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“Walker!” He yelled my name the minute his eyes found mine. Motherfucker. The asshole made me question my place in the club on a nearly daily basis and I could tell by his attitude that this time would not be any different.

“Whatever it is, we got your back, brother.” Trouble stood and pulled me into a one-armed backslap before he stepped back again. It kind of threw me off because I had grown used to everyone keeping their distance over the past couple years. “That shit ain’t right.” My club brother mumbled as he glared back over his shoulder at our president.

I took my time and put my cue stick back. I had been playing a round of pool while waiting on Spike to get in, so we could get to work on a custom job that came in. I had a new technique I’d been reading up on that I wanted to try for this one, but we were supposed to head to the junkyard to pick up a test car to try it out on first. If it went well, it would mean the car we were working on would have the slickest paint job in all of northern Georgia.

“Let Spike know where I am when he gets here. We have a job to do today, and he was supposed to meet me here with the tow truck.”

“Will do,” Trouble agreed before I walked off toward Sweet.

“Took your fuckin’ time about it,” Sweet remarked as I made my way down the hall behind him.

“I’m not your fuckin’ prospect anymore, in case you forgot.”

“You aremyfucking club member and I’m stillyour President, so watch your fuckin’ mouth.”

“What do you need?”

“Need you to take the run today.”

“How am I up again?”

“Because I chose you and you have shit to prove.”

“No, I really don’t. I already proved my shit and got my patch back. I’m a brother just like all the others out there that wear this patch. We’re all bringing in the same money and I’m the only one doing these runs.”

“You looking for a raise? Looking to get more than your club brothers?”

“Nah, I’m looking to not do three times the work for the same take as the ones who never have to leave anyone behind.”

“You don’t have anyone. That’s why I keep choosing you.”

“Well, I do have someone. I have multiple someone’s. I also have a fucking job. Pick someone else. I have work to get done at my job – the one that pays my bills.”

“The club is your job.”

I laughed. “Your woman’s club might have functioning businesses that keep everyone afloat, but this club ain’t cutting it. If I counted on club money to pay my bills, I’d be starving to death.”

I still lived at the clubhouse for now, but contrary to popular belief it wasn’t free. I was charged my dues like everyone else to be a member, but then I also had room fees to pay to keep a place here, since space was limited.

“You refusing to pull your weight?”

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Quickshot asked after barging into the office. Sweet’s nostrils flared as he clenched his fits.

“Walker refused to go on the run today.”

“As he fucking should. What the fuck, Sweet? We talked about this shit. He’s been on the last two runs – by himself, no less, when everyone else has been going in teams of two. This shit stops now, or I’m going to have to get Ghost involved.”

Sweet smirked. “My father-in-law?”

Quickshot shook his head. “No, our club’s National Prez. Matter of fact, I think that call is long overdue at this point.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“I don’t know what you and Angel Girl have going down, but it has burned its way into the core of our club, and I’m not having it anymore. I gave both of you time to work this shit out. Your shit is running amuck in our club and you’re abusing club brothers who your woman has a vendetta against. This is a new all-time low for the club and it ends now.”

“My woman? I thought she was one of your best friends. Some friend you are, asshole.”

“Yeah, some friend. I don’t want to see our entire club, and hers, implode because the two of you are fucked in the head over something you refuse to talk about. Go get your shit right. You’re officially relieved of duty here until you do.”

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