Page 15 of Deacon

“A man with hopes of gaining access to the woman who’s been keeping him up most nights. I have water, fruit punch, or Sprite, so which would you like?”

“Depends. What else is in the basket?” A smirk upturns Squeak’s lips, causing a light feeling in my chest.

Opening the basket, I start pulling out the contents, hoping Squeak will appreciate my effort. While unconventional, I’m counting this as our first date, which I will inform her of once it’s over. To hell with being inside the club and looking for someone to eradicate me of my obsession with this woman.

“Ooh, are those sliders?” Squeak asks with her brows hiking when I remove the foil from the mini burgers that took me far too long to make presentable.

“Mhm. I also have chicken sa?—”

“Pass the burgers. You can keep the chicken salad. Do you have any chips?” The amused wonder shining in her orbs has a goofy grin sliding into place.

Damn, I love the fuck outta this woman.

Reaching into the basket, I remove the bag of Doritos before a low chuckle leaves my mouth when Squeak begins dancing in her seat.

“Ooh, you’re all right with me, Deacon.”

“I’m happy to serve you, Ms. Squeak.”

Without a word, Squeak picks up one of the burgers and takes a bite, causing me to tightly clench the basket when a moan slips from her mouth.

Fuck! That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“This is good.”

“Thank you,” I say huskily, barely holding onto my restraint and ability to keep this interaction between us nonsexual.

“Where did you get the name Deacon?” Squeak asks, taking another bite of the mini burger while dancing happily in her seat.

“My father and mother are the deacon and deaconess at their church. When I joined the club and had to come up with a name for people to reference me on this scene, it was the one that came to mind first. It’s also the one I’ll never have the privilege of holding outside of the club scene,” I say, picking up a burger and biting as the flavors burst in my mouth.

“Why is that? Being a part of a motorcycle club doesn’t invalidate you with God. From what my granny said before she died… He can use anybody He sees fit to use.”

“Yeah, but in my case, my sins are the one thing I haven’t felt the need to ask for forgiveness from. I have used my hands for evil with a smile, and for that, along with other things… He will never use a nigga like me.”

My chest tightens at the thought of the lives I’ve taken since becoming a part of Baxtown Iron. Shadow often calls me when niggas need to be taught a lesson, and I have quickly snatched their breaths. Ma’s constant prayers for me to change and come into the Kingdom of God fall on deaf ears because being a heathen excites me. I enjoy killing niggas, deserving of vindication, which makes me unlike the King of Kings.

“Are you saying you’ve killed someone?” Squeak asks in a voice that signifies the name Gunz gave her at our initial meeting.

“More than that, I know I’m a nigga you should run far away from, but my truth is, something in you spoke to me on day one. Therefore, I’d chase you from Ribax to Hell and back until you surrender your heart to me.”

Squeak’s mouth opens and closes, her hands shake slightly, and her breathing changes while she becomes still as her eyes assess me. There isn’t a single lie in anything I’ve said, so I do not need to cower or break the connection of our stare-down. While I know my lifestyle in the motorcycle club makes me the last man Squeak should tether her heart to. I can’t stop trying to get her to be the light source in my dark world.

“You’re not smiling or laughing, which tells me you’re serious.”

“As a fucking heart attack.”

“Why tell me this if your end goal is getting me to fall for you?”

“It’s my truth and all I have. I also don’t want you to discover the hidden skeletons in my closet that could make you run. This way, I get to lay my cards on the table up front and without bullshit methods to convince you I’m it for you.”

The ball is in your court, Squeak. What’s your move gonna be?

Two weeks later…

Unable to completely process theinformation Deacon shared the night he hijacked my plans to give Tinker Belle a hard time about dragging me to another motorcycle club, I’ve been avoiding Baxtown Iron and all its logistics. I have also been av?—

*bzz, bzz*

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