Fuck!
Grizzly leans back in the chair, lowering his eyelids.
“Swear it! You will always protect my girls,” Grizzly growls, pressing his lips into a tight line.
“I swear it,” I growl, leaning on the table that separates us in the cold visiting room.
The constant chatter is fucking non-stop. I fucking need to get gone.
“I’ll visit soon,” I say, running my fingers through my hair.
“Get my fucking spawns to visit and to take care of my girls. The motherfuckers need to visit their sire to keep me updated,” Grizzly growls, furrowing his forehead.
Grizzly’s sons, Diablo, my VP, and Killer, the Sergeant At Arms/Enforcer, hate to visit their dad.
Fuckers.
“Right, will do. I have to go,” I say, nodding and glancing around the room.
“Keep me in the loop,” Grizzly says, pushing off the chair and leaving. The guard walks up to him and walks with him to the door.
I push off the table and walk across the room to the door. The guard opens the door, and I walk through all of the fucking doors. The banging sound of the steel doors makes me crazy. I grind my molars, looking straight ahead, and walk out of the fucking county jail.
I’ll be damned if I visit the fucker in the Penitentiary. That’s where he’s going to live the rest of his miserable life.
I walk into the clubhouse, the music is blaring, and I look around at the Brothers. I walk up to the bar and slide onto the stool next to Diablo.
“Fucker, Grizzly wants you and Killer to visit. He’s fucking pissed off,” I huff, lifting my chin at the Prospect. Prospect runs to get me the beer from the refrigerator behind the bar.
The bar runs the entire wall and has mirrors behind it. The pool table is in the left corner next to the kitchen. We have some tables and chairs around the clubhouse and a couple of sofas.
“Here, Prez,” Prospect says, placing the beer in front of me.
I lift my chin at the Prospect and take a long pull of beer.
“Hell no! I’m not visiting that fucker! He was a bastard to us,” Diablo growls, taking a pull of his beer.
“We need to have Church in an hour. I want to assign the new shifts to monitor the business. The new coffee shop is doing good.”
“Fuck, what about opening another bar in Sacramento?”
“Get me the facts, and we’ll decide.”
I watch my Brother’s Killer, Shade, Fiend, and Romeo playing pool. The club whores walk out of the kitchen wearing nothing but the thong, and tank top, trying to get their attention.
“Fiend, could you take me to the store,” Pinkie purrs, pushing out her tits. She has long, hot pink hair, tattoos, and a belly piercing.
“Don’t have time,” Fiend growls, leaning on the wall and watching Killer make the shot.
“Sugar, I’ll take you later,” Killer says, looking at her.
“Killer, you’re the best,” Pinkie says, swaying right and left to the music.
“Get the club whores to clean the damn clubhouse; it’s fucking dirty from the Friday night party,” I hiss, pulling out my cigarette box.
I pull one out and light up; Diablo takes the box, grabs one, and lights up.
“Will do,” Diablo hums.
