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He nods, smirking.
“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing here?” Spam asks, staring out at the crowd with the same annoyed look me and Grizz had a few minutes ago.
“No fucking clue,” I say.
“You organized it.”
“Because Prez told me to.”
“And he told you nothing?” Spam asks.
Shark slaps him upside the head. “Don’t talk to him like that.”
“I’m just asking a question. Damn,” he complains.
“Well, don’t,” Shark grunts.
I roll my eyes just as a loud bell starts going off.
“What the fuck is that?” Grizz asks, putting his hands over the baby’s ears.
“Time for games,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“Games? What the fuck is this?” Shark asks.
“Community Day,” I say as we head over to the field to watch the games begin. If I’m lucky, there will be bloodshed. Preferably, Coyote’s.
Chapter Forty-Three
Kolton
“Community Day was a success. Not only did we strengthen our relationship with the community, I had a few people ask about joining the club.”
I feel Grizz’s eyes on me, but I keep mine on Prez. I won’t give away that we were talking about this. Don’t need to be in trouble over stupid shit that we can’t change.
Well, we could change it. We could get rid of him.
“We already have a prospect,” Shark says.
“We can have more than one.”
“But why would we do that?” Shark asks.
“To grow the club,” Prez says.
“That’s not what our fathers and grandfathers wanted,” Rhino grits out.
The future of this club is a touchy subject for Rhino. Out of all of us, he was the closest with his dad and is hung on keepingthe club the way they wanted it. His father was with Coyote’s father when they died, and Rhino has some resentment about that, so his feelings toward Coyote are complicated. If anyone should have been Prez, it probably should have been him.
It seems that no one is happy with how things are going, but no one will speak up, and I’m not sure why. There’s the chance whoever spoke up would be outcast because everyone else would side with Coyote just to stay loyal to the club and the fact you don’t disrespect the Prez, which is bullshit since he is the outsider here. It’s a risk no one, at this time, wants to take. But I’m getting close. I don’t really give a fuck about this club. Why should I? All I am is a bitch boy to Coyote. He treats me like his secretary. And though that is a big part of my job as the treasurer, it’s not what I am. And at the end of the day, no matter what my role is, I should be treated with respect and that fucker doesn’t respect anyone.
“I don’t see any of them sitting at this table, do you, Rhino?” Coyote asks in a tone that would have any one of us slapping him across the face if he were someone different.
The tension in the room goes up, and I think we’re all waiting for Rhino to lose his shit. I wonder who would have his back, who would sit still, and who would stand up for Coyote.
I’d have his back, and in turn, Kaison would too. Then maybe Grizz. That’s basically half the club.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Coyote speaks again.
