He walked away from her. Brage needed to find his sister a man. He was getting tired of her thinking he was here to entertain her.
Off the main room, past the stairs, he entered the meeting room. Shutting the door barely muffled the hammering going on upstairs.
He walked around the table and took the head chair. Sinking his ass down, he ran his hand along the wooden edge. A gift from the Mother Chapter made out of Norway Pine, the table represented the Nordic heritage that ran thick in the club.
A club that started as one, split into two, and now spread to three.
At the meeting to expand, he was voted in as president for the Portland Chapter while his father continued to lead the MC in Seattle. Because of his respect for his father and the direction he took the club to benefit the Mother Chapter, he planned for Slag to do their part in supplying his Norway brothers with guns and money that would allow them to protect themselves from other MCs encroaching along the coastline.
His decision meant every man who had come to Portland with him would have the Feds riding their ass. There were risks and dangers.
Soon, he and his men would become a threat to every motorcycle club in the Pacific Northwest. He would draw every eye their way, giving the Slag members in Seattle the freedom to get the supplies on the cargo ships.