Rumor

by Maynard, Glenna

  "Well alright brother, fire up that smoke." Taking out my lighter from my cut, I set fire to the joint that is hanging from my bottom lip.

  "You coming to Chicago with me or are you still too much of a pussy to be face to face with LL?" I take a long toke off my smoke. My lips curl into a devious smile as I watch Romeo struggle for words at the mention of LL.

  "Don't be a prick Grim. Quit being a bogart, and let me hit that joint." Romeo has not changed a bit, still a pussy and always changing the subject when LL's name comes up. "Man, you fucking wet lipped it, I hate when you do that shit." Romeo kicks at the tires on the truck and hands back a roach.

  Looking down at what's left of my joint or rather what's gone, "And you call me a bogart. Asshole. Roll up another." I take out my hollowed Black and Mild and toss my weed down on the hood of the truck.

  **

  Chicago

  The ride here was a nightmare; the delivery truck got a flat tire and Romeo about damn near killed himself. The rain was a torrential downpour. The only thing that went our way was not getting a fucking ticket and Romeo escaping near death. Motherfucker needed to change his tires before we left, thought he'd be alright. We weren't anticipating the weather having her own plans for us. Romeo says it was the baldness of his tires, but I think it is the fact he is about to see LL for the first time in fifteen years. We probably shouldn't have drank a quart of shine last night and smoked that bag of weed either. I hate traveling after an all nighter.

  After securing the delivery at the warehouse me, Romeo and Blaze, head over to the Disciples for a visit. LL is putting us up in her whorehouse for the night. Shit is about to get real interesting. Can't wait to see how shit will go down when Romeo is face to face with LL, after all these years. Brother is acting all jumpy and shit, his nerves are all out of whack.

  Romeo takes one look at LL and the man has gone pale. Damn shit is funny. Romeo is always on top of his game, and always has a bitch ready to pay worship to his dick; motherfucker sees more pussy than a gynecologist does. He runs his hand over his disheveled black hair, his hand resting on the back of his neck, trying to look like he doesn't care, like seeing her bears no effect on him. Sweat is beading across his brow.

  LL knows better, swinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her tits are falling out of her corset. Bitch looks good. "Blaze, Grim," she hugs and kisses us both on the cheek. "Romeo," she says his name in a flat tone. She snaps her fingers and a gaggle of whores surrounds us. "Girls, escort Blaze and Grim upstairs. Get them a bath and whatever else they desire. I've got Romeo," She winks and I give Romeo a pat on the back. Dude looks terrified haven't ever seen him scared of pussy before.

  Upstairs I am being treated like a king. Don't even have to undress myself. There is a brunette drawling me a bath and this chick with hot pink stripes in her hair is removing my boots. "Gonna' take real good care of you daddy," she stares up at me with sex kitten eyes.

  Grabbing a fist full of her hair, "Hell yeah you are, but don't ever fucking call me daddy again. My name is Grim; learn it fast because you're going to be screaming it soon." She licks her plump pink lips ready to do whatever in the hell I want her to, but first I need to wash off this road wear.

  Sinking down in the claw foot tub I lay back and enjoy being taken care of, even though I am about too damned big to fit in the goddamn thing. The brunette scrubs my body while pinky washes my hair. Bitches sure know what they are doing. After they wash me thoroughly I stand up out of the tub, the two of them towels me off.

  In my room, the pair of them join me on the king size bed. Place looks like you would expect it to, red satin sheets, red leather padded headboard, luxurious carpet, and deep cherry wood furniture.

  One of them whores is on either side of me; my cock is hard and ready to be pleased. My head is resting against the padded headboard, hands clasped behind my head; their tongues entwine around my dick. Fuck me, a man could get used to this treatment. These bitches are licking my cock, their tongues brushing against one another sends a shiver down my spine. Their wet tongues collide against my flesh, licking and sucking every hard inch of my dick.

  Taking a condom from the nightstand, it is time to really get this party started. I have this bitch with the pink stripes in her hair bent over, ass up, face down in the other whore's pussy. I enter her from behind in a quick hard thrust. She whimpers with her mouth meshed to the other girl's clit as I pound into her wet slick heat. The brunette is fingering her pussy and licking her own nipple, so fucking hot. "Fuck yeah baby, take this dick and eat that pussy. Tell me how much you like it." These bitches sure are erotic.

  She doesn't answer right away; I smack her ass with the palm of my hand and jerk her head back by the nape of her hair. Growling in her ear, "I said tell me how much you like the taste of her pussy."

  "So fuckin' good," she pants in a ragged breath. The other bitch is wiggling bucking her hips in need of her orgasm.

  I shove her head back down, "Pleasure her treasure sweetheart." My eyes roll back in my head as my hot seed spurts out filling the condom.

  Pulling out of her, I go into the bathroom to clean up. "Get your asses a bath and go fix me a sandwich, I'm fucking starved." Don't have to tell them twice. I slip my jeans back on, put my cut on and head downstairs to find Blaze and Romeo. I hope LL hasn't busted his balls too bad.

  Romeo is sitting at the bar nursing a beer and Blaze is throwing darts with his whores for the night. Taking a seat on the stool beside of Romeo, I nudge his shoulder, "Who poured salt in your wounds?" LL must not have been to rough on him, looks like she cleaned up his road badges.

  "You don't even want to know brother," he takes a sip of his beer. He looks miserable, never seen him this down before, maybe making him come on this trip wasn't the best idea.

  The brunette saunters over, places a sandwich down on the bar in front of me, "thank you baby."

  "If you need anything else don't hesitate to ring my bell." She walks away swinging her hips, that fine ass about near hypnotizes me. My mind flashes to things we were doing earlier and another round might be in order, my cock didn't get to try her out.

  I take my cell phone out of my pocket and shoot Foxie a quick text message to check on Baby. Don't like using these damn things, but I like being able to check on my brat whenever I need to.

  Grim: How's the kid?

  Foxie: Same shit different day. You okay?

  Grim: I'm good just got my nuts off.

  She doesn't respond, but that was the point. Got to remind her that she has no place in my life accept taking care of my kid. Romeo shifts in his stool and does a sweep of the room. He leans in close, "We need to talk but I don't trust this bar not being wired brother. Meet me by the bikes in a few, got some shit to discuss."

  "You got it." Romeo gets up and makes like he is going to the bathroom, but turns right instead making his way out to the lot. LL comes over filling the spot where Romeo just sat.

  "Damn darling, you got them girls trained good." She laughs and her hair falls over her shoulder covering them beautiful titties. "Is shit about to get serious?" I know LL won't bullshit me; she has always given it to me straight.

  "I've never lied to you Grim, shit is knee deep, hope you have some wading boots with ya." She pats my arm and goes back to working the room.

  I finish off my sandwich and nod to Blaze to let him know everything is cool, before following Romeo out the door.

  "What's the word?"

  "Shit is fucked Grim. LL says the Disciples are running drugs for the Rejects. This shit puts us at risk; I never would have agreed to supply them with shine if I knew they were doing this shit. Fucking cocksucker, Miller has been beating on LL." Miller is the prez of the Disciples, fuck, this shit is bad news.

  "Look brother are you positive? We have to call this shit in to Slim. Can't do much about LL but we can cut off the shine deal if Miller doesn't see things our way." I take a joint from my cut and fire it up—smoking helps me think.

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p; "I can't leave her here Grim. No fucking way brother. If it were Red you'd done burned the fucking city down." He looks at me with clinched fist and dark eyes. I know I would fucking blow the whole damned world up for Red had she asked me too, I loved her that much, still motherfuckin' do.

  "Call Slim, we gotta tread real careful, this ain't our club, we are just business associates. Shit has to be done right man, don't want to see you go down the road I've been riding."

  "I feel you, but Grim you are one of my best friends and whatever road you're on I will always ride by your side." He knuckle punches my fist, "ride free or die trying."

  "Damn, what the fuck am I road kill?" Can't I get no motherfuckin' love up in here. Didn't even get a good blowjob and now you queers are out here making out." Blaze throws his arms over both of our shoulders while Romeo fills him in on our dire straights.

  Chapter 4

  Chicago

  "What's the damage VP?" Patiently I wait for Romeo to tell me what plan of action we are taking with the Disciples. Slim didn't sound too surprised that the Disciples are dealing for Hook and his men. Shit just does not feel right with him. By the looks of the hard expression on Romeo's face, whatever Slim said did not make him happy.

  "Motherfuckin' Slim said to stand down. Said it is not our problem until it gets in the way of the shine deal. He says if LL leaves willingly with me that he will welcome her into our clubhouse. He knows shit isn't that fuckin' easy. LL isn't claimed with Miller's brand they never married. I guess if she wants to leave she can, but Miller might not let her go willingly. I don't even know if she would come with me."

  "Well bro, you gotta ask her what she wants, but you gotta be prepared to accept her answer no matter what it is. If it were me, I'd slit Miller's throat, appoint a new Prez for the Disciples, and ride off with my bitch on the back of my bike. Slim ain't right brother, I haven't been feeling him for a while now."

  "Look, you can't go getting mixed up in his and Foxie's shit." Romeo gives me a pointed look. This shit has nothing to do with him and Foxie. It is about me feeling that Slim has his hands in with Hook and the Rejects. When Red died my gut told me Slim was involved somehow. Nevertheless, he is one of my oldest friends, I cannot believe that he would sell drugs, but shit does not add up.

  "Nah man, Slim and Foxie got nothing to do with it. Told you I am not attached. My gut tells me that Slim is dirty, Romeo. I don't have proof, but when that shit went down with Red, a Rebel was selling drugs for Hook. It was Squirrel. What if he was doing it for Slim?" Rocking back on my heels, flexing my hands and interlocking my hands on the back of my head, I wait for him to say something—to deny that the thought hasn't crossed his mind.

  "Slim wouldn't go dirty. And for Hook of all people. Something else is going on. I just don't know what the fuck it is."

  "You don't find it totally fucked that Slim doesn't want us to put a stop to the Disciples running crank for Hook? I find it a whole hell of a lot interesting. I think ole Prez got a taste of that money and he liked it."

  "What do we do? If we go against Slim we go against the club." I know he is right, but what choice do we have if we want the truth. Romeo is in a hard place. I know he loves LL, always has, even if he is too stubborn to really admit it.

  "I say we have us a talk with Miller, get us some answers. Nothing wrong with a little friendly conversation."

  "I like the way you think, but I have a better idea. Yo, Blaze pull your pants up, got shit to do." Romeo calls up the stairs after Blaze, not sure that I trust Blaze to know where I stand with Slim, but right now I don't have much of a choice.

  Blaze comes stumbling down the stairs, pulling up his pants, "Fuck man, I was about to get some strange from that pink headed bitch." He looks so irritated, blue-balled motherfucker.

  "Need a favor, but it doesn't go any further than you, me and Grim."

  "Alright, I got you. What's up?" Blaze takes a pack of smokes from his cut and lights one up, letting me know he is nervous. Motherfucker always smokes when he feels froggy.

  Romeo fills him in on our suspicions, "we want you to get Miller alone, tell him you are looking to increase your pocket. Find out where he gets his supply; if he cuts you in just go with it. Tell him one of the whores mentioned it."

  "Alright, you can count on me. But you owe me a good lay."

  "Brother, you ain't that pretty. And I ain't that hard up." Romeo kicks him right in the ass with his size twelve leather boot."

  "Fuck you Romeo."

  "Dream on Blaze, you ain't no Juliet." With that comment, Blaze throws his hands up in the air as his baldhead recedes out of sight.

  "If you are done flirting can we go get this shit squared away?"

  **

  When Romeo and I get to the Disciples clubhouse, I don't see Blaze anywhere. I hope that he is off taking care of business and not getting is nuts off. Romeo and I take a seat at the bar and have a beer while we wait. LL is tending the bar and being sure to keep her distance but every few minutes I notice her stealing a glance at Romeo. Those two need to work their shit out. After all this time they still have that fire burning for one another, that shit don't come around everyday—I know because I have been looking for it for ten years now. I think you only get that kind of love once in life, Red gave me that love and I her.

  "I've got to hit the shitter before we hit the road, brother." In reality I am going looking for Blaze and Miller, the suspense of not knowing what in the fuck is going on is eating at me. Miller's office is by the bathroom, so no one will suspect anything of me heading in that direction.

  Fuck, there is a guard standing outside of the office door. No matter, I got this shit. Taking one-step into the bathroom, "Fuck, what the fuck is this shit." I step back into the hall capturing the attention of the guard with my outburst. "Man, I don't know what the fuck is going on around here but there is a fucking rat the size of a cat in there."

  He takes the bait and steps inside the bathroom to look. Acting fast and on impulse, I step up close behind him and ram his head down in the toilet until he passes out. Didn't kill him just giving him a nap and a better-looking nose after he has it reset... Closing the door to the bathroom, I walk down the hall to Miller's office. I listen at the door to see what is going down.

  "Benji runs shit in Texas. Slim didn't tell you any of this. I thought all the Rebels were in on this deal." I peek through the door, Miller is relaxed and not at all suspicious, motherfucker ain't even being cautious. If I were in his seat I'd have a gun on hand, you never can be too careful, even amongst friends.

  "He did, it's just your shit seems to be better quality, more potent. I had a taste last night over at LL's with one of the girls. I'm looking to make something on the side. A little change if you know what I'm saying." Blaze is selling it pretty good, my first instinct at the mention of Benji was to tear in there and raise hell but I have learned over the years not to spook the people who got what I want—Benji's whereabouts.

  "I can't cut you in without talking to Benji first." Fuck if he calls Benji and mentions Blaze the shit will be dead in the water before I even get out the door.

  Before Blaze has time to reply I bust down the door, flip Miller onto his back while he's still seated in his chair. Pressing my foot to his throat, I growl, "where's Benji?"

  With an exasperated breath he tries to speak but can't, so I let off a little of the pressure.

  "Not sure," he whispers hoarsely.

  "Don't fucking lie to me, I heard you say Texas," I apply more pressure than I did the first time, crushing my boot on his neck.

  Miller smacks his palm on the floor signaling he wants to try answering my question again. "West Texas, that's all I know man, come on Grim, you don't want to go to war with me." He is gasping for air.

  "You're right I don't." I pull the 9 millimeter with a silencer I had hidden in my boot out and end Miller.

  "Fuck man, what are going to do now?" Blaze is freaking out and pacing the office. "How do we explain this shit?
Why in the fuck did you shoot him?"

  "Because he was no friend of mine or our club. Motherfucker knew where Benji was and never offered the information. Fucker is in with the Rejects and implied that Slim is; shit is bad for all of us. This shit is bigger than just drugs, it means Slim betrayed me and I can't believe he'd do that. You are going to say that Miller tried to kill Romeo, that he asked you to help him. That he offered you a patch." I grab him by the neck and our foreheads are resting against one another's, my nostrils are flared, I don't want to hurt Blaze but I will if it gets me to Sarah.

  "Alright," Blaze surrenders.

  "Thank you brother, this shit will work out."

  "Fuck man, this shit ain't cool. Don't sit right with me, but you are my brother and I trust you."

  Romeo comes into the room dragging Miller's guard from the bathroom. "Jesus, Grim what the fuck are you doing? You was supposed to let Blaze get some privy information not kill the fucking President and incapacitate his lieutenant. What do you want me to do with this clown? I got LL giving body shots to give us some time but not much."

  "He won't wake up until after we are on the road," I wipe my prints off my gun and place it in his hand. "Fuck it, the story is dipshit killed his own President and we know nothing. Blaze you witnessed it go down."

  "Are you ready to do this?" I look to both Romeo and Blaze. They nod in unison. "Ride free or die trying." Giving it my all I haul back and co-cock Blaze with all I got square in the jaw. Have to make this shit believable. Blaze hits the floor and Romeo helps me stage the scene. I had to catch Blaze with his guard down to make the plan work. He would have instinctively blocked my punch had he known it was coming. Romeo uses my nine and kills the guard.

  I head into the bathroom and fire up a joint while Romeo goes and fetches Downey the VP of The Disciples. Fuck, I hope this works. Slim is going to have our asses for this, but he should have known I wouldn't stand by and sweep this shit under the rug. He knows how I feel about drugs after the way I was brought up and the shit that went down between my mother and me.