Page 34 of Truth

He covered his cell, yelling for some girl to keep sucking him off.

“Shit. Yeah?” He cleared his throat when I called his fucking name. “Truth, man. Tell me what you need.”

“The firefighter nigga, the one that we saw Merci with. When that rumbler comes off that dick, ride by there. Go in and snatch his bitch ass out and demand he tell you where she’s at. His country ass can’t keep her safe. His name is Kane. Damn girl left while Aunt Myanne was asleep.”

He chortled then hissed, causing me to frown when I pulled the cell phone away from my face. This was the reason he could never be president. He left the fucking warehouse before me and Breeze had. He’d fucked up her man and a few others we grabbed but he said pussy called. The fuck?

We couldn’t kill them until we had who we needed. That was Jenson. He’d come out sooner or later. He had to. Jake and Logan had put the word out the Hells Devils had put a hit out on one of ours. The other motorcycle clubs weren’t fucking with that from the Brute Pythons to the Skull Bangers.

“Motherfucker…”

“Look, fuck that. I’ll send Harlem.”

“Naw, Truth. I got you. Fire station. Name’s Kane. Pull up and beat his ass.”

I laughed. He wanted to have a reason to beat a nigga’s ass anyway. If Merci was with him, it would fall on her ass.

“That’s it?” He then mumbled, “Swallow it. All that shit. Yeah… just like that.” This nigga was getting his dick sucked while having an entire conversation. I loved his ass but pussy was going to be his fucking downfall. I didn’t even ask which rumbler it was. That shit didn’t matter since I stopped fucking the help and those that were deemed thirsty fans a long time ago.

“I’m off the grid until tomorrow. Headed to see Beast.”

“Wait!” I heard something fall and then a female shrieking. “I’m sorry, baby. Just a little blood. Not enough to kill ya. Hold still and let me go one more round.”

I hung up on his immature, nasty ass.

I rode for two hours since the prison was west out in Brooksville. It was a small town filled with nothing but prisons and plants. Families earned their money off the land too. Food came from what they grew, which wasn’t a bad idea.

Out in those fields, there was plenty of opportunity to make money, and Beast knew it. The first few years, we did drop offs for him, but once I realized that his shit could land me in prison or dead, I cut him off, not financially, though. I still made sure he was good, but I was done with doing dirty shit. Brick, Alix, and Genny needed me. I was all they had.

I pulled up and parked. I drove my truck instead. I wasn’t scared of any motherfuckers on two feet, but I was a one man team out here. Beast probably had reach, but there were plenty of alliances behind those barbed fences that would kill a Saint unless advised not to.

“Driver’s license and inmate you’re here to see?”

I hated that shit. My father had been reduced to the title of an inmate with a six digit number. The correctional officer knewwho I was, and she knew Beast. She chewed her fucking gum like a cow while she batted those wings called eyelashes on her eyes. I wish Mercilyn would fucking do that.

I grunted, realizing how I compared every woman to her. She wasn’t even soft but she was vulnerable under the tough skin she’d developed over the years. It was that vulnerable side that made me feel the need to protect her and make her mine too. I just wished I knew how to do that shit without fucking it up.

“Emric Saint?”

It sounded more like a question. I knew the bitch knew how to read with her country bumpkin ass. She slid my driver’s license back to me, looked down, then waved her hand.

“Follow me.”

That uniform was toddler size. I knew that pussy between her thighs was fighting to breathe.

After I was searched, which I fucking hated, I waited and waited. I watched people eagerly greet their loved ones. They expanded their visitation area or moved it because today we were in an open visiting room. The glass was what I last remembered, a barrier that caged them in but caged us too. Wasn’t shit safe or comfortable about prison, not even for the family that had been left behind.

“Aye, uh… Is Emric Saint coming?” I asked the correctional officer.

His fat ass raided the snack machine before the visitors did. I shifted in my seat as the room filled even more with people. I wasn’t too keen on being in a room filled with motherfuckers and not being strapped.

“Son, I’m here.”

I heard his voice behind me. I wasn’t sure how I felt but my heart raced the same way it did whenever we were in trouble as children. I was the oldest, so everything fell on me. It always did.

“You plan to turn around and give your father a hug?”

I lowered my head, squeezed my misty orbs, and stood.

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