Page 26 of The Sins Of The Biker

“Agree that we think you should step up to Prez.”

What? He can’t be fucking serious?

Jumping up from my seat, I point my finger at him, saying, “No fuckin’ way, Wave. I ain’t taking that from you. You earned the title of president. No way. I don’t know the first thing about running a club.”

Wave stands, walks over to the closed doors, opens them up, and calls in the men. One by one they take their seats, including Wave.

“We all agreed to this, Harley. This is the right move. Your pops would have wanted it this way.”

Searching for any kind of disagreement on this decision, I come up blank because all of them have proud looks on their faces. I can’t fucking believe it.

“I’m only twenty years old, Wave. What do I know about running a club? I’m a prospect, for fuck’s sake. I need to prove myself first. Isn’t that the damn rule?”

Wave sighs and stares straight into my eyes. “Don’t you think we know that? We’re here for you, brother, and we will help you. I’ll still be your VP. I ain’t letting anything happen to you or this club,” he says, pointing a finger at the table. “I may not have been able to stop your father from getting shot, but I promise you this…” his finger now points at me, “… I will be your protector, no matter what. From now on, you don’t go anywhere without protection from one of your brothers. You got me?”

Nodding, I reply, “I got you. But Wave, you’re the best man for the job.”

“Well, that’s it then, brothers. I want you to congratulate your new president.”

Cheers come from around the room, and I sit there smiling but not fully comprehending what just happened.

I’m the president of the Sub Rosa MC.

No fucking way.

This can’t be happening.

Each of my brothers taps me on the shoulder, and I stand, thanking them.

“All right, that’s enough. Come and claim your seat, Prez.”

My head snaps to Wave.

Prez? This is going to take a lot of getting used to.

Accepting his offer, I move to the seat where my old man used to sit. I peek over my shoulder at Wave who is wearing an enormous grin, then my eyes follow along to my other brothers. When I glance at each of them, I don’t feel any regret, and nothing but proud faces stare back at me.

Fuck, is this really happening?

My hand moves to the gavel on the table in front of me. I wrap my fingers around the handle, tracing the spot where it had been used to keep order in the clubhouse.

I turn my eyes away from the gavel and give my attention back to my men, grinning and feeling a swell of pride. I’m a president at twenty. Fuck! I’ve got to be the youngest one out there. This can’t be real.

Can I do this?I’m not sure, but fuck, I’m going to give it my all.

I’ve been around this clubhouse for years and hoped one day I would be the one to run it. Not for this reason but because my old man would have handed it over to me.

My father’s portrait now hangs on the wall with other men we have lost over the years, and I say out loud, “I hope I make you proud, Dad.”

“Here, here,” the men shout around the room, and I take a minute to appreciate them.

“We need to discuss something,” I announce. “We need to get the fuckers who killed my old man, and I won’t rest until we do.”

They all slam their fists against the table, agreeing with what I have to say.

“So it’s only fair that the first order of business will be how we’ll find out who did this. It’s obviously a vendetta against my family because they targeted me the same night as my old man.”

“Maybe they wanted to get rid of the president and the son who was next in line,” Wave says, taking a seat to my right and claiming the VP’s chair.

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