“On it, Prez,” Scorpion says, walking into the Chapel where we hold church, closing the door and turning to fall into his chair, clasping his hands like a good little boy.
I roll my eyes because sometimes my brother Scorpion is fucking ass, but you gotta love him.
War scrubs his face, shaking his head, inhaling, and exhaling. It fucking looks like he’s trying to keep his cool.
“Church is in session,” War yells, slamming the gavel.
“Here, here,” we yell, pumping our fists.
“Bros, it’s been fairly slow the last few months since we took out the Herd Boys leader Dicky and his second Rudy,” War says, leaning back to the side in his chair.
He looks around the room, pursing his lips, shakes his head.
“But we have another problem, and it’s huge! The motherfuckers, the Satanic Bastards MC from the Bay Area, are continuing to cross over into our turf selling their fucking shit,” War growls, slamming his hand on the table.
“We can’t have that! We need to stop them before they take over our territory,” Taz snarls, rubbing his beard.
“Prez, I heard from the snitch that the Satanic Bastards MC does not only have bad shit, I mean low quality, but they’re taking the girls for trafficking,” I say, grinding my molars.
That right there is what pisses me off with the low-life humans. I want to stop those motherfuckers because they’re crossing into our territory, and that’s absolfuckinluty not acceptable.
Period.
Motherfuckers!
“I’m going to have brothers doing runs to monitor our turf,” War growls, furrowing his forehead drawing his eyebrows together into a line.
The man is fucking pissed.
Of fuckingcourse, this MC is the bomb.
“Death, Blood, Rage, and Mayhem will do the first run,” Taz barks, looking at us.
“Yes, on it, indeed, okay,” we respond.
“Hawk, take notes,” War says, looking at the MC’s secretary.
“Right,” Hawk says, nodding as he moves his fingers off his tablet.
“Vicious, Scorpion, Rage, and Sniper will do the next run,” Taz growls, looking at the brothers.
“Yes, right, okay, no problem,” the brother's answer.
“I’ll have the rest of the brothers assigned by the end of the day,” Taz says, looking around the table.
“On another note, we’re going to do a group run with the Satan Warriors MC since we’re now on family terms,” War says, shaking his head, rubbing his hands.
“Motherfuckers, you all are dropping like fucking flies with the Satan Warriors women,” Death growls, cracking his neck.
“Yeah, the fuckers are pussy-whipped,” Vicious says, fist-bumping Death.
“Motherfuckers, shut it,” War growls, staring at the brothers.
“We’ll let you know when the group run will be as soon as we confirm with Demon and Diablo,” Taz says, lowering his eyelids.
Demon is the Satan Warriors MC Prez, and Diablo is the VP. My brother, War’s Old Lady Poison, is Demon’s sister, the Satan Warriors princess, and Taz looks like he has a hard on for Candy, the other princess, and sister.
Fuckingtastic!
