Page 13 of Romeo
Romeo
Six months later.
Today, Josh and I are finally getting patched in as a Satan’s Warriors member. It’s going to be official in a few minutes, but we still need to pass the last feat in the ritual.
Yeah, my road name is Romeo, and Josh’s road name is Fiend.
The Brothers are standing all around the patio, ready to party.
“Romeo, Fiend, get your ass over here,” Diablo yells, standing next to the Prez, a couple of feet from the firepit in the center of the patio area.
Thor’s road name is now Diablo, and he’s the Satan’s Warriors MC VP.
“Let’s do this,” Demon yells, clapping his hands.
Ash’s road name is now Demon, and he’s one of the youngest Prez in the MC culture; it’s not heard of, but long story short,the Prez, his father was killed, and lots of changes in the MC hierarchy took place.
Here’s the deal, a rival MC, the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, Crash, killed our Prez Cox that fucked Crash’s Old Lady.
What the fuck.
Cox fucked Crash’s Old Lady, and the bitch disappeared when all this went down. I tell you, it is not worth killing over a bitch.
Fuck, that started the dominos to fall.
That’s when our VP Grizzly, Mama Bear’s Old Man, killed the Wicked Warriors VP, Stoner, in retaliation and ended up in the Pen for life.
Yeah, it sucks, especially for Mama Bear.
That’s what started the fucking war at the time because right now, the two MCs are on standdown. It’s a shame because Crash, Grizzly, and Cox were best friends from junior high all the way through high school, but the falling out happened a little after they graduated.
We don’t know why, but it must be really heavy stuff.
Cox and Grizzly started the Satan’s Warriors, and Crash started the Wicked Warriors MC.
I look at Fiend, and I know that he’s fucking scared shit, but we gotta take it like a fucking Satan’s Warrior. Josh is a Cox, the youngest of the Prez brothers.
Demon stares at the flame in the pit, waiting for Diablo to heat the iron branding stick. The iron branding stick needs to get red hot, and then Demon will adhere it to my forearm.
“Here, Prez,” Killer says, handing him the bottle of whiskey.
Ace’s Road name is Killer, so Josh and I are the last ones of the Brothers to patch in.
“Thanks,” Demon says, taking the bottle and twisting off the cap.
“Here, drink up,” Demon says, handing me the bottle of whiskey.
I take several long pulls, drinking almost half the bottle, and then I hand the bottle back to the Prez.
“Here, Fiend,” Demon says, handing him the bottle.
Fiend takes long pulls of the whiskey, finishing off the bottle.
Thank fuck that I’m starting to feel good, not so damn scared. That’s why Demon gives us the alcohol, to get the euphoric release of dopamine to survive this barbaric initiation.
I got this.
“Motherfuckers, you need to get high so that you can relax. The branding will take only twenty seconds, but it’s going to feel like a fucking long time. You two motherfuckers are not allowed to faint, you could experience difficulty breathing, but you can handle it, brothers you are a Satan’s Warrior! Now here’s the deal, you can’t faint because you’ll have to do it again, and for fuck sake, don’t move,” Demon laughs, rocking on his heels.
