Page 2 of Truth

I didn’t but I also wanted to prove I wasn’t a pussy. When Marco stood and gripped my shoulder with dipped brows, I nodded my head. He and Jake were the enforcers, Logan too. For him to come and round them up meant shit was serious.

Jake whistled, waving the Saints over to him.

“Follow us to Pine but follow our lead. Beast is meeting up with that bitch, Cinco. I guess this DP shit has gotten the fuck out of hand.”

“Jake? We need to go, man.” I saw the concern in Jake’s face grow intense from his crowded brows and tight lips, even heard the trembling in his voice. Something was off and he wasn’t happy about it.

“Fuck that! We’re going too!” Brick spat, hopping on his bike.

“The fuck did I say?” Jake seethed. “Go home… all of you, and see about Gen and Alix. He’ll be fine. I put that shit on my life. You understand?”

He looked at me, my chest heaving as I fought hard to follow his instructions. If someone fucked with a Saint, they fucked with all of us.

“Gen and Alix,” he repeated, looking at me. “Go home.”

I looked at Breeze. I knew that look. He was on whatever I was on as he slid on his bike. Brick had already taken off with a trail of dust spiraling in the air. He was pissed but I trusted Beast’s life with our brothers.

“Son, your father would want you safe.” I nodded but I knew whatever it was had to be serious. We didn’t fuck with the Dice Pound at all. Had no reason to unless something changed. I couldn’t call my mother. She was at home still nursing our baby brother, Alix. If anything, Beast would have to deal with her ass.

“Saints, family first!” Jake belted, one fist pumped in the air. “Fuck the rest as long as we do what?”

“Live to see another day!” we all replied. He looked at Logan with clenched jaws. “If he does something stupid, I’m fucking you and Beast up.” He pulled me in and hugged me. “No matter what, we stand behind our prez. No time for second guessing, Truth. You hear me? Go home.”

“Yeah.” I grunted, feeling rage that brewed on the inside as I watched them hop on their bikes. Breeze slapped my shoulder and lifted a brow. That meant fuck all that. No one was touching Beast and I not be there to get in on that shit. Once they hit the end of the street and hooked a left, Breeze revved up his engine. I slid on my helmet and started my shit up.

“You’re ready?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah.” We fist bumped before we took off.

As we went in the opposite direction, we hit a dirt road that was a longer route but less traffic. I could barely think as the dust and uneven gravel underneath the wheels made me hold steady the faster we went. Breeze zipped past me and not because he was showing out. He loved Beast, probably more than I did. He took him in when his aunt discarded him years ago. A scrawny fucker who was picked on by the neighborhood. The motherfucker could run, earning him the name, but he kept that same energy when it came to pushing his bitch on two wheels.

“Over there!” he hollered, pointing to the right. We hit the corner and there they were. On one side the Dice Pound, the other my family, my brothers and my father, Emric “Beast” Saint.” I saw the look on Jake’s face, but I didn’t give a fuck. If he thought I wasn’t coming, he shouldn’t have fucking thought. When an engine roared to my left, there was Brick. My man.

He hopped off his bike, and together, all three of us made our way to where they stood. From afar, I could see Cinco’s bitch ass. He was chuckling, his hands on each hip, but when he spit at our father’s feet, I knew shit wouldn’t be sweet.

I heard Logan cry out Beast’s name who lifted his heat. Within a split second, I watched as he pumped three bullets into Cinco’s chest. Before we could make it to him, five, maybe six of the Saints ran toward us. I didn’t give a fuck. My father just shot a nigga in broad daylight. It was like pandemonium as the DPs and Saint Riderz charged at each other.

“Let me the fuck gooooo!” I couldn’t see or think. All I wanted to do was get to Beast. I heard the sirens that grew closer and closer. Brick picked up a DP and slammed him on the ground. Breeze knocked one in the mouth before he grabbed another and put him in a chokehold. We were fighting for our fucking lives as I watched Beast when the cops came running with their weapons pulled.

He dropped to his knees, placed his heat on the ground, spit on Cinco and waited to be cuffed. When they kicked him in the back, I collapsed to my knees. Beast pled guilty to first degree murder.

Life as I knew it was fucked up and would never be the same as I became the president of the Saint Riderz MC but also a motherless child when my mother was gunned down a few months later. I had a broken heart since I knew it had to do with something Beast had done.

I’d always love him but I didn’t like him. I had to step up and feed mouths. The OGs agreed but it didn’t make it hurt any less. My mother and father were gone, and I was being looked at to keep shit going. I would but it didn’t mean I had to like it because I didn’t it.

I wanted to kill the motherfuckers that touched my mother, but I had orders to stand down. I’ll never understand why but I did. I cut Beast off though. He was my father but he no longer was my idol.

“Are you sure about this, Chelly?”

We were starving, and for the third night in a row, we were left at home alone. Our mother was working an overnight shift at the nursing home, and our father, who we barely saw, drove a taxi all over the city for twelve to fourteen hours a day on occasion. We had just moved to this neighborhood, which was our third move in the last year.

“Germ’s starving, ain’t he? Come on, Merci. You’re hungry too.”

I smirked since Micheline blamed everything she did on me and Germaine. It was her being her, the big sister, the parent while our parents were working tirelessly to make ends meet.

“He’ll be fine with peanut butter and jelly. Remember, we were told not to turn on the stove,” I warned her. It took a while to come on, and when it did, it had a weird smell to it.

“What’s the big deal anyway? By the time they get here, we’ll be fast asleep... if they even come. It’s cold too.”

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