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“I think if I don’t go and figure out what the fuck is going on in my head, I’m going to do something stupid to hurt this club or Gigi. I don’t want to hurt either of those two things.” I finished the whiskey shot and watched Beast do the same. He rolled the gavel around in his hand.

“We were going to vote next week, brother.” Beast walked around the room. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. Something was working in his head, but before he had a chance to speak, Towles opened the door.

“We’re all here,” Towles said, and all the officers filed inside.

I moved from the leather chair so Big Kentucky could have his seat. I stood against the wall. “Should I leave?”

“No.” Beast took his seat at the head of the table. He took out his phone and sent a text message. “I need to move up a patch vote. Any objections? Good.” He pointed the gavel at me. “I wanna put it on the table now for this big asshole to get his patch.”

“Doesn’t he have to suck our dicks first?” Watcher said and stood. Everyone laughed but stopped laughing when he unzipped his pants. He started to pull his dick out.

“Put that fucking thing away,” Beast said. “This is some serious shit here.” He narrowed his eyes as if he were about to give an ass chewing. Then he stood and looked around the table. “Everybody stand.”

I watched the officers stand and thought shit was about to hit the fan. It didn’t, unfortunately.

“Take your dicks out,” Beast said. “Let him see he’s not the only one with ten inches.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Please don’t”

As dicks plopped out on the table, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the shelf and swallowed. “Some sorry assholes,” I said.

“All in favor of patching in Diesel, slap your dicks on the table,” Beast said and was the first to do so. Everyone followed his lead and voted me into the club. “Anything you’d like to say.”

I walked around the table, making eye contact with each officer, and stopped at Kickstand’s empty chair. “There’s not one dick in this room bigger than mine.”

Beast laughed, and everyone followed his lead again. When everyone put their dicks away, he said, “You deserve this, Diesel. Club is lucky to have someone as loyal as you. Everybody have a seat.”

Cinder slid a chair sitting next to the wall over to the table. “Have a seat, asshole.”

“Diesel is headed to Boston for a week or so to get some shit straightened out.” Beast looked at me. “I’ll be going with him. I need a volunteer to head up with us.”

“I got it,” Brainiac said first. “My sister lives in Boston. Haven’t seen her in a few years.”

“Thanks, brother,” I said. “Thanks, Beast.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Neither of you.” Beast got up and looked out the window. “It’s here.” He headed to the door. “If there’s no other business to discuss in private, there’s something I wanna show you outside.”

“Oh shit,” Cinder said. “This can’t be good.”

“Shut the fuck up, or you’ll be driving the damn thing,” Beast said.

“Fuck, that sounds even worse.” Cinder followed Beast out of church, and the rest of us fell in line.

Outside, the word fuck slipped from every mouth, all eyes on the large-ass vehicle sitting in the middle of the club parking lot.

“What the hell are we supposed to do with that?” Big Kentucky asked.

I broke rank and walked the twenty or so steps to the RV. The thing shined brighter than some of the mods we sent for sale. I opened the door and climbed inside. It was fucking pristine. There were two bedrooms in the back, a bed above the cockpit, two couches, a fully furnished kitchen, and a shitter that included a sink and shower. The floors in the two bedrooms consisted of tile and carpet.

“Tell me there’s not two old people in there half dead,” Watcher said when I left the RV.

“Yeah. The old man is on the shitter, and his wife is in the back switching out her Depends.” I nodded at Beast. “We driving this to Boston?”

“Towles is,” Beast said, and the entire club laughed.

“What the fuck.” Brainiac obviously regretted volunteering.

“You want monkey ass after a twenty-two-hour ride?” Beast Said.

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