Page 76 of Golden Atonement

Sandman nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring.

“It’s settled, Bullseye. Get used to it,” I added, halting anything more he was about to say. I turned back to Player, motioning for him to continue.

“Stitch will arrive next week. The infirmary is ready for him. Also, Massacre and I got word from our cousin Axel. He will be here next month. Aunt Maria has agreed to the move.”

“Sounds good. Any word from Viper or Bayou?”

“Reached out to the Bourbon Kings. Gator sent Juju after them.”

“Anything else?”

“Just one more thing.”

“Which is?”

Player gulped, slowly looking around the room before continuing, “Your punishment.”

Every brother slowly rose to their feet, grinning.

“Excuse me?” I said in shock when I looked at all my brothers, who were all now standing, looking at me. This was the first church meeting in the new clubhouse. The clubhouse turned out better than I thought. Bigger, stronger, and secure. It rivaled the Tennessee club. With perimeter fences and security everywhere, the club and the grounds were a fortress.

More importantly, it was safe.

The town of Purgatory happily welcomed the club and the brothers back into the community. Of course, it helped when Matrix dropped a huge donation for the public school system. With half of the club kids in school, he felt it would go a long way to ease tensions.

He was right.

The new sheriff even drove out along with his two deputies, wanting to introduce himself. He had heard what our club did to help bring down theSocietyand offered to help us in any way possible. While he knew some of the things we’d done weren’tcompletely legal, he offered to look the other way as long as it got the guilty off the streets.

Purgatory was a clean town and he wanted to keep it that way.

I did too.

Sitting up, I looked at my brothers, narrowing my eyes.

“What punishment?” I growled.

Bullseye smiled happily, stating, “Per club rules, the President of the Golden Skulls is not above any brother. He leads by example. If his actions or decisions harm the club, a brother, or woman affiliated with the club, the President will receive punishment in two forms. One, he will subject himself to the Golden Lineup, allowing every patched member in the club one hit. Two, the President will pay restitution to those he harmed.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shouted, jumping to my feet. “You all want to take a whack at me!”

Everyone smiled happily, nodding.

“And more.” Bullseye grinned. “Because that’s just the first part of your punishment. There is also the restitution that needs to be paid.”

“What restitution?” I sneered.

“Well, first off, there is the shit you put Massacre through.”

“That motherfucker volunteered!”

“Then there is forcing me to do your job.”

“There was no one else, asshole. You really wanted to force Sandman into the Prez position?”

The big man growled from the shadows.

“What about Remi?” Bullseye challenged.

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