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“Who’s running that weak-ass club since their leader got clipped?” Gunz asks.

I don’t offer any commentary while waiting for the answer or other pertinent information. Satan’s Cobras has been our off-and-on rival club since Diesel became president. The previous president for Satan’s Cobras was taken out by Bulldog, yet those who remain still haven’t learned to leave Baxtown Iron alone.

“The better question is, how are we gonna make these niggas realize that the only pussy within our club are the ones we choose to fuck,” Shadow says as his jaw ticks.

All is well in Shadow’s world until someone attempts to come against any member of this club. Then all bets are off, and Shadow takes the offense personally while fully embracing his enforcer role at all costs.

“First question… bitch ass Daxx is the presiding leader. He seems to be the one fueling the beef despite knowing what we’re capable of,” Diesel says.

My jaw ticks, and my blood runs cold at hearing the name of Satan’s Cobras’ leader because Daxx is a mothafucka who lives to make the women in their club suffer at his hands. Daxx is a prime example of why the residents of Ribax call motorcycle clubs a gang, and the shit irritates the fuck out of me.

“Who voted that weak ass nigga in a role he will never be savage enough to fulfill?” Gunz asks.

“The same niggas who can’t stop riding his dick by thinking he’s their soon-coming warrior. I ain’t never seen a more weak group of niggas in all my life,” Bulldog says, shaking his head.

“What’s our next move?” I am no longer interested in hearing anything other than our plan of action or attack, whichever comes first.

“For now, we’re going to be still. I just needed to inform y’all of the situation so we can be vigilant moving forward. Whenever we’re open, ensure all women are accounted for. None of them are to leave without being escorted to whatever mode of transportation they arrive in,” Diesel says.

My mind automatically goes to Squeak and her resistance to being a member of this club because no one but her will care. Satan’s Cobras would snatch her simply for her association with us. Gritting my teeth, my hands ball into fists at the thought of someone daring to touch a single hair on Squeak’s head. An image of me wiping out multiple members of Satan’s Cobras for breathing in her direction increases my blood pressure.

“What about Squeak?” Shadow asks, causing my head to snap in his direction.

“What the fuck do you mean? Whether Squeak agrees or not, she’s under the protection of Baxtown Iron. Not a single hair on her head will be shifted out of place,” I say with authority.

“Agreed.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Affirmative.”

Gunz, Bulldog, and Diesel speak simultaneously, bringing a wicked smile to my lips and warmth in my heart at their agreement. Having said all I need to at this moment, I walk away while pulling my phone from my pocket and dialing Tinker Belle’s number.

“Hey, Deacon. What’s up?” Tinker Belle asks when the call connects after the third ring.

“From now until her stubborn ass lets me do it, make sure Squeak comes to the club with you. There’s some shit brewing, and I don’t want her moving solo.”

“Fuck! She’s never gonna go for that. She’s also not going to be open to joining the club if she knows the club is dealing with any form of danger,” Tinker Belle says.

“For now, she doesn’t have to join, but her affiliation with us still places a target on her back. Painting the city red about Squeak will be like dancing in the rain for me.”

I don’t feel the need to mix words or pretend like I’m not feeling Squeak on a level that makes me territorial about her. Whether Squeak knows it or not, she’s mine, and I will always protect what’s mine.

*beep, beep*

Pulling my phone from my ear, I shake my head at seeing Ma’s name flashing when my other line beeps. With the storm brewing within me, the last thing I need is to answer Ma’s call, so I place the phone back to my ear, letting the call go to voicemail.

“While we’re on the subject of Ms. Squeak, I’m gonna tell you now, over my best friend, I’ll risk my life over avenging her heart, Deacon,” Tinker Belle says.

“That makes two of us then. No worries, Tinker Belle. Squeak will be more than safe with me. I guarantee you that.”

“I’ll hold you to it. That is if she ever gives you a chance to chase her and win her heart.”

With danger on the horizon, the last thing I need to be doing is trying to pursue Squeak. She’s a woman whose shyness and inability to involve herself in club activities should be a turnoff. Yet, the racing of my heart, clammy palms, and momentary inability to speak whenever I’m in her presence urges me to move full speed ahead. The idea of locking Squeak down and having a chance at forever motivates me more than any possible rejection I might face.

“No worries. Every now and then, God inclines His ear to a sinner’s prayers. Squeak will always be good with me.”

“Bet. Then you have my blessing, Deacon.”

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