Chapter Three (B)
Pyro
Braxxon picks his phone up from the table, checks the time and tosses it back down. Smokey is running late, and I’m fucking exhausted from mine and Salt’s two-day long watch, I’m on empty.
Smokey struts in, flops down in his seat without a word, and Braxxon bangs the gavel down onto the wooden plank.
“First things first,” he says while he lights a cigarette inhales and exhales. “Pyro and Salt were hit their first hour on watch two days ago, the police have been handled. They left one alive and sent him back. I’m done playing fuckin’ games. It’s time for us to go back to our roots,” he grits out. “We had no fuckin’ issues until we started using good ol’ fashioned fuckin’ morals. Those days are gone.”
About fucking time.
“The next few weeks are gonna be locked up tight with security. The women aren’t allowed anywhere, beginning now.”
Great.
Lockdown once more.
“They’re not gonna be happy,” Sniper groans while running his hands down his face in irritation.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’d rather the women stay alive,” Braxxon roars snubbing out his cigarette. “As for your adoption, ZZ, we’ll put up a front if they come sniffing around for another home check at your house.”
“What about, Tea? Should I make her come home?” ZZ questions him.
Shit. I forgot Tea was living with the Red Ladies.
“I’m bringing in the Red Ladies. They’re a chapter of four; I don’t care for their odds if they’re hit. I’ve already made the call, she’ll be coming home with them.”
Shadow grunts and crosses his arms, pissing off ZZ.
“Don’t go runnin’ her off again,” ZZ warns. “I don’t know nor care what the fuck is going on with you two, but my little girl needs to be safe.”
Shadow turns his head away from ZZ’s glare, saying nothing to his warning while I shake my head, we have bigger shit to worry about than Shadow’s dick problems.
“What about Piper and Jinx’s therapy and self-defense session’s? They’re both makin’ too much progress to stop,” Sniper speaks up. “Piper would be okay, but Jinx, she wouldn’t.”
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not sayin’ anything more and don’t piss me off,” he warns.
“Calm yourself, Sniper,” Braxxon snaps. “We’re your brothers.”
“She needs therapy,” he argues. “Trust me.”
“Alright, I’ll have the therapist come in for sessions, and as for self-defense, we’ll give them lessons.” Braxxon decides.
“Thank you,” Sniper grunts.
Braxxon’s phone chimes, he frowns as he reads a text message. I’m about to ask if everything is okay when there is a knock on the door. “Right on time,” he grunts. “Come in, ladies.”
The door opens and in walk the Red Ladies, all four of them, Dizzy, Salt, Lucy, and Lyric.
“Welcome ladies, four of you fools get your asses up and offer up your seats,” Braxxon orders as he pockets his phone again.
Shadow, Rap, ZZ, and Smokey all stand and push out their chairs, and the ladies take a seat while the guys lean against the walls of the room.
“You bring your bags?” Braxxon questions them.
“We did,” Dizzy answers, “you said enough for a few weeks.”
“Yeah, this is your new home until further notice,” he informs them while crossing his arms. “Diz, did you make that call I asked you to make?”
She nods. “Your wife and I are good. We squashed our beef months ago, but yes, I made the call. She was tellin’ ya the truth; she’s honestly okay with it all.”
“Alright then, on to the next matter at hand. I’ve already informed Pyro, but the rest of you are still in the dark. Arizona is sending us three members for keeps, they’re transferring over, they won’t be returning to the Arizona chapter, it’s too small, these three members are bored, and well, we need the fuckin’ help.”
ZZ’s interest is piqued, his stance changes and his attention is solely on our president. “Who?”
“Krew Condon, Fox League, and Seneca Cayson,” Braxxon’s reply is curt and almost annoyed.
The room erupts in an uproar; even the Red ladies are boasting over our soon to be new members.
“Quiet,” Braxxon roars.
My eyebrows draw together in confusion. Braxxon’s mood turned sour quick; I wonder what kind of text pissed him off.
“Ladies, when leaving the compound, you don’t leave without another Red Lady or a brother at your side. Are we clear?” Braxxon issues.
“Clear,” Dizzy acknowledges.
“Fuckin’ fantastic,” he murmurs more to himself, leans down, and pulls a box from underneath the table. “New prepays, all phones are already programmed thanks to my wife. You will find there is a calendar filled with everyone’s schedules. If your prepay gets burned, we have plenty more. Don’t hesitate to ask Winter for another.”
“Pyro and Salt came off of a two-day shift this morning; they’re to be left alone to get rest until their rotation on the schedule. I need everyone to be vigilant with their resting, if I find you fucked up during your rotation, there will be consequences,” he warns with a low growl. “Drugs, drinking, and fucking are to be on your time, but you best remember to get fuckin’ rest, am I clear?”
A room full of ‘yes sir’s’ sound all around me.
“When will Arizona’s transfers be coming in and where will they stay?” Rap asks our president.
“The Red Ladies are to stay in the housing building in the spare rooms. ZZ and Sniper will be rooming with their women. As for the new members, they’ll stay in mine, ZZ, and Sniper’s old rooms in the clubhouse. Krew, Fox, and Seneca should arrive within’ the next two weeks. They’re wrapping up their lives in Arizona,” he answers as he lights up another cigarette. Braxxon never smokes this many cigarettes back to back. I believe our president might be keeping shit to himself, he’s too stressed, and I don’t fuckin’ like it.
“Did Tatiana give you hell while bringing her back?” ZZ turns to ask Dizzy, drawing my attention away from Brax.
She uses no words, only a shake of her head to answer him.
“The cartel?” Sniper chimes. “What are our plans?”
“We’ll continue to kill their scouts, drug runners, and dealers. We won’t focus on our drug and gun game until the new members arrive. I want shit to be as seamless as possible, everyone will learn together,” Braxxon answers. “Do any of you have any questions? Ask now, because once I leave this room, I’m gonna go fuck my wife, and spend time with my daughter before shit gets fuckin’ real,” he says while inhaling more of his cigarette.
I rap my knuckles on the table. “I’m good,” I say, stand, and gaze around the room. “I’ve gotta get some sleep, are we finished here?”
“I second the sleeping bit,” Salt speaks up with a quiet tone. “I’m fuckin’ drained.”
“Meeting over,” Braxxon orders and bangs the gavel down. “Get some sleep you two, you look like shit.”
“Feel it too,” I confess. “Catch you all later.”
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