“You want me to expand it to include our residential properties too?”
“Everything,” Priest replies firmly.
“A’ight.”
“You really think they’re gonna do all that?” Sunny asks.
“I don’t know. I want to be prepared,” Priest answers.
“Maaaan, you need to turn her ass in and let dem folks handle her. All they wanna do is question her. Get ya kid, let them handle their business, and get the heat off us,” Sunny suggests, pissing me off as I untie my boot.
The minute he finishes speaking, I pull it off my foot and throw it at his head.
I earned my MC name because of my bad temper. Anytime I was pissed, my behavior and actions were so unpredictable and irrational that my MC brothers accused me of creating chaos.
“The fuck?” Sunny shouts as first my boot and then me come flying after him.
Priest is sitting behind his desk, shaking his head; Geek has jumped into a corner with his laptop; Digger is pressed up against the door, and Sunny is pinned against the wall.
“The fuck wrong with you, bitch boy? That’s my gahdamn baby mama you’re talking ’bout. For that reason alone, she deserves mad respect. How ’bout we toss ya ass to dem folks? Huh? I betcha they’d love to have your ass over hers any day.”
I’ve got him hemmed up against the wall, and I know that spit is flying from my mouth, but I don’t give a fuck right now.
“Chaos, chill, bro.”
I don’t immediately respond to Priest’s command, and Sunny pushes back against me. I slam him against the wall again, but this time, both Priest and Digger pull me back.
“Chill the fuck out, bruh,” Priest repeats.
I release Sunny and take several steps back.
“The fuck is wrong with you, nigga? Shit been good since you’ve been gone, and here you come back on that bullshit again!” Sunny shouts.
“Let somebody turn her ass in, and I swear there will be hell to pay. There will be Chaos, Corruption, and Confusion in this bitch,” I emphasize, referring to myself, my gun, and my bike.
“Everybody, calm the fuck down. No one is getting turned in, and nobody is getting questioned. That shit ain’t happenin’ on my watch.” Priest’s voice serves as a stern warning to us all.
“Nigga up in here acting like you did when you fell in love with Ember. If you love that bitch, then say that shit,” Sunny remarks in a gravelly tone.
I jump after him again. Priest and Digger grab and pull me back, while Geek jumps in between all of us.
“The next bitch that comes out ya mouth betta be ya mammy,” I remark.
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t make a move. He knows I’m not fucking around with him.
“Geek, I need you to create a temporary block and diversion in their system. Digger, find out who knew about Chaos and Charisma’s affiliation and their kid, and who Charisma has been hanging out with recently. Sunny, get with Torch because we need to do a makeover on Charisma.”
Everyone immediately calms down as we see Priest formulating a plan.
“Why is she getting a makeover?” I ask, bending and picking up my boot to place it back on my foot.
“I’m not sure if we’ll need her out and about while we ask questions, or if she will need to make certain connections for us or not. If so, she needs to be hidden right in plain view. She needs to take a break from her podcast for a while, and she needs a name change, no matter how temporary. I’ll get the fake ID prepared, but I need you to get your son out of town until thingsdie down and we can figure out what we’re dealing with,” Priest explains.
“She’s not going to let her baby leave without her,” I reply.
Priest is focused on his phone as he speaks to me. “She doesn’t have a choice. We need her around to get to the bottom of this situation and to figure out who knows what, why this happened, and who did it. We can’t do it without her, and your son needs to be stashed someplace safe. Shit could get ugly.”
“A’ight,” I reply, looking out the window that overlooks the downstairs portion of the clubhouse.
