Page 50 of Deacon

Diesel, Shadow, Gunz, and I are chilling in Shadow’s man cave while discussing the plan to handle our enemies. My blood pressure elevates from the adrenaline rushing through my body at knowing that we’re about to avenge the club and Squeak. Interacting with Too Sweet’s grimy ass has taken the patience of Job to keep up the charade. It’s crazy how the nigga has continued to smile and grin in our faces, knowing he’s Daxx’s peon. I also wonder if he was one of the people to injure Shadow, kill Sleepy, and brutalize Leggs from how shifty his eyes get in Shadow’s presence.

“Nah. We’re gonna keep this between us to contain the potential blowback we might face,” I say.

“How? We’re taking out their leader, and in times past, the only thing those punk ass niggas have done is vote in a new leader,” Shadow says aggressively.

“Yeah, Shadow is right. Satan’s Cobras ain’t about shit but exercising power over women because they see them as inferior.” Diesel co-signs.

“I agree, but I also think Deacon is right. Let’s handle this internally. However, I want to bring in Can’t Get Right, Boston, and Smoke,” Gunz says, entering the conversation.

Nodding, I rub my hands together at the mention of those three club members because they each add a certain amount of devilish quality necessary for what we’re gonna do.

“I can get with that. I also want to handle Too Sweet after the cabaret. His bitch ass will be too drunk to observe his surroundings, making it easy for Can’t Get Right to snatch him,” I say, smirking like ole boy from theHome Alonesaga who found out the credit card Kevin used was stolen.

“That’s some good shit and a well thought out plan, bro,” Diesel says.

“For sure. Ain’t nothing better than catching a nigga off guard who’ll be celebrating getting away with infiltrating a club and throwing a party in his honor. Damn, I can’t wait to make his bitch ass gummy.” Shadow stands, nearly putting a dent in the wall from his lounger hitting it.

The watery sheen in Shadow’s eyes has me standing and pulling him into my body because, like me, Shadow must believe Too Sweet was a participant in his injury.

“Man the fuck up, nigga. We never let a mothafucka see us sweat. Too Sweet is gonna be begging for death before we finish his ass,” I say.

“Aw, this is so nice to witness. I wish I would have thought to record it so I can show our kids and shit,” Gunz says when I release Shadow and step away from him.

“Fuck you, bitch,” Shadow says, resuming his seat, effectively erasing the heaviness within the room.

“On another note, why didn’t you niggas tell me that Tinker Belle and Smoke are messing around?” Diesel asks, looking around the room and waiting for one of us to respond.

“Your ass ain’t getting laid enough. Since when did we get together and trade recipes and shit?” Gunz asks, frowning like something funky is swirling in the air.

“Oh, some real shit. My feelings are hurt because I had planned on adding Tinker Belle’s ass to my roster. Well, after I finish bust—never mind,” Shadow says, halting whatever he was about to say.

“Hold up. Don’t stop talking, nigga. Who have you been busting down with your limp dick having ass?” Diesel asks.

“Nigga, go home. After we handle our enemies, I’m calling an emergency meeting to vote for a new president. Your soft ass ain’t fit to lead us into the future,” Gunz says, shaking his head, causing us to laugh at the serious expression on his face.

It’s go time…

“Aye,Deacon. Are you good, bro? You seem like something is weighing heavy on your mind,” Dutch asks, causing me to turn in his direction.

Sons of Shadows and City Slickers are here partying with Baxtown Iron, yet it's hard for me to mask the inferno boiling within me. I’m walking this venue’s perimeter because I need a distraction. Thankfully, Squeak is being watched by Boston and Smoke, who told me they wouldn’t leave her unattended while she’s out of my presence.

“Got a lot on my mind,” I say without the presence of my eyes.

Am I gonna use the saw or machete first? Am I really gonna let Shadow get the final kill action? Damn, would it be wrong to fuck Squeak when I get home, knowing I’d been inflicting pain before my arrival?

“I understand. We’ve got some shit going on that I’ve been stewing on myself,” Dutch says, invading my thoughts and causing our eyes to connect.

“Hm,” I grunt noncommittally.

“Let me ask you a question, though.”

Giving Dutch my full attention, I dip my head, granting him room to ask whatever is on his mind.

“How hard was it for you to balance this shit with the woman who doesn’t fit into your world? Your woman has the perfect name because she looks like a fish out of water in the mix of our world.”

Warmth flows through my body at Dutch, mentioning Squeak because that woman is my world. After this cabaret ends, the impending mission will fill me with peace because it’s the first step toward giving her back her independence. Satan’s Cobras have been pains in Squeak’s side long enough. It's past time for my woman to move around this city however she sees fit.

“Honestly, it’s a lesson my ass almost didn’t learn. Being in the club for as long as I have had me about to forfeit the one person I know without a doubt I don’t deserve. Yet, I’m selfish as fuck where Squeak is concerned. Whether I had to wrestle with God like Jacob or throw water on Satan’s burning ass, I was gonna lock Squeak down.”

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