Page 8 of Fiend
Demon takes out his cigarettes from his Cut, takes out a cigarette, and hands the box to War. Demon lights up, looking at War.
War takes one, and lights up.
“War, it’s been a long time coming.” Demon says.
“It’s fucking time, and necessary,” War says, lifting his chin, looking at Demon through lowered eyelids.
“We have deets, the fuckers Herd Boys are working our turf. They’re trying to take over, and that’s not going to fucking happen on my watch! The motherfuckers do not have the brains, crew, or money to carry it out. I figured that we need to crush them,” Demon says, grinding his shit kicker boots in the ground.
“Yes, I agree. Do you have anything in mind,” War asks, raising his brow.
“Yes, to join our muscles and brains to wipe them out. I want the fuckers gone because I’m tired of the shit and chaos that they’re causing. I don’t want the po-po in the MC’s business,” Demon growls, taking out another cigarette.
“I like the plan, but I need something that will lock our alliance,” War says, staring at Demon.
Demon shuffles his feet, cracks his neck. He’s fucking trying to control his fucking rage. He’s in fucking control, a fearless fucking Satan Warrior.
“What do you have in mind,” Demon says in a low, lethal voice.
“I want Poison as my Old Lady,” War says, emotionless.
War takes a drag of his cigarette, watching Demon closely.
“Why the fuck would I do that! Why Poison? Do you know her? What the fuck,” Demon growls.
Demon fists his hands, his face turns red, and his eyes look fucking wild.
Fuck!
I need to talk to Demon before this goes to shit.
“Demon,” I say, stepping close.
Demon turns to look at me, and I can see that he’s ready to fucking blow his top.
“What is it,” Demon asks, looking at me.
“Poison has been messing with War,” I say.
“What the hell! Why didn’t you tell me,” Demon hisses, lowering his lids.
“I didn’t know if it was going to be a thing,” I say, glaring at him.
Fucker is my Prez, but we’re fucking family. He needs to fucking remember that.
Demon turns and fucking yells at War.
“Motherfucker, you’ve been fucking Poison! You have some fucking balls to fuck her! The only reason I’m not kicking your ass is because she wants you,” Demon growls, curling his upper lip.
“Stupid fucker! I didn’t know who she was until after,” War growls, gathering his brows.
“That’s right,” I say, nodding.
“Get Poison out here,” Demon yells, looking at me.
Fuck!
I walk to the clubhouse, pulling out my cell phone to text her. It’s fucking faster.
