Page 43 of Fiend
The Cartel wants the Satan Warriors MC gone.
War has been dealing with the Satanic Bastards MC for a while. They continue to cross onto the Wicked Warriors MC turf.
The issue is that the motherfuckers are working with the fucking Cartel and selling the damn Fentanyl. It’s fucking low quality, causing a lot of deaths.
We will not work with the Cartel nor allow the damn Satanic Bastards MC to take our turf.
This is our territory, and those motherfuckers will not kick us out.
They can try to kill us!
In fact, that’s precisely what they were trying to do. The Cartel contacted the Satan Warriors MC to draw the MC out!
But the Satanic Bastards MC ambushed us.
That’s what happened! They almost took out our Brother Fiend!
What they managed to do is start a war! We’re not going to roll over and allow the Satanic Bastards MC to fuck us!
War confirmed that the Cartel is dealing with human trafficking! That means that the Satanic Bastards MC is involved.
We need to stop the motherfuckers! War and I have plans to take them out! I want all of the informants questioned, every rock turned, and all the fucking street cameras looked at.
Spy is working on gathering all the dossiers on the Cartel and Satanic Bastards MC,” Demon growls, fisting his hand.
“I’m going to set a schedule for the teams that will be hunting for the fuckers when they cross our turf. Additionally, you need to continue with your regular runs,” Diablo says, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Fiend is still off runs until he recovers! Brothers, Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon shouts, standing and pumping his fist.
“Riding till we die,” we yell, pushing off our chairs and pumping our fists.
A couple of days later.
“Josh, I’m so glad to see that you’re feeling better,” Autumn says, hugging me.
I hug her back, pulling her closer.
“Baby girl, I want you to be my Old Lady,” I say, cupping her face.
I gaze into her beautiful eyes and see her tear up.
“Oh my god! Yes,” She says, blinking.
“Thank fuck! I love you and want you forever at my side,” I say, kissing her softly. I pull away and wipe her tears.
“I’m such a crybaby,” Autumn sniffles.
“Baby girl, you’re not. You’re just a little emotional, but I love it. I love seeing your love, joy, and fears. I want to experience every level that’s you.”
“Josh, I love you!”
“Baby girl, I love you,” I say, smiling, kissing her neck. “I can’t wait to be able to love you.”
“We have to be patient,” she says, hugging me.
I’m not having that, so I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue along hers and biting her lip.
“Baby girl, let’s go out to the clubhouse and get beer,” I say, taking her hand.
