Page 55 of Deacon

“Does it matter now?” Sinful asks, rolling her eyes.

Sinful didn’t attend the community event despite it being mandatory for every active member. What had been equally weird is that Sinful didn’t attend the club meeting the day after which had caused red flags to rise for me. Thanks to Kodak, we found out that not only had Sinful been fucking Too Sweet but also his cousin and Daxx. It now explains why Sinful stepped out of my personal space the day I found out Too Sweet was involved with Satan’s Cobras.

“How about you? What do you have to say for yourself, nigga?” Gunz asks the other person tied to the chair next to Sinful.

This person’s deceit and involvement did come as a surprise due to the affiliation with Baxtown Iron as a whole.

“You little niggas got too big for your britches. I made y’all, and you had the nerve to toss me aside like I’m not the reason you even have a patch to wear,” Bulldog says, pushing against the binding around his body.

“Oh, poor doggy. What happened… the women stopped letting you fill them with jelly after our president and vicepresident deemed you useless? In my opinion… it took too long. Your bitch ass ain’t never been about this life,” Smoke says.

“Fuck you, little nigga,” Bulldog snaps.

“Bet,” Smoke says, walking away whistling, and a smirk rises on my face because I already know what’s coming.

“I’ll be back,” Diesel says, following behind Smoke.

“Ooh, this shit is about to be good,” Shadow says cheerfully, rubbing his hands together.

“Oh, your ass can co-sign this and not the other shit. You fake as hell,” Gunz tells Shadow.

Meanwhile, I take a seat in one of the chairs away from where Sinful and Bulldog are sitting in the middle of the floor. This ain’t the fight or vengeance I’m exacting, so I’m gonna watch the events unfold for now.

“What the fuck is that?” Sinful’s eyes balloon when Diesel and Smoke reenter the room carrying travel cages reminiscent of the ones often used for cats or dogs.

“We’ll save her for last. Let’s start with this nigga,” Diesel says, walking toward Bulldog with Smoke on his heels.

Diesel and Smoke place the carriers on the floor an inch away from Bulldog before they each slip on a pair of heavy-duty black gloves. Once done, they bend and open the door of the carriers with an instantaneous hissing piercing the room.

“Come on and eat, Wild Thang,” Diesel says before the triangular head of a coppery-red snake darts forward.

“Oh shit!” Bulldog shouts.

“Ahhh,” Sinful screams with tears running down her face.

“My bad, I pissed her off when I forced her into this small-ass contraption. My girl is used to finer digs,” Diesel says, grabbing the snake and placing it on Bulldog’s lap.

“Tell me about it, my girl, Ruckus, is—fuck, hold on, girl,” Smoke says when his snake lunges out, biting Bulldog’s bare feet when the cage door opens.

“Son of a bitch!” Bulldog hollers.

“Man, this shit is better than watching National Geographic,” Shadow says, munching on a bag of popcorn while taking a seat beside me.

Laughing, I shake my head at Shadow because his ass is so unserious sometimes, and the way he’s chomping the popcorn is comical.

“Let me have some of that,” I say.

“Nah, Get your o—damn, what’s that fucking smell?” Shadow’s nose twists, and he shuts his bag of popcorn like the smell will get inside.

“Sinful’s funky ass pissed on herself,” Gunz says, pointing.

“Aye, wrap this up. I’m getting bored. Besides, my hands are itching.” I shrug, ignoring the pleading within Sinful’s eyes when she looks at me.

One thing about some of us men within Baxtown Iron that most don’t know is that we domesticate pets that most would find repulsive. While Boston, Smoke, and Diesel’s pets often take care of their light work during a killing mission, my girl, Carol Ann, ain’t about that life. She’s only my pet who enjoys the comforts of her penthouse, nail polish, and frilly tutus. Although witnessing the destruction of the pets my brothers own, I’m kind of intrigued about finding something else to house for the benefit of aiding in my sending a nigga to the afterlife.

Later that night…

*whap, whap, whap*

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