Page 3 of Sparrow

His sponsor wore his typical resting asshole face, which gave him absolutely nothing. Or did it? Goddamnit, was he being purposely grave? This couldn’t be good. Fuck. This wasn’t good. Fucking bad—so fucking bad. Clenching his teeth, he finally got his body moving.

Church was to vote on club business. He’d been out of jail for less than a day. What the hell kind of business did the club have that Monty needed him there? Shit. The kind of business that would mean his ass—that’s what kind.

There were only a few steps between Monty’s office and church. That gave him plenty of time to run scenarios through his head. Was it three strikes and he was out?Shit. Fuck. Arrests happened. There wasn’t a patched member who didn’t have at least one arrest.

What was he going to do? Argue with them? Debate them to keep his patch?

Steeling his expression, he entered the large room behind Dash. The huge oak table with the Odin’s Fury emblem carved into it was at the center of the room. High-back office chairs surrounded it. At the head sat Monty, gavel in hand. To his right sat Tex, the Vice President and Romeo’s father. Clark, Sargent at Arms; Rooster, Road Captain; Teller, Treasurer and Romeo’s uncle; and all the other officers filled most of the remaining seats.

There was no more intimidating sight than the leadership of a one percent club staring at him. Even though he’d known most of them his entire life, there was something different in their gazes. These weren’t his uncles anymore. These were the men of Odin’s Fury, Montana—the mother chapter. These were the men who’d decide his fate.

Romeo took a deep breath and held it.

When the door closed behind him, he leaned against it as though he needed it to stand. There was an empty seat at the foot of the table after Dash took his. Romeo didn’t take it. It felt like a trap.

While his father was vice president, that didn’t mean shit when it came to the club. They were all family. It sure as shit didn’t guarantee him a permanent place in the club if he fucked up. And if Monty summoned him to church—he’d fucked up somewhere. So, he stood and his gaze landed on each individual brother, finding nothing in their stone-faced expressions.

“Sit,” Monty ordered. His nearly black eyes were locked on Romeo. With long, light gray hair he always wore tied back in a biker’s braid with multiple colorful rubber bands, and matching beard and craggy face, the President of Odin’s Fury was intimidating, even to Romeo, who’d known him all his life.

The young club member did as he was told, taking the empty seat.

“Put it to a vote,” the President said. “Tex’s boy has been a member for a few years now. Jailed three times for club business, stayed loyal, stayed quiet.”

Biting his lip, Romeo’s eyes flicked from face to face again. He didn’t know what the call to vote was on, other than him, so he did his best to keep quiet while they decided his fate. His knee bounced with nerves no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Sitting on pins and needles, he scanned them for a sign.

He wanted to be their brother more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. This was his destiny. His father raised him in that clubhouse. It was in his blood. They couldn’t take it from him over a prospect’s mistake.

“He’s only twenty-six,” Rooster, the red-headed, potbellied Road Captain said, narrowing his eyes on Romeo. “Feels like we’re fast-tracking him.”

“You sayin’ my boy ain’t been loyal cleaning up your shit?” Tex stood, growling in a slurred drawl. There had been a time or two Romeo had to make a body disappear, and the one time he took a fall, it’d been for Rooster.

“Didn’t say that.” The Road Captain shook his head.

“He is young,” Clark, their superman-looking Sergeant at Arms, echoed the sentiment. “But this ain’t some jack-off from the street. Romeo’s been with the club since birth.”

The gavel came down and they quieted, looking to their president. Monty’s jaw slid left and right as he looked out to his men, and then his gaze landed on Romeo. “Vote starts now. Unanimous decision, he gets it.”

Romeo’s heart stopped.It? What the fuck isit?

“VP,” Monty said, not breaking his stare with Romeo.

“Aye,” Tex declared proudly as he stroked his Fu Manchu.

“Aye,” Clark followed. Rooster, Teller, Dash, and the rest of the club officers voted.

The gavel came down. “Settles it,” Monty declared before turning his cold gray eyes onto the young biker. “Romeo, you’re Odin’s Fury Montana Chapter’s newest Enforcer.”

“Fury forever. Forever fury!” bellowed the men around him.

Dumbfounded and slack-jawed, Romeo sat at the table amid his brothers while they cheered for him—the youngest member of Odin’s Fury to ever obtain an officer’s position.

Chapter 2

Sparrow

1 Year Before

It’d been a never ending night at The Broken Spoke, the bar The Roughneck Riders owned and ran. Well, ran seemed pretty generous lately. Considering Tut couldn’t be bothered to show up most days—too busy with club business, apparently.

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