Page 4 of Fiend
Fucker!
Welcome to the club.
“I’m not calming down! I want you to fucking remember that we have two sisters who need us! Those club whores are nothing! The club whores are planning on jumping our sisters, Mama Bear, and the girls.
The bitches are here to get fucked by all the Brothers because that’s what they want! I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you or the Brothers to abuse or disrespect our sisters! We need to always protect them and help them,” I growl, gathering my brows and fisting my hands.
My blood is boiling, and all I want to do is smash my fucking fist into his mug. Maybe then he comes to his senses. Lately, he’s had his head up his fucking ass. He’s even fucking up his relationship with Halo, fucking Grizzly’s daughter. I get that he’s uptight about everything, but fuck it, he needs to snap out of it!
“What the fuck,” Demon says, rubbing his neck.
“That’s right, Prez. I heard them talking,” Killer says, crossing his arms, spreading his feet.
“I fucked up! I won’t ever do anything to hurt our sisters,” Demon growls, turning up his lip.
“Right,” Killer says, nodding.
“Fuck! Glad to hear that, but don’t forget that they need us! I want you to talk to the club whores and make it clear where they stand! I’ll take care of our Princesses,” I utter in a low voice.
“I hear you, but don’t forget to keep me in the loop on what’s happening,” Demon says, grinding his molars.
Of fucking course I’m not going to tell the fucker what my sisters are going to do. They’re always up to something, but they keep me in the loop. I’m just glad that they trust me and confide in me. I’m not ever going to lose their trust.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, nodding.
“Fuckers! Stop fighting,” Shade hisses, walking up to us.
Shade is our youngest blood brother, the MC’s Secretary, and he feels the same about our sisters. I don’t doubt that Demon does, but he’s also taking care of the MC and the Brothers.
“It’s cool,” Demon says, taking a pull of beer.
“I need a beer,” I snarl, walking towards the refrigerator.
I grab a beer for Killer and Shade, hand it to them. They take it and take a pull of my beer, leaning against the kitchen countertop.
“Prez, the run was successful. We caught two fuckers that are dealing weed on our turf,” Killer says.
“Fuckintastic! Do you have the deets,” Demon asks, raising his brow.
“Of fuckincourse! I have the deets,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Send me the deets, and I’ll get Diablo to gather the Brothers. Church in the morning,” Demon says.
“Brothers, Church is in session! We have the fuckers that are working our turf. Fiend and Killer grabbed the little shits. Stupid young fuckers that need scratch. They want to help the MC as informants, and we will provide the fucking weed for them to deal. The fuckers are a small new gang, the Mad Dogs! I want to vote on allowing them into our turf, basically into our business,” Demon says, looking around the room.
“Brothers, the Mad Dogs are young high school fuckers, who need money. What I think is that we need to have them in our pocket, more like a junior branch of sorts. We should keep them under our thumb, vs the fuckers getting pulled into another MC or gang. Then we will have bigger issues,” Diablo says, rubbing his beard.
“Brothers, VP suggestion is good, so I’m going to assign four Brothers to spend some time with the Mad Dogs to ensure that they understand what we expect from them! I don’t want them in the MC business, but they need to have guidelines. I want them as informants, and they can continue selling weed, but our weed, and we get a percentage,” Demon says, leaning back into his chair.
“Brothers, also by keeping them close to Satan Warriors MC, we would be able to see if they’re going to be good Prospects for the MC,” Shade says. “In essence, we would be molding them into what we need and want loyal Brothers.”
“Shade, that’s a great point,” Demon says, nodding. “Let’s take a vote.”
“Brothers, let’s vote! Any nays,” Diablo asks, looking around the room.
Not one Brother voted nay.
“Any yea’s,” Diablo asks.
