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“Put me down for a hundred for before Halloween,” Jag said.

“Me, too. Make mine before Thanksgiving. I’ll give him a little time,” Crusher said.

“Oh, shit. You have to marry her on Thanksgiving,” Devil said and laughed. I frowned, and from my other brothers’ faces, they were as confused as I was.

“What the hell does Thanksgiving have to do with getting married.”

“Oh, come on, work with me. It would be cool as hell to have you get married before we have the club’s big Thanksgiving dinner. You already have the part of the Indian covered, and Mac only needs a Pilgrim dress.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you, Dev,” Speed said and shook his head.

I shoved Devil as I sat in the seat beside him. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“You know it was a joke, right? ‘Cause I love you, brother.”

“Of course, I know it was a joke. You still got your hair, don’t you?” I laughed, and so did the others.

“Hey. Why’re you laughing at his scalping joke, and you didn’t laugh at mine?” Devil asked and looked around the table.

“‘Cause we weren’t laughing at his joke. We were laughing at the picture of you without your hair,” Flirt answered.

“No one touches the hair. Well, except Bailey when she grabs hold of it while I’m eat—”

“Stop!” Speed yelled and cut Devil off. “Have you been hanging around Roscoe?”

“No more than usual. Why?” Devil asked.

“Never mind. You have issues, brother,” Speed said and shook his head.

Devil shrugged. “Like you just figured that shit out.”

I burst out laughing. Damn, I loved these men.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get to some business before Ghost gets here and catches us up on the construction business. Flirt’s already got the reports on the gym, pot store, and Soft Tails,” Crusher said.

“Really? The pot store. Tell me in the few days I was gone, Boss and Turk did not fill out anything with that as the name.”

“No, Jag. I just find it easier to call it what it is,” Crusher answered.

“Thank fuck, because with Boss and Turk, anything is possible,” Jag said, and I chuckled. The way Boss and Tuck were, I imagined they smoked as much as they sold.

“Just us today?” I asked.

“Yeah. We’ll have full member Church at the first of the month as usual,” Crusher said, then added. “I wanted us to go over a few things, so in case we needed additional information, we’d have it together before the full club meeting.”

“Sounds good, Prez,” I said, referencing Crusher by his position in the club.

“Let’s get this underway,” Crusher said, then looked to Devil. “You don’t have to keep the minutes since this is leadership only.”

Devil gave a thumbs up, and Crusher rolled his eyes. The club had grown since we took over, which wasn’t a reflection on our dads’ reign. We’d added more businesses, and we’d brought on more prospects to help with the small jobs no one had the time to deal with now.

The meeting started, and we went over each businesses’ financial records. The club was doing excellent overall. Even our custom bike shop. At the pace it was going, we would exceed our original profit margin goal by ten percent. The club was sustaining its income even with Soft Tails’ stripping side closed temporarily. The bar side had picked up business once we’d opened it as a separate entity from the stripping. Seemed people in town loved Perry’s cooking. Once the renovations were finished and the stripper side opened, profits would bigger and better.

Roscoe’s pawnshop was running steady. It sold as much merchandise as it’d taken in over the last year. It was good to see. It meant the town was having a financial up year because fewer people needed cash and the easiest way to get it fast is to pawn something.

“Tank has worked out great managing Soft Tails. Luna helped him with lining up talent, and Sami spent time with him on the books. Not his favorite part of the job, but he’s keeping up. We might have to get him help or an assistant if bringing in the showcase strippers bumps business. Tank can’t sit in the office the whole time he’s there. He needs to be on the floor. Just something we need to keep watch on,” Jag said.

“I wanted to bring something to the table and get your opinion. If you like the idea and think it would benefit the club, then we put it on the agenda for full club vote,” Crusher said, then looked at each of us, and we nodded.

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