Page 56 of Deacon

My fists repeatedly connect with the bare chest of the nigga who I have been punching for the last hour. Both of his eyes are shut, and blood is flowing like a river from his mouth thanks to the teeth I’ve knocked out. Yet, my fury and the ice running through my veins haven’t simmered or released me of my chokehold. With every hit, Squeak’s cries penetrate my ears, increasing my punches' intensity. The haze covering my eyes has me stuck on the image of Squeak trembling in my arms, and it incites me to keep going. I’m energized after only watching my brothers kill Bulldog and Sinful earlier.

“Pl-p,” Daxx’s words are low and mumbled due to how swollen his lips are, yet his ass won’t be receiving any mercy from me.

Knowing he not only killed Squeak’s cousin but set out to keep me from marrying Squeak has my mouth twisting before punching Daxx again.

“Boogeyman, my mothafucking ass. Bitch nigga,” I rant, breathing hard with flaring nostrils.

“Hold up. Drink some water, champ,” Gunz says, pulling me away from Daxx with the assistance of Can’t Get Right due to my resistance.

“While this nigga is refueling and shit, I got a question. Is this about to be our new method for ridding the world of our enemies?” Shadow asks, smoke from his blunt colliding with the smell of wood coming from the adjacent fire.

Silence echoes around the area. My blank and murderous orbs are focusing on nigga I’ve been working over. His hands are mangled from being hit by a hammer upon seeing him at my arrival. Blood is oozing from the bullet wounds in his knees. Yet, none of it satisfies me because Squeak’s image hovers on the surface.

“Y-you—you’re not gonna get aw—” Daxx mumbles breathlessly before I cut him off.

“One, two, Deacon came for you. Three, four, your fate is walking through the door. Five, six, Gunz add more sticks. Nine, ten, this bitch nigga will never breathe again,” I recite after grabbing the weapon I’ve been allowing to marinate over an open flame.

“Ahhh,” Daxx screams when I put the hot crowbar on his chest directly over his heart.

Seeing Daxx’s flesh instantly bubble, boil, and start to peel from his body has a sinister grin stretching across my lips.

“Ma ain’t got a clue this is why your ass won’t leave the club or make it into the pearly gates,” Gunz says over Daxx’s screams.

“Right. She might want to re-dedicate her life to Big Homie next Sunday because, clearly, He shut off her phone privileges. It’s a damn shame that with all the oil she uses, not one of her prayers reached Heaven’s hotline,” Shadow says, shaking his head as everyone but Daxx laughs.

“Let’s finish this so I can go home and give Squeak someit's over,dick,” I say, removing the crowbar after Daxx’s screams cease.

“Bet,” Gunz says.

Me, Gunz, Shadow, and Can’t Get Right pick a silent Daxx up and toss him in the nearby fire.

“Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust,” I say, wiping my hands off before turning and walking toward my truck.

“Hold on. Y’all didn’t answer my question. Is this gonna be our new burial grounds for bitch niggas?” Shadow asks behind me.

“We can discuss it at the next club meeting,” Diesel says.

“How? Everyone isn’t aware of this location,” Smoke asks.

“If your ass would stop pillow-talking with Tinker Belle, neither would she. I saw the footage of her and Squeak out here a while ago,” Diesel adds.

“Wait, what? I ask, stopping to look at Smoke.

“Don’t look at me like that. Your ass is in a monogamous relationship now, so you understand the power of the pussy,” Smoke says, hanging his head.

“Damn, this nigga done let Tinker Belle’s pussy whup him. I’m glad I didn’t go after her. I ain’t got time for that,” Shadow interjects before I can respond.

“You’re a bitch, bro. No matter how much I enjoy Squeak’s pussy I ain’t out here singing like a canary,” I say.

“Oh, but that wasn’t you letting the power of pussy motivate you?” Smoke asks with his brows hiking after pointing over his shoulder where Daxx is roasting like a chestnut.

“I’m out,” I say, smirking without answering his question because it ain’t only Squeak’s pussy that has me out here killing niggas.

“Mhm. Exactly, bro. Stop capping,” Smoke says to my retreating back, and all I can do is throw my hand up while flicking him off.

The sound of laughter hits my ears, causing my smirk to widen as my steps increase at the thought of fucking Squeak with a new sense of appreciation when I get home.

Six months later…

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