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“These niggas say the beef is dead, but I don’t believe that shit. They been too quiet. We need to make sure we keep an eye on them.”

Everybody agreed.

“A lot of blood was shed over the years. They lost family and friends behind the death of my wife.”

“Them niggas deserved that shit! They were on some hating ass shit! They were mad we were getting more money than them. They found out VP was the brain behind all that shit and took her out!” One of the members shouted, standing from his seat. “We should’ve still been taking them motherfuckers out one by one.”

Some people agreed while others sat there silent. Prez tried his best to gain control of the table, but the mentioning of hiswife always made him weak. It was as if he lost a sense of power anytime her name was brought up. I understood the feeling.

“Aye, y’all motherfuckers calm down!” Belt shouted, causing everyone to stop talking. “Prez handled the situation the way he saw fit. If y’all got a problem with it come holla at me,” he said before hitting his chest.

No one else said anything. They all looked the other way. Internally, I scoffed. I couldn’t believe other niggas allowed another man to shut them up like that. I had been with the Savage Saints for six months now and I had proved myself in more ways than others, which was why I ended up with the role of being the bodyguard for the VP. When Prez and Belt approached me with the opportunity, there was no way I could turn it down. That only gave me opportunity to be more involved with access to all things Saint. I didn’t know that Junebug was going to be as innocent looking as she was. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

I was taken by surprise when this beautiful, chocolate, curvy woman walked into the warehouse sporting her club jacket in a black cat-suit and thigh-high boots. I couldn’t control myself from bricking up. Her eyes were doe shaped, and she held a blank look on her face. She looked like she never held a gun before. It didn’t make sense that she was appointed vice president. I was intrigued. There was no way Junebug didn’t know the deep history behind the Savage Saints. It didn’t make sense for her to agree to be vice president of this dirty club.

“Conqueror,” the Prez called, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yes, sir?”

“Come here.”

I made my way over to him and Junebug. Prez had already given me the run down about Junebug. He had a file with everything about her in it. He made me study it, then quizzed meon the information. To me, it was suspect of him to not have her and I meet prior to this.

“Junebug, meet Conqueror. Conqueror, this is Junebug, my pride and joy.”

I nodded. She looked at me then turned back to Prez. She was upset but she needed to take that up with her father.

“Your first mission is to accompany Junebug to her first Iron Knight meeting. She and the vice president of the Iron Knights are going to work together sometimes, due to this weak ass treaty they have set in place. Just make sure them motherfuckers don’t lay a hand on my fucking child. They murdered her mama, so ain’t no telling what they would do to her.”

I nodded.

He turned his attention back to everyone and spoke about the latest robbery that resulted in one death. Some of the young niggas were sent to shake up a couple of these new drug dealers. They were trying to mark their territory on Savage Saints’ block. They were supposed to go in, scare them, and rob them, but one of the niggas got trigger happy and a shootout happened. An old lady was struck and one of the trap boys was murdered. The streets were buzzing. All the old heads were pissed and trying to figure out what to do with the young niggas.

Instead of listening to them, I took in all the shady motherfuckers around me. These old ass men sat around criticizing the youth, yet the youth learned from them. Half of these motherfuckers in here sons and daughters was the one in the shootout.

Fifteen minutes later, they wrapped up. That meant it was party time. I’d seen so much shit happen at these parties. Drinking to the point of being inebriated, fights, and sometimes they turned into swingers. Since being a part of the Savage Saints, I’d seen some wild shit that I didn’t think would happen in Motorcycle Clubs. Usually, I would leave right after thismeeting, but being that my package was here, I wasn’t sure if I was leaving yet or not. Everyone dispersed.

I walked over to Junebug, who looked down at her phone. She had a stupid grin on her face. I’d been around women all my life, and any time they looked at their phones like that, I knew it had to be a weak ass nigga telling her what she wanted to hear. For three minutes, she giggled and smiled at her phone like a little ass schoolgirl. My irritation grew. I was ready to leave this place, but she couldn’t do a simple task like walk and text. Finally, she looked at me and scrunched her face.

“Um… Why are you standing here?” she asked with attitude.

I wanted to take her phone and smash it on the ground. I had to remind myself why I was here. “My job is to make sure you get your a—get home safely.”

She scanned me up and down. “Oh right, you’re my bodyguard,” she said, doing the air quotes. “Yeah, we can go. Let me tell my dad I’m gone.”

She waltzed over to her father. I couldn’t control myself watching her hips sway and her cheeks jump as she strutted to him. Prez was a fool if he thought the men around him weren’t eye fucking his daughter. A blind man could see the beauty that oozed from her. No matter how bad I thought about stripping her and having my way with her, I knew I had a mission to complete. After five minutes of what seemed to be a heated conversation, Junebug stomped away as if he had just grounded her. I shook my head at a grown ass woman throwing a tantrum. Prez waved me over. I had to muster up the ability to keep my composure.

I couldn’t stand Prez. There was something about him that screamed shady, sneaky, and backstabber. I didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. He had these motherfuckers wrapped around his finger. They idolized him. They wanted to be him.Some of them even feared him, but I didn’t. He pumped no fear in my heart.

“Sup, Prez?”

“Keep your eye on her. I’m trusting you with my daughter’s life. She got a target on her head. Shit been that way since the day she was born.”

The disdain I had for this man made my skin crawl. If he knew that his daughter had a target on her head since birth, why not keep her from it all? This was why I didn’t trust this motherfucker as far as I could throw him.

“I got you,” I said.

He slapped his hand on my shoulder and a devilish grin appeared on his face. “Aight, get her out of here. I got some shit to handle.”

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