“Grizzly doesn’t look good and is more demanding.”
“Oh yeah, what the fuck did he say?”
“He wants me to do everything I can to get him out of there and to take care of his girls.”
“I bet he does. Take care of his girls?”
“Fucker wants me to make sure that the Brothers don’t fuck with them.”
“Right, he didn’t give a fuck when he was here. He never told you anything about Halo,” Diablo says, looking at me.
“You know damn well that my Prez told me not to make her my Old Lady until I finished school. Now I’m too fucking busy getting the MC strong and profitable. Besides, Halo needs to finish school; she’s almost done.”
“Right. Motherfucker you better not be playing her because I will kill you,” Diablo hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“Fucker! Get the Brothers ready for Church.”
I push off the stool and walk to my office to get information on the new businesses.
I watch Diablo close the Chapel’s door and walk around the long table. He falls into his chair next to me, leans his arms on the table, and looks around at the Brothers.
I rub my chin, grab the wooden gavel, and bang it on the square wood block. The gavel is old, worn, and scratched. The wood block has the MC’s colors engraved on it.
“Church is in session! I have several things to discuss, and I need you to pay attention.
I’m going to ask you all to step up and own your assignments, don’t fuck up the runs. I want you to take your job seriously. I want the Satan’s Warriors MC to be successful and wealthy.
It’s our MC, it’s our life, and I want all the Brothers to live the most amazing MC lifestyle.
We have all of the key players in the police, a judge, and the mayor playing, so they have our backs; of course, it costs huge amounts of scratch. The cost is higher than before, so we need to generate more revenue,” I say, looking at my Brothers.
“The MC strip club and bar are doing great, and we want to open two more in Sacramento. Are there any objections?” Diablo hums, raising his brow.
“None, all good, let’s do it, no objections,” the Brothers say.
“Excellent. We need some Brothers to scout the properties available and report back. I visited Grizzly in jail; the trial will be in a few months. It doesn’t look good for him. He had three requests.
The first one is to tell you fuckers not to mess with his girls unless you make them your Old Lady. Do not make me kill you if I catch you. Diablo and Killer will be watching your ass.
The second request he wants the MC to get him out, and that seems close to impossible.
The third request is that he wants his spawns to visit him. Diablo and Killer, Grizzly doesn’t look good, he’s fucked up. So maybe you should see him.
Diablo will send out the list on your runs. Do not fuck up!
Spy, I want you to look into those stock investments or bonds,” I hum, leaning back in my chair.
Spy is our IT Brother and the best. He can get all of the information that we need to handle all of the MCs' business.
“On it,” Spy hums, taking notes on his laptop.
“The Prospects are up on a year, and I want your feedback. We will decide if they’re patching in or do they need more time,” I say, looking at the Brothers.
“We want to move the MC to thrive like never before. We’re open to suggestions. Run through me, and I’ll tell the Prez,” Diablo says,
“Sounds good, awesome, okay, will do,” the Brothers say.
“Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power,” I growl, pushing off my chair and pumping my fist.
