Five
Romeo
Six months later.
Today, Josh and I are finally getting patched in as a Satan’s Warriors member. It’s going to be official in a few minutes, but we still need to pass the last feat in the ritual.
Yeah, my road name is Romeo, and Josh’s road name is Fiend.
The Brothers are standing all around the patio, ready to party.
“Romeo, Fiend, get your ass over here,” Diablo yells, standing next to the Prez, a couple of feet from the firepit in the center of the patio area.
Thor’s road name is now Diablo, and he’s the Satan’s Warriors MC VP.
“Let’s do this,” Demon yells, clapping his hands.
Ash’s road name is now Demon, and he’s one of the youngest Prez in the MC culture; it’s not heard of, but long story short, the Prez, his father was killed, and lots of changes in the MC hierarchy took place.
Here’s the deal, a rival MC, the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, Crash, killed our Prez Cox that fucked Crash’s Old Lady.
What the fuck.
Cox fucked Crash’s Old Lady, and the bitch disappeared when all this went down. I tell you, it is not worth killing over a bitch.
Fuck, that started the dominos to fall.
That’s when our VP Grizzly, Mama Bear’s Old Man, killed the Wicked Warriors VP, Stoner, in retaliation and ended up in the Pen for life.
Yeah, it sucks, especially for Mama Bear.
That’s what started the fucking war at the time because right now, the two MCs are on standdown. It’s a shame because Crash, Grizzly, and Cox were best friends from junior high all the way through high school, but the falling out happened a little after they graduated.
We don’t know why, but it must be really heavy stuff.
Cox and Grizzly started the Satan’s Warriors, and Crash started the Wicked Warriors MC.
I look at Fiend, and I know that he’s fucking scared shit, but we gotta take it like a fucking Satan’s Warrior. Josh is a Cox, the youngest of the Prez brothers.
Demon stares at the flame in the pit, waiting for Diablo to heat the iron branding stick. The iron branding stick needs to get red hot, and then Demon will adhere it to my forearm.
“Here, Prez,” Killer says, handing him the bottle of whiskey.
Ace’s Road name is Killer, so Josh and I are the last ones of the Brothers to patch in.
“Thanks,” Demon says, taking the bottle and twisting off the cap.
“Here, drink up,” Demon says, handing me the bottle of whiskey.
I take several long pulls, drinking almost half the bottle, and then I hand the bottle back to the Prez.
“Here, Fiend,” Demon says, handing him the bottle.
Fiend takes long pulls of the whiskey, finishing off the bottle.
Thank fuck that I’m starting to feel good, not so damn scared. That’s why Demon gives us the alcohol, to get the euphoric release of dopamine to survive this barbaric initiation.
I got this.
“Motherfuckers, you need to get high so that you can relax. The branding will take only twenty seconds, but it’s going to feel like a fucking long time. You two motherfuckers are not allowed to faint, you could experience difficulty breathing, but you can handle it, brothers you are a Satan’s Warrior! Now here’s the deal, you can’t faint because you’ll have to do it again, and for fuck sake, don’t move,” Demon laughs, rocking on his heels.
Fucking crazy motherfucker!
But I must be crazier since I’m going to do this.
Of fuckingcourse, I’m going to do this.
The MC is my life.
“Motherfuckers, are you ready? Extend your arm, and don’t fucking cry,” Diablo growls, walking towards us.
He holds the branding stick with a gleam in his eyes, and his lips turn up. He fucking looks evil.
Demon takes the branding stick, looking at us deadpan. Motherfucker looks fucking wicked.
Yeah, motherfuckers are going to brand us like cattle.
The brand is the Satan’s Warriors MC logo. The Satan’s Warriors MC name is in an arch above the wings; the skull is centered on the wings, and two bones are crossed below the skull. The brand is a little more than two inches in diameter; it’s approximately the size of the top of a soda can.
I think that our logo is fucking badass.
It’s fucking going to hurt, and I pray that I don’t pass out. The previous Prez started this when Demon patched in. Prez Demon has continued the ritual. All of the recently patched members had to do this to prove their loyalty to the Satan’s Warriors MC, the Prez.
I think the Prez did this because he was too young to be the Prez and wanted to test the Brothers.
Yeah, we did our Prospecting for a couple of years, like anyone else, and the Brothers were harder on us. No slacking was allowed, and I’m fucking proud.
I wish that my old man could be here; he’s dead.
“Ready,” Demon growls; taking my arm, he presses the damn brand on my forearm for twenty seconds.
I grind my molars, holding still, inhaling deeply, and exhaling. I do feel dizzy, and fuck, I need to remain standing because I’ll be damn if I’m going to do this again.
I stare at the fire to focus, and I can hear Fiend hiss as he gets the brand, but I’m fucking glad that he remained standing.
“Brothers, you make the Satan’s Warriors proud! Here is your Cut,” Demon shouts, handing us our new leather cuts.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling, pulling on my Cut. I’m so fucking proud.
“Thank you,” Fiend says, pulling on his Cut.
“Let’s party,” Demon yells, pumping his fist.
The Brothers roar, stomp their feet, pumping their first, yell out.
“Satan’s Warriors power, riding till we die!”
Of fuckingcourse, we party all night.
My Brother Slash, the MC doctor, took care of our branding burn.
I take a long pull of my beer as I watch Slash apply some ointment on my arm.
I fucking feel her.
She’s always fucking with my psychic; she has me fucked up.
I look up, and I see Cherry standing at the back door of the clubhouse.
I look at her beautiful face; she nods, puckers her full lips, and moves her hand under her lips as if she’s blowing me a kiss.
I lift my chin, raise my other hand high, and close my hand as if I caught her kiss, bringing my hand to my chest, where my heart beats for her.
Cherry smiles, pulls the door open, and walks inside the clubhouse. I know that she’s going back to her room. I don’t want her out here partying with the crazy motherfuckers.
Mama Bear wouldn’t like it.