Page 7 of Deacon

Diesel is the active president of the club and the most promiscuous out of all of us. Our last secretary quit after finding out that the relationship between her and Diesel would never be monogamous.

“I have a suggestion.” Dimples interjects, causing everyone to look in her direction.

Dimples is the club treasurer and the sister most of us find irritating because of how much she tries to keep us in line. Dimples is married to Boston, another club member who believes everyone should settle down like the two of them.

“Ugh. Here she goes,” Trixx says, rolling her eyes.

Having the entire body in attendance for tonight’s meeting will be interesting because the women can be highly vocal, while some of the men are more laid-back. Trixx is one of the vocal women who often bumps heads with Dimples.

“Bi—” Dimples starts before being cut off by Diesel.

“We ain’t doing this shit with you two tonight. Say what the fuck you need to say, Dimples,” Diesel says in a heavy tone, brokering no argument but causing an expected response.

“No disrespect, Pres, but watch your tone with my wife,” Boston says before Dimples or Trixx can respond.

“Nigga, you better learn your place because if your sensitive ass can’t handle my tone, then you ain’t gotta be here. Shit, we can be looking for a fucking treasurer too, my nigga,” Diesel says in a grudging voice as his eyes darken and deep wrinkles spread across his forehead.

“We’re good, Diesel,” Dimples says, patting Boston’s back like a toddler needing reassurance.

“Let’s get back on track before this shit goes left.” Shadow interjects, being the peacemaker that he often is during these meetings.

The shit is a contradiction to the hell he can cause whenever it’s time for the club to handle adversaries. Yet, during these meetings, we let Shadow pretend to be the kumbaya man his imagination convinces him is real.

“All right, so we need a secretary, and why else are we here, madam president?” I say, smirking, instantly shifting the energy in the room as everyone laughs.

“Fuck you, Deacon,” Diesel says as his eyes return to normal, and he looks at the paper in front of him. “Let’s see, oh yeah. Too Sweet and Can’t Get Right have completed the requirements set for them and are now full members. There will be a cabaret to celebrate them, but it will be planned after we obtain a new secretary because I’m not doing the shit myself.”

“Do we have any candidates for membership?” Gunz asks.

*bam*

The slamming of the club entry door causes everyone to look in that direction as Shadow and I pull our guns. My heart skips a beat as heat increases my body temperature upon seeing Ms. Janelle practically being dragged into the room with Tinker Belle, who no one noticed was missing before now.

“Sorry, I’m late, Diesel. I had an emergency. I also brought a candidate for the open secretary position,” Tinker Belle says while trying to push Janelle forward like a sacrificial offering.

Janelle stiffens at the gesture while eyeing Tinker Belle with a cold glimmer in her orbs. It’s clear from her body language and her actions that this isn’t Janelle’s idea, nor is she open to the suggestion.

“Who do we have here?” Bulldog asks, walking toward Janelle, causing a tick in my jaw as I put my gun back in the holster before slowly moving closer.

“This is my best friend, Janelle. She’s recently returned home, and I think she’d be perfect to be our secretary,” Tinker Belle says.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m the club’s founder, Bulldog. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”

My blood pressure spikes when Bulldog extends his hand, and Janelle places hers in his palm, increasing my steps.

“N-nice to m-m-meet you, Bulldog,” Janelle says lowly.

“Aw shit. We’re gonna call you Squeak,” Gunz says humorously behind me.

“Most definitely. Aye, Squeak. The position is yours if you want it,” Diesel says, halting my steps as I look at him.

“Secretary is the only position she’ll be fulfilling for you, nigga,” I say deadpan before resuming my steps until I damn near shove Bulldog out of the way, automatically disconnecting the connection between Janelle and his hands. “We meet again, huh?”

Janelle’s eyes meet mine as we silently communicate, while my heart hammers and my dick twitches in excitement. The longer I stare at Janelle, the foggier my mind becomes when stars dance before my eyes.

“So, are you gonna become our new secretary, Squeak?” Gunz asks distantly.

Nodding my head like the question was made to me, I take Janelle’s hand into mine, feeling electricity shoot through my body while urging her with my eyes to accept.

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