Diablo- Savage Souls MC

Diablo

F*ck this. He had just thrown another shot of Jack Daniel's back. Feeling it burn down his throat was somehow calming. Diablo was pretty much always angry, but having the Saints MC fu*king with their shipments was really starting to piss him off. Suddenly a pair of manicured hands draped across his shoulders.

“Hey Diablo, how about we go have some fun" Candy purred.

He knew he could always rely on her to get on her knees, no questions asked. Standing, he grabbed her arm and led her to his room. She started to unzip her skirt, batting her eyelashes.

“Keep it on, on your knees, don't have time for theatrics.”

Cold? Yes. But he didn't get with club wh*res for a date night. He wanted what he came for and that was that. She dropped to her knees, pulling him out of his jeans and started sucking. Her mouth felt good, but he almost gagged on her cheap floral perfume. He internally sighed. He was getting too old for this sh*t.

Standing up, she wiped the corners of her mouth, smirking.

“Why don't you settle down, Diablo hmm? We would make such a power couple and, you know it.”

She dragged her nails down his cut. He grabbed her wrists and threw her hands away.

“Not happening Candy. I have no desire to settle down, and you're a club wh*re, learn your fu*king place or leave. Get out of my room I got sh*t to do." She scoffed and stomped out.

“Yo man, what did you do to piss off Candy?” Ace, our sergeant at arms laughed.

“F*ck man chick does not give up. Still thinks she's ol lady material, not that I want one period for fu*cks sake.” He laughed again and slapped my shoulder.

“Let's get downstairs and grab a beer. Did she at least do a good job?”

I snorted, “Define good."

I have been riding with the Savage Souls for 30 years. Scooped up from an alley in Raleigh at 16 after getting my a*s handed to me by some biker rogues started the journey I am on to this day. Chaos, our former president and current president Hatchet's dad, scooped me out of that alley that night and under his wing. My life changed for the better that day. After getting my a*s kicked by my dad and neglected by my mom for my entire life, I finally had a reason to live. I had a brotherhood. Hatchet, Ace, Zippo, Clown Whiz and all the others, I have no doubt have my back. After Chaos murder, we swept through North Carolina and made sure the Italians knew where they stood. They had taken away our father and prez that day and still to this day know where they stand. No one has fu*cked with us since. Until now. The Saints were trying to get in on our business with the Russians and that was just not going to happen. Sure, we knew what they were doing, but we were waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. They would feel it.

And they would regret it.

I woke up the next day, light filtering in through the blinds and right into my raging brain. I usually don't drink to the point of blacking out, but this sh*t with the Saints is getting to me. I think I really just needed to get out some pent-up energy, and the club wh*res just weren't doing it anymore. I never wanted to settle down and never would. My mom assured that. She did nothing but neglect and abuse me and my sister and left a bad taste for women in my mouth. I only fu*ked. No feelings. That sh*t got you in trouble. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. After I got ready, I decided this hangover needed a nice greasy burger and the best place to get that from? Margies diner.