Fuck me!
“Halo, stop calling me Ash. I’m getting patched in, and my road name is Demon. You know it, and I don’t want my Prez to get pissed at you.”
“Oh fuck! You’re fucking brainwashed by your dad. You and me, we’re real, solid. Demon, what’s up? You’re ghosting me, and I don’t fucking like it,” Halo hisses, lowering her eyelids.
“Fuck! Halo, my Prez wants me to focus on school, and you’re going to school for the next, what, seven years? I need to get all my ducks in a row.”
“Motherfucker! But you’re mine, and I don’t want the MC or anything else to come between us. We can do it all together. We’ve been together forever, and it’s time for you to make it official. I don’t want the fucking club whores near you,” Halo hisses, resting her hands on her hips.
My fucking cock gets so damn hard, and I want to take her to my room, but I can’t. I grind my molars and take another long pull of beer.
“I can’t right now, and you know it.”
“I don’t give a fuck! I don’t want more time to pass, even if it’s our secret,” She hums, taking a step closer.
“Stop, I’m serious. I don’t want my Prez to see us, he’ll be pissed off. I told you that last week he asked me to stay away from you. Give us some time.”
“Fuck you,” Halo hisses, tosses her long blond hair over her shoulder and walks away. I watch her hips sway as she walks over to the sisters. Yeah, our sisters, they’re the MC brats. The club whores are at the other corner, eyeing them. They hate each other, and the stupid club whores won’t get it. They will never be more or beat the MC brats.
“Fuck, Demon, what the hell,” Diablo hisses, pressing his lips tight.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Prez told you to stay away, and Grizzly will kill you,” Diablo growls, taking a step and standing in front of me.
“Fucker, back off. I told her that we need space,” I hum, taking a pull of beer.
I look at the empty bottle. I walk over to grab the whisky bottle that’s on the table, just for us. I take several pulls, closing my eyes.
Halo’s blue eyes are so damn expressive and are always in my mind. The hurt that I see in them kills me, but I have to do this. It’s only for a few years, then she’s mine.
“Fuck! You need to get your fucking act together. We can’t have the Prez change his mind about patching in,” Diablo hums, taking the bottle from me.
He takes several long pulls, and then he hands the bottle back.
We look into the fire pit, lost in our own thoughts. I’m thinking of Halo and how long it’s going to be before I can claim her as my Old Lady.
Fuck me!
“Prospects, are you two ready for the patching in,” Grizzly yells, walking over to us.
“Yes,” we respond, standing tall and proud.
Grizzly is the VP and Diablo’s dad, but he’s as tough as my Prez. They were friends along with another fucker, from junior high all the way to high school. They decided to start up the MC along with their other friend. But for some reason, they had a falling out, and their friend Crash chose to start his own MC, the Wicked Warriors MC, and now we’re rivals.
What the fuck, right.
Who the hell knows, no one.
“Fucking great. Prez will be out in a few, and in the meantime, I’m getting the iron branding stick ready. It’s going to be brutal, so don’t fucking wimp out on us. You take it like a fucking Satan Warrior! It’s the fucking last feat, the ritual of patching in,” Grizzly hums, turning the stick in the firepit.
I stare at the stick, my gut twists, and I grind my molars.
“Oh yeah, it’s going to be badass shit,” Fiend says, walking over to stand next to me.
“It’s crazy,” Shade hums, taking a pull of beer.
“Of fucking course,” I hum, taking a drink of Whiskey.
