Page 69 of Tank

We’re all so mesmerized that we don’t seem to notice our men filing out of church until I hear “What the fuck is going on here?” bellowed by Marx, looking like thunder in the doorway.

“Busted.”

Tank

I settle into my seat and listen to my Pres update us.

“Well, looks like Big D survived, but he’s confined to a chair and shits in a bag, so I doubt he’ll be causing us problems anytime soon.”

“Yeah, and with Roman running shit in Roxburgh now the only option Big D has is selling dime bags on street corners,” Savage smirks.

“Spinners has also been cleaned up, no underaged women, and Roman has somehow gotten them all clean. Routine drug tests the lot, unfortunately for our ex-bunnies, they failed the test and have since lost their jobs. Not too sure where they’re at and don’t much care after the shit they pulled accusing my men.” Marx looks at me and then Nitro, giving us a head nod. “As for the other businesses Roman took over, they all seem to be flourishing. And because of our ‘help’,” he scoffs, “he has offered us the funeral home to use whenever we need it.”

“I’ll let Chewy know. Her and Pops will love that. So will the rest of the Tombs, I’m sure they’re sick of cleaning up after my woman,” Rhodie says.

“Are we ever gonna address the fact that your Ol Lady is our Enforcer? She needs a title on her cut.” Flack points out. It’s not a bad point either. Since Chewy came on board she’s taken over Rhodie’s position and I think it’s for the best. I know that the enforcer role was weighing on my brother’s soul.

“That’s a good fucking point, Pres,” Rider agrees, fiddling with his friendship bracelet that Chewy gifted him after he was shot in the ass. Actually, it was more when everyone noticed the huge dent in his ass cheek and started calling him the “One-Cheeked Wonder” that she gifted it to him.

Marx nods in thought. “I agree with you. I think we organize a patch party. Our three prospects have more than proved themselves to us so I’m calling you to vote. In the case of Tav Tombs, do we vote him in as full brother?”

A roar goes around the room. “Ayes” all round, raising the Church roof. The same echoes out for Jimmy and Takoda.

“Right, votes on road names?” Marx looks around the room.

“Tav’s name already sounds like a road name. I vote he keeps it as is,” Sniper speaks up, unusual for him but everyone nods in agreement.

Switch waves a hand, drawing our attention, “I vote Jimmy be called ‘TumTum’ after taking one to the gut.”

We all laugh, even though the name is slightly comical we all appreciate the seriousness of what he went through. He himself would never want a name based on his bravery or hard assedness, so Switch’s suggestion fits the kid. We all agree then we ponder Takoda’s road name. It’s Judge who speaks up first.

“I really want to call him Barry White.”

I nod, following his thinking, “Because of that fucking smooth voice of his?” Judge chin tips me.

“I refuse to have a brother named Barry White,” Nitro says with a scoff.

“What about ‘Chef’? After that character on South Park? Same voice, and Takoda spends a lot of time in the kitchen with Mama Debs?” Wire offers, looking around the table.

We all slowly start nodding, the name growing on me the more I think about it.

“Good, that’s settled. Tank, while you’re ordering in your Property patch,” Pres winks, “order in three new cuts for Tav, TumTum and Chef. I want a patch made up for Chewy but not the enforcer patch.” Marx raises his hand when it looks like there’s going to be a protest. “The Enforcer role enforces the rules in our charter, Chewy doesn’t do that. What she does is important and demands more respect. Tank, order an Icer patch to be made.”

I grin and bang my fist on the table, as do the rest of my brothers, Rhodie looking proud as fucking punch.

“What about prospects? We’ll have none to do all our dirty work,” Nitro asks worriedly. Only because without prospects he and Fox end up with the shitty jobs because they’re always late to Church.

“Niko has asked to prospect. I’ve checked with his mom and she’s fine with it as it’s his choice.”

“Fuck, the kid will be good too,” Judge agrees. He thinks for a moment, “I’ll sponsor him.” all heads snap toward him in shock, Judge isn’t the sort to want that sort of responsibility but it makes sense. He and the kid get on.

“Good. On to other business, this is in two parts. Blanche and Lovely have approached me with an idea. As we all know those two are fucking loaded, but they’re not about to live it up like sugar mommas. They want to invest in the MC.”

“How so?” Savage asks, sitting forward.

“We find businesses we like the look of and have capacity to run. They purchase them.”

“What do they get out of that?”

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