Page 7 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

Fucker. I’ll note that insubordination when I patch in as Prez.

“He’s right,” Priest piped in.

Another motherfucker to add to my list of insubordinate bastards who may need to get kicked out of my club.

“All in favor of Snyder being patched in as Prez, say aye!” Ranger yelled.

“We aren’t even in Church. You can’t do that shit!” I argued.Consider my feathers officially ruffled...

Snyder shot me a wounded look. The guy was still pining over Shasta. Who even does that? Was she a hot piece of ass? Sure, but I’m not sitting over here pining over some chick that basically turned our club upside down. Did I like the chick? Sure, but I’m not in love with her.

Wasp sauntered in, glaring at Snyder, who was still nursing his beer.

Him too? What the fuck was this club turning into?

Most of our members fled when Sabbath lost his fucking mind. Now, only a handful of us remained. Most of them said they’d only come back if the club was put back in its former glory, but the only way to do that is to have a Prez with his head on his shoulders. Me.

“Look, we all know that Snyder was born a leader, but look at him. He’s a mopey, dopey dickweed that needs to pull his head out of his ass. She left us! All of us. The woman wants nothing to do with the Lewd Outlaws anymore, so we should just let her go. This club is falling apart, and we need a strong Prez that’s going to do what’s right for the Lewd Outlaws. Obviously, I’m the right choice for that patch because I’m not the one that’s pussy whipped over some chick that fucked us all.”

Snyder’s chair hit the ground with a thud as he rose to his feet. “She fucked us all because you fucking forced her to, Clash. You put it in her head that she needed to fuck us all to get back at Sabbath, all for your own sick enjoyment!”

“And I’d do it again too, motherfucker. None of us deserves that girl. Not you, not me, none of us. We fucked her up, which is why she needs to be gone. She has turned this club upside down, and I, frankly, would like to go back to a time where Shasta Hall and her stupid Hall Passes weren’t a thing.”

Wasp’s eyes narrowed. “Speak for your fucking self, Clash. You may not want her, but there are plenty of us in the club who fucking need her.”

“For what? You guys are getting your heads all fucked up over some chick? Some chick that was easier to sleep with than a goddamn sweet butt?”

Snyder’s fist met with my chin with a sickening crack.Damn, that motherfucker hits hard.

“Stop talking about Shasta like she’s some common whore. You may act like you don’t give a fuck about her, but we all know you care about her just as much as we do. If I somehow manage to bring her home, I know you’re going to turn into the same selfish asshole you are now. You’ll want a piece of her and try to claim her as your own.”

Straightening my jaw, my glare intensified. “My only focus is putting this club back together, Snyder. Can you say the same?”

He remained quiet.

My point exactly.

I turned toward my brothers, staring them all down. “Do you want to follow a man or a fucking love-sick mouse?”

Wasp’s hand shot out, gripping me by the throat. “What the fuck did you just call me?” he growled.

“Not you. Him. I know you aren’t as hung up on her as he is.” Wasp’s grip tightened.

Then he bent down, whispering in my ear so only I could hear. “Talk about Shasta like that one more time, motherfucker, and I’ll slit your goddamn throat.”

Point taken. Looks like Shasta has worked her magic on at least two of my brothers.

This was going to be interesting. If two of my brothers wanted to be with her, then what did that mean for the club? Would we go into another war-type situation? Enemies within ourselves?

“See, this is exactly my point. My main focus is this club, not a chick that ripped us all apart. Why would you guys want someone like these two dumbasses in charge?”

Skid moved forward, pulling Wasp off of me. “Because we need someone who is going to lead us into what the club should’ve been in the first place, not someone who is going to revert us back to the club Sabbath created. So, I’ll say this again, all in favor of Snyder being patched in as Prez, say Aye!”

“Aye,” Wasp growled. “But under protest,” he said softly.

Ranger, Priest, and Skid all said aye as well. Followed by Axl, who had decided to stick around and stay with the club.

“Aye,” Zeppelin said, striding through the door with Motley and Poison right behind him. “We’ll come back as long as Snyder wears the patch.”

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