Fourteen
Romeo
I slide onto the bar stool next to Fiend and wave at the Prospect. The Prospect hustles to the refrigerator, grabs the beer, and places it in front of me.
Oh yeah, a nice cold beer.
“Thanks, Prospect,” I hum, grabbing the beer. I take a long pull and look at the Brothers playing pool.
“It’s about time you came out of that fucking room,” Fiend hums, staring at me.
“Yeah, I have to take care of my Old Lady.”
“Fucker, you did it,” Fiend laughs, moving his head from side to side.
“Yeah, it’s time.”
“Fuck, but you’re too young.”
“Yeah, but it’s been a long time, and we need to do this. I don’t want to lose Cherry,” I hum, taking a pull of the beer.
“Fuck! I can’t fucking believe it,” Fiend hums, pulling out his cigarettes.
“Yeah, but she’s worth it.”
I grab his cigarettes, grab one, and light up. I inhale deeply, feeling good.
A few minutes later, Diablo slides onto the stool next to me. He leans on the bar countertop and looks at me.
The Prospect sets the beer in front of him. Diablo takes a pull and holds the bottle in his hands.
“Do you think that I didn’t know that you were messing around with Cherise? That would be wrong. I’m your VP, and I know everything. I know you; you’re my Brother, and I know that you will treat her well,” Diablo says, resting his hands on his waist.
“Yeah, I love her, and I will always take care of her,” I hum, grinding my molars.
“So when is the wedding?”
“Whenever Cherry says it is. I’ll be there.”
“Good, I like hearing that. What about the Romeo Road name? Do you want to change it?”
“I think that it would be best to give Cherry peace,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“Yeah, I’ll talk it over with the Prez. I want you to think up a road name,” Diablo says, moving his head up and down.
“Fuckingtastic.”
“You two, get ready. We have a run for you,” Diablo says, pushing off the bar stool.
“Right, yeah,” we reply.
As soon as Diablo walks away, Fiend leans in and laughs.
“What about your Road name? It should be pussy whipped.”
“Fuck off.”
Fiend snickers and takes a long drag of his cigarette.
Later.
“Romeo, Fiend, we need you in the pit,” Diablo says, looking at us.
“Right,” I say, pushing away from the bar.
He walks away, walking to the Prez office.
“I bet it’s about that Herd Boy Boss,” Fiend says.
We walk down the hallway to go to the pit. It’s a room that we have behind the Chapel where we hold Church. It is empty except for the tools needed to torture the fuckers.
Fiend enters the code into the pad, and the door pops open. We enter the room and stop to stare at the body hanging from the ceiling. It’s not a pretty sight, blood and limbs all over the floor. The room is stainless steel, with a drain to make it easy to clean up.
Diablo enters the room and stands next to us.
“Get the fucker out of here, get rid of him as we always do, at the crematory. Here’s the scratch to give Ted. Do not leave until you see the fucker in the pit of hell,” Diablo hums, handing me the envelope.
“Will do,” I hum, moving my head up and down.
“Make it quick because I want the Prospect to get to cleaning the room,” Diablo hums, resting his hands on his hips.
“Right,” I say, grabbing the black bag that we have below the table.
“We have Church in the morning, so be ready with your Road name,” Diablo hums.
“Will do.”
Diablo walks out of the room, and we grab the body and take it to the crematory.
What a way to go, right? We’re Satan’s Warriors, so it fits.
“Baby, how are you feeling,” I say, walking over to sit on the bed.
I take her hand and kiss it, looking at her. She looks pale, and she’s been throwing up all morning.
Fuck!
I’m so scared that she’s sick, but she doesn’t want Slash to check her again.
“I’m feeling good; it’s just my ribs; it hurts.”
“Right. But what about the throwing up?”
“Yeah, that doesn’t help, it hurts. My ribs are a bitch.”
“Let me get Slash to look at you. What if you have something else going on, like an internal injury?”
“Kevin, he would have known that when he checked me out.”
“Right. Baby, Diablo asked if I wanted to change my Road name.”
“You said yes, right?”
“Yes, I did. I want you to be happy. Do you have one?”
“Oh hell yes, I have a few. I like devil, danger, lethal.”
“Fuck, you do want it changed. Which one?”
“Lethal. You’re Lethal in lots of ways,” Cherry hums, turning up her lips.
“Fuck! You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?”
“Oh, Baby, I really need you.”
“Yes, yes. I do, too.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, you’re going to do all of the work.”
“You’re so bad.”
“Yeah, but only with you.”
“I like that.”
Of fucking course, I make love to my woman. It’s on another level because she’s totally mine.
“Church has started, so shut your trap,” Demon yells, slamming the gavel on the wood block.
“Romeo would like to change his Road name. Let’s vote,” Diablo says, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arm.
“Any nays,” Shade yells, looking around the room.
Shade is Demon’s blood brother and Satan’s Warriors MC Secretary.
The Brothers don’t speak up, and that feels good. The Brothers are with me, no doubt.
“Any yea’s,” Shade asks, holding his tablet.
“Yea,” the Brothers yell.
“Fuckingtastic! Kevin, what’s your new Road name going to be,” Demon asks, raising his brow.
“Lethal.”
“That’s badass,” Diablo says, moving his head up and down.
“Lethal it is. I’ll get your patch done ASAP. On another matter, the Herd Boys, Boss, Thomas White, is dead, but we didn’t get much other than he’s working with some other crew. We need more information. We need to get our informants on it. The Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War is working on it,” Demon says.
“I’m going to text you the schedule for the run that we’re doing every day. We will have you out in groups of three, scoping the warehouse and anything else that we can dig up,” Diablo says, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Be ready, and don’t fuck up. Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon yells, pushing off his chair.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pushing off their chairs.