“Will do,” Spy says, nodding.
“Spy, also get the GPS on the fuckers; you never know when we will need it,” I say, rubbing my chin.
“Right,” Spy says, moving his head up and down.
I want all of their dirty secrets because I’m going to squeeze their fucking balls. I need to be ready because that fucker has it bad for Halo. I heard him threaten her. I bet that she never told me because she knows damn well that he’s a fucking dead man.
I need to keep a close track of the fucker, especially since Halo is pregnant. I don’t want the bastard to hurt my woman and Baby.
Nobody messes with what’s mine.
The Brothers walk into the Chapel and take a seat. Diablo closes the door, walks over, and sits in his chair, leaning back.
“Church is in session,” I yell, slamming down the gavel.
“Listen up, we have an important issue,” Diablo growls, glaring at the Brothers.
“We have a problem. And I do not like fucking problems. It appears that some fucking small gang, the Herd Boys, are dealing, working on our turf but also on the Wicked Warriors MC turf. That’s not acceptable! Plus, the little fuckers are planning on taking over our turf! They don’t have the crew, money, or brains to do it, but they will cause fucking issues trying. We do not need that.
I’m going to set up a greet and meet with War, the Wicked Warriors MC Prez. I want to work together to stop the Herd Boys,” I say, slamming my hand on the table.
I’m so fucking pissed off.
“We need a vote,” Diablo growls.
“All in favor of squashing the Herd Boys,” Shade says.
“Yea,” the Brothers yell.
“Fuckingtastic, we’re squashing the Herd Boys,” Shade says, moving his head up and down.
“All in favor of the alliance with the Wicked Warriors MC,” Shade asks, raising his brow.
I know that the Brothers remember our history but fuck, we need this.
“Yea,” the Brothers shout.”
“Hell yes,” Diablo yells, moving his head up and down.
Yes, it’s a done deal.
“Fuckingtastic! We’re going to set up the meeting today, so I want you fuckers on your best behavior. I don’t want anything or anyone to start a fucking war,” I hiss, curling up my upper lip.
“Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” I growl, pushing off my chair.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.
“Diablo, we need to talk to the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War. We need to establish a working relationship since both MCs are having issues with the fucking Heard Boys. Go over there and tell the Prez War that I want to talk to him today, here at the clubhouse. Take Menace and Fiend with you,” I say, looking at my VP.
“Will do,” Diablo says, moving his head up and down.
“Fuckingtastic,” I say, pulling out my cigarette box.
I take one and hand the box to him. I light up, leaning back into my chair.
“Thanks,” Diablo says, lifting his chin.
Diablo gets out of the chair and walks out of my office. I know that my Brother is on it.
