Demon
A month later.
“Bang.”
I walk down the hall, looking at the guards at the counter at the end.
“Pass,” a tall, thin guard barks, glaring at me.
I hand the guard the paper that the front office gave me. He looks at it, raises his eyebrow, and looks at the other guard. He shrugs and presses the button to open the steel door.
I walk through the last fucking door, clenching my jaw. The damn sound of the doors locking me in this fucking hell hole sends a chill up my back and raises the hair on my neck.
Motherfuckers!
“Bang.”
I look around the big visiting room, which is full of the inmates' family and friends. I take the table in the corner, where I can have my back to the wall.
Fuck!
I look at the table because I sure as fuck don’t want to make eye contact with any of these motherfuckers. I don’t need fucking issues with other gangs or MCs. I turn my fingers into my palms to stop from tapping the fucking table.
I wait for about thirty minutes, and finally, the guards bring Grizzly over to my table.
He sits next to me, resting his hands on the table. I look at him, staring into his eyes. The man looks older, meaner, and wild. That’s not good.
“Hi, what’s up? You have something that you want me to handle?”
“It’s about fucking time that you came to see me,” Grizzle hisses, pursing his lips.
His hair and beard are completely gray and long. He looks worn, haggard, thinner, and has some bruises on him. I know that it’s hell being inside the pen.
“I need you to get me out of here,” Grizzly says in a low tone, looking me in the eyes.
“How the fuck do you want me to do that.”
“Work on the fucking judge, I don’t give a fuck how you do it, just do it.”
“Right.”
“I didn’t get the chance to whip your ass, boy, before everything went down. I saw you talking to Halo, and it didn’t look brotherly,” Grizzly growls, gathering his thick brows.
“I’ve always talked to Halo, since forever.”
“Motherfucker! Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m telling you, if you’re not making her your old lady, don’t touch her, fucker! I need to have peace of mind that you’re going to swear to me that you will take care of my girls. I don’t want the motherfuckers fucking with my girls,” Grizzly says, glaring at me.
Fuck!
That’s absofuckinlutly cluster fuck!
Just thinking and looking at Halo gives me a fucking chub and a hard one at that.
“Don’t worry, Grizzly, I’ll take care of your girls and Mama bear,” I say, curling my fingers into a tight fist.
“I don’t give a fuck about Mama Bear. That old bitch is lucky that she’s still in the clubhouse,” Grizzly hisses, pursing his lips.
Well, color me fucking surprised. I didn’t know that he hated Mama Bear.
