Page 33 of Truth

“Handle your business,” Truth whispered, pulling me in for a hug. “They’re here. We have eyes on some shit that don’t add up,” he added, and I quickly looked around.

“Who?

“Hells Devils.” He grinned and I knew we were about to fuck some shit up. “Not Jenson but definitely a few of his.”

“Why ride when y’all need me here?” I spat, wanting in on the action.

“Focus and take that ride, Breeze. The rest is on us, but don’t trust this bitch. She’s here with them. When you get the call, bring her with you,” he instructed me as she approached us.

“Fuck it,” I grumbled when Truth dapped me up. I could tell he was doing everything he could to remain calm at the sight of her.

“Truth! It’s good to see you. How are you?”

“Good before your ass showed up,” he muttered and she gasped. I hollered when this nigga looked at her like she had shit on her face before he walked off.

“Damn, he’s still rude as hell.”

“Lene, you here for me or Truth?” I asked, extending the helmet in my hand.

“You, baby.” She grinned as the other brothers approached me, slapping hands or giving me dap, even Biscuit.

“Aye, next time it might be you,” I teased them.

“So, at least mine ain’t going home with a former fucking rumbler.” Teenie lifted one eyebrow, daring Charlene to speak whose eyes bucked.

Truth walked by again and scoffed, giving her the evil eye when one of her friends screamed her name, getting her attention.

“See y'all when I get back!” she screamed at her homegirls.

“She may take a minute, though. Probably will see y’all tomorrow.” I looked over my shoulder, and her cheeks hiked from excitement.

“I would love that.”

What I would have loved to do was go home and fuck my wife, but duty called. That was confirmed when that same motherfucker from earlier looked at me and smiled with a nod of his head. Charlene quickly looked away, wrapping her arms around my torso. It was then I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. She and that nigga were here together.

Damn, Charlene’s ass was a motherfucking snake. Game on, motherfuckers. Game on.

“When?”

“I don’t know, but I woke up from my nap, and she was gone.”

I shot past Auntie Myanne and to the bedroom Merci slept in. I knew it already, but the sight of her cell phone, the one I’d given her, was on the bed.

“Fuck.” I grunted but noticed there was a note.

Hey, Asshole. I’ll be back and no, I’m not with Germaine. He’s too loyal anyway. Go finish screwing whoever you’ve been screwing.

Merci

I had eyes once we found out who was behind that attack. Like I suspected, the dude Charlene dated saw right through her. She made her rounds through a few motorcycle clubs over the years, and when shit didn’t pan out, lo and behold, she felt she’d hit the jackpot when she landed in the bed of a biker from Hells Devils.

We had her in a warehouse ducked off, interrogating her for information—her and the nigga we spotted at the race. We’dbeen at it for three days. Breeze had knocked her out, but unlike me, he was tired and decided to go home. I came home when I received the call Merci’s ass had left. We had a few prospects there on duty guarding the warehouse, but I didn’t need sleep. I needed answers.

I pulled out my cell and hit up Brick. It was finally time for me to holler at him after I’d been putting it off, but first, I needed to find Merci’s hardheaded ass. If wanting a woman made you do stupid shit like blow the head of the enemy off, I was close to it.

“The fire station.”

“What about a fire station?”

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