Page 3 of Fiend
I turn on my bike and pull out of the gas station. I ride through Jackson's hillside rolling road. It’s beautiful, and the sun is starting to disappear on the horizon, showcasing beautiful purple and pink colors. It’s fucking peaceful ride; it clears my mind. I move my wrists on the throttle, revving my bike, feeling the wind on my face.
I need to get back and talk to Demon. That fucking club whore is causing issues, and it needs to stop. I don’t want the Brothers to think that they can mess around with my sisters.
Hell no!
I ride onto the clubhouse drive and park at the back of the clubhouse. I turn off my bike, pull off my eyeglasses, gloves, and helmet, placing them on my seat.
I roll my shoulders and stretch my arms up and lean to each side. I roll my neck and look around the parking lot. It seems like it’s fucking getting busy.
I’m just glad that the girls are going out and away from the Brothers and the party. I walk into the main clubhouse, look at the Brothers drinking, playing pool, and some are fucking theclub whores. I look at them, and those bitches don’t look fucking appealing to me. They’re getting on my last nerve!
Fuck!
We should get new club whores because they’re starting to think that they own us. I don’t see Demon, so I walk to the steel door and enter the code. I walk up to the second floor, down the hall to another steel door. This section is for Demon, Shade, and me. We have rooms, a small living room, and a kitchen at the end of the hallway.
My Brothers, Grizzly’s sons, have the other section on the same floor. The ground floor, plus the additional building, is where the Brothers, club whores, and Prospects live. The top floor is where my sisters, Mamma Bear, and the girls live.
I walk into our living area, with Killer flanking me.
“Demon!”
“Yeah,” Demon yells.
I walk to the small kitchen and living area. Demon is grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. I walk up to him and stand in front of his fucking face. I’m not fucking going to allow him to do whatever he wants with our baby sisters.
“What the fuck are you doing,” I yell, pointing my index finger at Prez.
Yeah, the motherfucker Prez, my blood brother. The fucker is young, learning how to navigate the MC since he was voted in ten years ago at such a young age.
It’s fucking messed up. Old grudges and new affronts erupted ten years ago.
The previous Prez Cox, my Dad, was killed by the Wicked Warriors, Prez Crash. Daddy dearest fucked Crash’s Old Lady.
Of fuckincourse, hell raged.
Our previous VP, Grizzly, killed the Wicked Warriors VP, Stoner, in retaliation. That’s why Grizzly is in the Pen for life. Crash is in the Pen doing life.
It’s fucking complicated, and so far, the two MCs are coexisting.
The story is that Crash, Grizzly, and my Dad were best friends since junior high, all the way through high school. But after graduation, they had a falling out. It must have been heavy since Cox and Grizzly founded the Satan’s Warriors MC, and Crash founded the Wicked Warriors MC.
Mom decided to disappear, leaving our sisters with us to protect.
Yeah, they were only eleven and ten years old! That’s fucked up, but I stepped up. I fucking ensure that they have what they need and are always protected. I installed extra steel doors with codes.
Grizzly’s old lady, Momma Bear, and his girls also live on the top floor, protected from all.
That’s why I’m pissed off!
It’s been a week since that stupid club whore messed with Poison. She’s still mouthing off, and Poison is ready to take her out. The bitch doesn’t get it. She needs to stay away from my sisters. One of these days, she’s going to get fucking killed or disfigured.
Poison is no joke, and neither is Candy. Yeah, my Brother's Killer sisters are no joke either.
Yeah, my sisters are vicious, and I taught them how to fight with the switchblade that Dad gave them for their birthdays.
“Calm the fuck down,” Demon growls, lowering his eyelids.
The motherfucker looks pissed.
