Page 8 of Diablo
“Thanks, Pinkie,” I hum.
I walk back to the bar, feeling a lot better, but I still want some pussy. My cock is still fucking hard.
Fuck!
“Brother, that was hot,” Sin hums, looking at Pinkie.
“That was fuckintastic! I think that we should do Porn videos with the Brothers fucking the clubwhores,” Menace says, taking a pull of his beer.
“Hell yes, that would be a great income,” Sin says, nodding.
“Yeah, bring it up at Church,” I hum, grabbing another beer.
“Fuck, I’m in,” Killer says, smirking.
I take a pull of beer, grab another cigarette, and light up, inhaling deeply. I look at the hang-around, drinking beers and staring at the club whores.
“Did you tell the fuckers that they can’t fuck the club whores,” I ask Fiend, holding my beer.
“Damn straight. Those fuckers want to Prospect, so they would be stupid to fuck up,” Killer hums.
“Yeah, but we know that the motherfuckers are all stupid. I want to add another rule for them. The fuckers can all come on Friday night but after ten pm. I don’t want to see their mugs any earlier,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Damn, that’s a good new rule,” Sin hums, nodding.
“The Brothers have their schedule on whose babysitting the fuckers, let’s get gone.”
Next day.
I lean back into my chair, rubbing my beard. I look at the Brothers walk into the Chapel, taking a seat for Church.
“Church is now in session. Brothers, Spy has all the information on the Cutthroat MC, and they still want to patch over. So, now I want to send Diablo, Fiend, Menace, Killer, Viper, Sin, Shadow, Lethal, and Maniac to vet them in their clubhouse in Vegas.
Diablo, I need to know what they’re doing and who they are on their turf before they get invited to our clubhouse,” Demon growls, looking around the room.
“What about the DNA,” Killer asks, leaning his arm on the table and raising his brow.
“We will get his DNA, and Slash will run the tests,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“We don’t have any leads on the sister, so we’re still working on it,” Spy says.
“The Brothers will be leaving tonight and stay for a few days,” Demon hums.
“Brothers, get ready,” I say.
“We have a few new hangarounds that want to Prospect, but I want to check them out more before we even consider them,” Demons hums, rolling the gavel in his hands.
“I want to add another rule for the hang-around. I don’t want to see their fucking mugs until after ten pm. So, I want every Brother to remember the fucking rules because I expect you to enforce them on your scheduled night to babysit.
Rule one, they come only on Friday nights after ten pm.
Rule two, the son of bitches will pay for their fucking beers.
Rule three, we will get a photo of their license to vet the fuckers.
Rule four, we will only have a maximum of six fuckers hanging around.
Rule five, they don’t fucking touch the club whores.
