Page 10 of Deacon

Seeingthe group chat blow up with repeated messages distracted me in the middle of a staff meeting.

*ding*

*Squeak left the group*

Dimples:

I guess she told you niggas. *laughing emoji*

Seeing the notification about Squeak leaving the group chat has a low chuckle leaving my throat, shifting the focus of the branch manager whose forehead wrinkles.

“I didn’t realize I said something funny, Mr. Redmond.”

Diesel:

See what I mean…stubborn as hell.

Diesel’s message pops up before I have a chance to close out of the thread or address the pansy standing at the front of the conference room. I lock my phone when silence penetrates the room, as the energy fills with tension and everyone stares at me.

“To be honest, I’m not sure what you said over the last five minutes or so,” I say nonchalantly.

A pin drop of silence echoes in the atmosphere as Kramer’s face turns tomato red, accompanying the deep frown on his pale lips. Somehow, Kramer forgot that I’m not the nigga to throw his weight around with. The rest of the people in this bank are intimidated by the false power he wields over them. However, the only person capable of making me bow is the one who gave his life for the sins I freely commit on a daily basis.

“Uh. Hm. That’s all for today, everyone. If you have any questions for me, please call or email, and I’ll get back to you,” Kramer says before fleeing from the conference room like the punk-ass pansy he is.

“One of these days, they’re gonna fire your mean ass,” my colleague, Claudia says smiling when the room begins clearing out and I slowly begin my retreat to the door.

“Possibly, but then again, it won’t change the fact that Kramer doesn’t have the balls to do it.”

Claudia laughs, garnering the attention of Tye, who walks over to where Claudia and I are with a Cheshire grin.

“Why did you stop ole Kramer’s heart like that, man? If his face got any paler, he would appear casket-ready,” Tye asks, smirking.

“If he doesn’t find a safe intersection to play in, his ass will be in a casket,” I say, shrugging.

Tye and Claudia know that I’m a Baxtown Iron member, as both have been to the club’s events and seen me in action. My day job has never stopped me from being the man I am, income and position be damned. One thing I despise more than anything is a mothafucka who thinks their job will keep me from knocking some sense into their frontal lobe. Claudia shakes her head as Tye ushers her out of the room, smiling and whispering in her ear affectionately. The two of them have been messing around, and Tye is incapable of keeping his hands off Claudia.Unlocking my phone, I open the thread for the club to see what I’ve missed and possibly need to respond to.

Gunz:

Hm. The silence coming from Deacon must mean he’s either praying or crying at the thought of Squeak leaving.

“This nigga,” I whisper before typing a quick response so I can get back to work.

Me:

Why don’t you walk into the busiest intersection near you and play in traffic, nigga? Some of us are working while others of us are playing hide and go giddy up with their neighbor’s rotting pussy.

Shadow:

Aw, hell. Where is Deaconess Shirley with her oil? Y’all done woke this nigga from his slumber.

Laughing, I lock my phone and leave the conference room to finish my workday while choosing not to respond to Shadow or anyone else who might chime in after my message.

“It appears there’s been some chatter about Satan’s Cobras having beef with a few members of our club,” Diesel says.

“What’s the beef?” Bulldog asks, frowning.

“It seems that there’s someone in our camp who a member of Satan’s Cobras is fixated on. I’m working to determine the member, but no one is providing the name. All I keep hearing isthat it’s several members within our club,” Diesel says, sparking his blunt as the smoke billows the air around him.

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