Page 37 of Diablo
“Yeah, you two are handsome,” Athena says, rolling her eyes.
“Come here and give me a hug. We were together for nine months, so give me some love,” Moose hums, snickering.
“Now you’re not going to ever get rid of me,” Athena huffs, walking to him.
Moose gives her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Motherfucker better be happy that I’m not killing him.
“Hey, no more kissing,” I say, pulling her out of his arms.
“Fucking jealous bastard,” Lethal hums, shaking his head.
“Yeah, so sue me. She’s mine, my Old Lady, and soon my wife. So look, but do not touch,” I huff, pulling her into my arms.
“Diablo, you’re bad,” Mama Bear hums, walking over. “Moose, welcome son to the family.”
Mama Bear gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We introduce the family and Brothers.
A few hours later.
“Listen up! The Cutthroats MC are patching over to the Satan Warrior MC. I want all of you fuckers to line up and drink some whiskey. I need you ready to take the patching-over ritual. Extend your arm and fucking grab your balls, and do not move or faint. The Satan Warrior MC colors will be branded on your forearm, yeah, like fucking cattle!
If you faint motherfuckers, you will then have to redo it, and you don’t want a fucking messed up color on your arm. You will keep your road name so get ready,” Demon hums, taking a pull of his beer.
The Brothers are standing around them, drinking and placing bets. I know that the fuckers will take it. We all do; it’s the heartfelt want that makes you bear the pain.
I walk over with the red hot branding stick and hand it to Demon. Demon smirks, his eyes glow like the fucking devil.
“Motherfuckers, ready,” Demon yells, looking at the Brothers lined up.
“Yeah, yes, ready,” they growl.
Demon smirks, walks over to the first one and presses the branding stick to the forearm for a few seconds. Then he does the others, one after another. The Brothers all stand, not a peep from them.
Fuckers really want this.
The Satan Warrior MC brand is the MC colors. The Satan Warrior MC arch above the wings has a skull and two bones crossed below the skull in the center. It’s about two inches in diameter, the size of the top of the soda can.
Finally, Demon is done branding the fuckers. I start handing out the Cuts. The Brothers pull it on, howling.
“This is fucking badass,” Moose says, looking at the brand.
“It is. Welcome, Brothers,” Demon yells.
I give the last Cut to Moose, and he grabs it, pulls it on, and smiles. He runs his hands through his hair, looking around at the brothers.
“Welcome, Brother,” I hum, lifting my chin and looking at him.
“Welcome, Brothers,” the Brothers yell.
“We. . are . .family! I got all my Brothers with me! Come on, Brothers, let’s party,” Joker yells, pointing at the Brothers as he spins, bopping his head, moving his shoulders as he shuffles across the ground.
For a moment, I thought Joker was going to sing that old We Are Family song.
“Hell yes,” Lethal yells, grabbing Cherry.
I take Athena’s hand and pull her close.
Epilogue
