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“Yeah, but it’s been a long time, and we need to do this. I don’t want to lose Cherry,” I hum, taking a pull of the beer.
“Fuck! I can’t fucking believe it,” Fiend hums, pulling out his cigarettes.
“Yeah, but she’s worth it.”
I grab his cigarettes, grab one, and light up. I inhale deeply, feeling good.
A few minutes later, Diablo slides onto the stool next to me. He leans on the bar countertop and looks at me.
The Prospect sets the beer in front of him. Diablo takes a pull and holds the bottle in his hands.
“Do you think that I didn’t know that you were messing around with Cherise? That would be wrong. I’m your VP, and I know everything. I know you; you’re my Brother, and I know that you will treat her well,” Diablo says, resting his hands on his waist.
“Yeah, I love her, and I will always take care of her,” I hum, grinding my molars.
“So when is the wedding?”
“Whenever Cherry says it is. I’ll be there.”
“Good, I like hearing that. What about the Romeo Road name? Do you want to change it?”
“I think that it would be best to give Cherry peace,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“Yeah, I’ll talk it over with the Prez. I want you to think up a road name,” Diablo says, moving his head up and down.
“Fuckingtastic.”
“You two, get ready. We have a run for you,” Diablo says, pushing off the bar stool.
“Right, yeah,” we reply.
As soon as Diablo walks away, Fiend leans in and laughs.
“What about your Road name? It should be pussy whipped.”
“Fuck off.”
Fiend snickers and takes a long drag of his cigarette.
Later.
“Romeo, Fiend, we need you in the pit,” Diablo says, looking at us.
“Right,” I say, pushing away from the bar.
He walks away, walking to the Prez office.
“I bet it’s about that Herd Boy Boss,” Fiend says.
We walk down the hallway to go to the pit. It’s a room that we have behind the Chapel where we hold Church. It is empty except for the tools needed to torture the fuckers.
Fiend enters the code into the pad, and the door pops open. We enter the room and stop to stare at the body hanging from the ceiling. It’s not a pretty sight, blood and limbs all over the floor. The room is stainless steel, with a drain to make it easy to clean up.
Diablo enters the room and stands next to us.
“Get the fucker out of here, get rid of him as we always do, at the crematory. Here’s the scratch to give Ted. Do not leave until yousee the fucker in the pit of hell,” Diablo hums, handing me the envelope.
“Will do,” I hum, moving my head up and down.
