Page 18 of Diablo
I’m fucking pissed off at myself.
I walk into the clubhouse and head over to the Prez office. I knock on the door and push it open when he calls out. I walk inside, close the door, and stare at him, grinding my molars.
“Brother, you look awful,” Demon hums, leaning back into his chair.
“I’m fucking tired and stressed,” I say, falling onto the chair in front of his desk. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck.
“What happened? Did Moose fuck up?”
“No, Moose is alright. I have the DNA sample to get the tests done.”
“So what’s up your ass?”
“I need to have Spy get me everything on a girl. Her name is Athena Benson. Could he work on it like now,” I hum, leaning back into the chair.
“Who the hell is she?”
“She’s my woman.”
“What the fuck! Are you crazy? You just met her, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t fucking care.”
“Uh, ah.”
“Fuck you!”
“Calm the fuck down! I’ll have Spy get on it. Did you give Slash the DNA?”
“No, I have it here,” I hum, pulling out the cotton swab and the hair from my Cut pocket. I place it on his desk and lean back into the chair, running my fingers through my hair.
“Do you want to talk?”
“No. It’s a girl I met, and I want her.”
“Fucking hell, that’s crazy.”
“Don’t ride me.”
“I’ll let you know when I have the info.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m getting a beer, want one?”
“Thanks, but I have a shit ton to get through,” Demon huffs, leaning back into his chair.
“Right, call me if you need help.”
I walk out of the office and head to the bar to get a beer. I lift my chin at the Prospect and slide on the wooden stool next to my Brothers Viper and Sin.
“Give me a cigarette,” I hum, moving my fingers.
“Fucker! You’re fucking uptight,” Viper hums, sliding the box on the bar countertop.
“Fuck you.”
I grab the beer from the Prospect and take a good pull. I then take a cigarette out of the box, light it, and inhale. I stare at the end of the cigarette the red cherry. I exhale and look at the prospect.
