Page 2 of Asher

“It’s at Stella’s house,” I told her as I packed my bag.

Stella wanted a slumber party at her house instead of doing it at the clubhouse.

A clubhouse I had been way too many times to count.

I loved it there.

It was awesome.

None of the kids at school could say they had seen the inside of it.

But Stella and I could.

Stella because her daddy was the president of Zagan MC.

I learned during a crash course when we were nine years old what all the patches on their kuttes were called and what they meant.

And that black patch with the 1% logo on it in white thread meant they didn’t obey the law. They had their own.

And I also learned that Zagan MC’s only laws were these.

Never betray a brother.

Never hurt family.

Never hurt women or kids.

And no drugs. Except for pot because it didn’t make a lick of sense why it was illegal.

And that was it.

Those were the rules in Zagan MC.

Mr. Hendrix, Stella’s dad, had started the MC when he was eighteen years old.

I still didn’t know why he had created the club, but maybe one day I would find out about it.

I also learned that things on the showSons of Anarchydidn’t portray an actual club all that well. But some of the actors were nice to look at.

But I was able to compare the officers of the club.

See, you had Mr. Hendrix; Asher was the president.

Whit was the vice president. I swore I often wonder why his road name isn’t something like Viking. Because he looks like a Norse god. Right down to the long braid, his hair was always in, and the blonde hair and blue eyes.

Rome was the sergeant at arms. He was almost considered a mute. He only talked when he wanted to. And when he did talk, you freaking listened to him.

Irish was the road captain, and it was funny as all get out when we sometimes battled with our tempers.

The secretary position was open, but they hadn’t found anyone to fill it. I also learned that they were waiting for a brother who had been a nomad for the longest time to come back. And they were keeping the position open for him.

Trigger was the treasurer and a crack shot. It was awesome watching him use his skills at the target practice area the MC had set up.

Ox was just a member. But he had been with Asher when he started the club. I didn’t know much about him.

Stoney didn’t have an official title or anything.

He had just been a man who had gone through life and was tired of the bureaucratic BS, his words.

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