Page 75 of Golden Atonement

Bullseye growled, mumbling to himself while the brothers hid their smiles.

Everyone knew Bullseye didn’t want the responsibility.

Cranky bastard was still butt hurt because he had to play Prez for a year.

He would never let me forget that.

“Massacre, you’re the new Sergeant at Arms.”

“That’s right, you fuckers.” The big man grinned from ear to ear, rubbing his hands in glee. Brothers moaned loudly while a few flipped him the one finger bird.

“Matrix is still the treasurer,” Player stated as Matrix nodded.

“I’m still the Secretary, and Phantom is Intel. That just leaves the enforcer position.”

“Mine,” Sandman growled from the corner of the room.

Everyone ignored him as Player added, “Still need a volunteer to work with Sandman.”

“Agreed,” I said, nodding. “Sorry, brother, but we’re not leaving you alone with anyone.”

While I knew Sandman was more than capable of doing the job, he still went off the rails when faced with his darkness. Thelovable brother would always have a hankering for blood, but it was our job to rein him in.

“I can work with him,” Ravage spoke up, looking at Sandman and asking, “You okay with that, Solomon?”

Sandman nodded while Bullseye’s head snapped up. “You sure about that, Ravage?”

“Got no problem, as long as no one questions my methods.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“You saying I can’t do it, VP?” Ravage challenged.

“No.” Bullseye shook his head. “Not saying that.”

“Then what is your problem?”

Bullseye narrowed his eyes and growled, “You know what the problem is, Ravage.”

Ravage sighed. “I can control it.”

I understood that Bullseye was worried about his cousin.

Most of us knew of Ravage’s past and while it wasn’t as colorful as Sandman’s, it was damn close. The man was deadly and proficient with his machete, which he kept close at all times.

He was also one of the best trackers in the world.

There was no one who would escape Ravage when he was on their trail.

“Job’s yours,” I said, putting an end to this argument as Bullseye looked questioningly at me. Sighing, I added, “If you have a better idea, Bullseye, speak up because it’s one job no one really wants, except Sandman. And we all know Sandman needs a babysitter.”

The big man growled, stepping out of the shadows.

Rolling my eyes, I held up my hand. “Bad choice of words, brother. Sorry.”

“You really want to put two highly trained killers in the same room together?”

“For the record.” Ravage grinned. “Sandman has killed more than me.”

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