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PROLOGUE

Sniper – Twenty-Four Years Old

I down the shot of Jack that Levi, our prospect, just handed me.

Today I've finally patched over as Secretary in the club. Being a brother, it's an honor, and even though my father, Bull, was our president before my blood brother Snake took over, my brother and I still had to work our asses off to become club brothers, more so than others.

All of us next generation kids have to work hard, but my brother and I, yeah, we were put through the wringer.

We spent a year prospecting, proving to the other club brothers that we're not just club brats but that we take our roles within the club more seriously. We were not handed the titles due to who our father is.

We spent more hours on door and cleaning duties, and we had to be more en pointe with our respect toward the brothers. We also had to spend hours upon fucking hours learning about each fucking brother and their family, and their fucking backstories.

It was hard, but just like Snake, I worked my fucking ass off to prove to everyone I could do the job I was offered, so when I informed the club I wasn't taking the council patch, they were shocked.

Four years ago, my brother became president. Each older generation handed in their council patches the same day so us younger generation could take over the club, which means they no longer had any major responsibility within the club other than Tats' father, who decided his son needed more time to learn the role which, to this day, I still fucking don't understand; I was the only one who refused, wanting more time to better myself.

The older generation still attends church—a room where we have our meetings within the council unless all the brothers need to be involved. The older gen only attends once a month, unless they are required for guidance, having run the club for decades.

When I was twenty, I decided to attend school full time instead of joining my generation of brothers patching over. I remained a regular brother, helping the club as much as possible, until I could take over my role. I needed my business degree before taking over the role of Secretary.

And I did. I learned a shit load to help the club.

Within my job role, I'm in charge of the prospects and brothers, keeping track of each council member so they can get paid, and ensuring I have a log of all the women on the property. I also handle the club's administration, and deal with all the paperwork.

I wanted to have my degree first, and the brothers understood and agreed when I mentioned taking a mechanical engineering degree along with my business degree so I could open a garage. The brothers fucking celebrated, and all understood that it would take me a another two years until I graduated, and now, I finally get my job within the club, along with two degrees I'm proud of.

I take another shot from Levi, who chuckles at me before I turn around and look at the full room. Everyone is here tonight to celebrate.

The president's brother patching over is a big deal, or that's what my parents said anyway.

The brothers are talking. Their old ladies are all scowling at the clubwhores, who’re wearing barely anything, gaining some of their old men's wondering eyes, which makes me snort. I can't understand why they'd settle down if they kept wandering over to the whores.

A clubwhore is a woman who lives at the club, cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry for room and board, but also likes sex more than the brothers…. Well, some do; others want a patched brother for what they can give them.

Fuck, Breaker, our Sergeant-at-Arms, had a clubwhore, Jingles, try and trap him. She gave birth to his son Noah about a month ago. A DNA test proved he was the father, like she claimed. She wanted his patch but he didn’t give it to her. He told her he'd be a dad, but she could go fuck herself if she thought she was getting his cut, and now, well, she doesn't get to touch a brother but still lives here for Noah, who she has nothing to do with.

She cleans while trying to get a brother to fuck her, but no one will. She's been labeled a traitor and untouchable, and most days, I see the looks she gives Noah when he's at the club.

Several times I've tried to convince him to kick her out, but he won't, adamant Noah will hate him in the long run. He's bringing Noah up with his family's help, especially Kennedy. Kennedy is someone we've all grown up with and is Lola’s best friend. Lola is Doc, our Treasurer’s, sister, who happens to have a thing for Breaker, but I think that's only because she believes he can give her a life of luxury and safety.

She thinks something is going on with Ken and Breaker, which is why she hasn't tried anything yet, which I am aware Doc believes that also. Doc is head over heels in love with Kennedy, not realizing we all know. We're just waiting for them both to pull their heads out of their asses, because there’s no way anything is going on with Ken and Breaker; the fucker is eyeballs deep in diapers, and Ken's eyes are always on Doc.

And then there is Tats, our Enforcer. His birth momma is a clubwhore, Snatch. She tried exactly what Jingles did, and of course, it didn't work, and when his father got with Emily, his now wife, she became Tats’ mother. Fuck, he even calls her “Mom”, but he's barely at the club unless he has to be.

Tats only patched over last month when he should have patched over three years ago.

Something isn't right with that situation, but when I last tried to bring it up, he asked me not to get involved, and I have kept to my word so far, but as soon as he says the word, I'll have his fucking back.

I look around the rustic room, watching everyone celebrate for me, but I gag when I notice my parents making out on the black corner couch near the door like teenagers. I quickly look away, a chuckle coming from my left.

I raise a brow at Smokey, our Road Captain, and comment, "If that were your parents, you'd be doing the same."

He nods, running a hand through his black hair, scuffing up the long bit on top. He winces, admitting, "Try walking into the bathroom to see your momma bent over and your father ramming into her…." My eyes widen, my mouth hanging open, and he nods. "Yep, that's what I thought."

I shudder in disgust, making him chuckle, when Snake gets our attention.

"Brothers!” he shouts, the room quieting down, and I look at him. He has a grin on his face, his dark brown eyes that are so much like mine shining with happiness.

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