Page 28 of Deacon

“Oh, sorry. Hey, baby,” Squeak’s mom says, walking toward Tinker Belle and giving her a quick hug that her husband copies.

“Mom and Dad, I hadn’t got around to telling you, but this is Deacon. We’re dating,” Squeak says.

The raw and shakiness in Squeak’s voice accelerates my blood pressure from the foreign tone within her timbre.

Mhm. I’m killing whoever is responsible for fucking with my woman.

“Dating him?” Squeak’s dad asks, frowning.

“Deacon… why does that name sound so familiar?” Squeak’s mom asks simultaneously.

“Oh shit. You’re Paul and Shirley’s son,” Squeak’s dad says, like a lightbulb has gone off in his brain.

“No, honey. Their son’s name is Prynce. Oh wait… you’re in that gang,” Squeak’s mom says before her heavy gaze settles on Squeak. “Missy?—”

“Now is not the time, honey,” Squeak’s dad interjects, cutting off whatever his wife was about to say.

“Tell me what’s up, Squeak,” I say an hour after Tinker Belle and the senior Stephens leave Squeak and me.

Squeak’s dad, Marvin, had done a one-eighty after recognizing my name and who my parents were. He didn’t seem to mind or have any other objections, despite my affiliation with Baxtown Iron, which surprised me. On the other hand, Squeak’s mom, Patricia, had all but given me her ass to kiss upon learning who I am outside of normal business hours. However, my only concern is Squeak and how she sees me, so I’m good regardless.

“I thought you sent me another thoughtful gift because of the pink packaging and pretty white bow.” Squeak begins talking, bringing me out of the quick diversion regarding her parents' response to us being together.

The tremble in her cords and shiver, causing her body to jerk against me, has me biting my jaw.

“H-he sent me a visible confirmation of the threat he’s been giving me for years.” Squeak’s voice is now a whisper, like she’s worried about someone overhearing her words, causing fire to run through my veins.

“Who the fuck ishe, Squeak?”

“The Boogeyman.”

Wrinkles form on my forehead, and the skin around my eyes instantly tightens upon hearing the two-word statement. Shifting Squeak’s body, my chest tightens from the rapidincrease of pressure filling me at seeing tears sliding down her face.

“Man. Who the fuck is the Boogeyman? The only nigga you need to be scared of is the one responsible for the breaths you breathe each day,” I say harshly, and a grimace forms.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, various thoughts and emotions coarse through my body at the information Squeak shares with me. According to her, no one other than Tinker Belle is aware of the bullshit this nigga is doing.

This nigga is about to learn what happens when the Boogeyman crosses a Deacon.

Two days later…

Learning Squeak’s secret had me ready to haunt down the nigga with the balls the size of Texas. Not to mention the audacity of the nigga to call himself a fictitious character that causes kids to piss in the bed. I can’t wait to get my hands on the bitch ass nigga. Instead of living his life of freedom despite killing someone, he’s choosing to torment the lone witness who has never talked.

“Without going into too much detail or violating her privacy, I need to make you all aware of a situation with Squeak,” I say, staring around the room at my club brothers and sisters.

Cracking my neck from side to side, I attempt to calm myself enough to share a portion of information without violating Squeak’s trust.

“An unknown threat is after Squeak and increasing his tactics to increase her panic. For now, she won’t be attending any clubmeetings. However, she is still actively planning the upcoming cabaret. With Diesel’s permission, Jasper and Too Sweet have been assigned to keep an eye on Squeak since they’re presently unemployed.”

“So, you’re gonna put two of our men in harm’s way to protect the latest receptacle of your cum?” Sinful asks, rolling her eyes.

“This bitch,” Trixx says.

“Awe. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find a couple niggas to spread your tired pussy like tuna over a stale saltine soon,” I say, causing everyone but Sinful to laugh.

“On that note, the meeting is over,” Diesel interjects before anyone else decides to enter the conversation.

Sinful mumbles while grabbing her purse and walking out the front door without another word.

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