I grab Enzo by the throat, closing my hand around his airway. “Get out of my sight”
He glares at me, nods and do as I order him to. Now that was handled, I need to find Kyle and find out what the fuck is going on in his head.
Chapter 2
Reed
I drove around Gainesville for three hours searching every nook and cranny that I thought my brother might be in, that is, until I thought about that trashy little hookah bar. I bet that’s where he is, smoking it up. I turn my bike to the left, heading towards the interstate and take the first exit until I come up on the little strip mall where Dixies resides. When he and I were teenagers we’d come up here with Michelle and smoke. It’s when Dad wouldn’t let us in on the important shit, and a good way to kill time. I can’t tell ya how many cougars I met up in this joint. I was a young stud, and a lot of lonely women enjoyed my company. It was more for me and less about them.
I make my way through the cheap glass door and head straight to the back, not bothering to greet a single soul in here. They know who I am not only by my face, but because of the cut I wear every day. Basically, they know not to fuck with anyone who wears the Skulls Renegade emblem. My Dad did a damn good job at making everyone fear us, anarchy is the only thing that follows our wake.
Just as I thought, he’s sitting in his usual booth in the back. I step down into the booth, since it’s almost into the floor. I will say, Dixies might be a shithole but they do a good job at trying to keep it up with the times. That, or it’s been like this far before I was born. Who the fuck knows.
“Enzo telling you I was being a diva again?” Kyle asks, not even bothering to turn his face as he takes another drag from the hookah in front of him.
“Nah, you were being a full on drama queen. What the fuck is getting into you?” I take a seat across from him, taking a drag from the hookah myself. It tastes of chocolate and cherry, bastard knew I was comin’ here, fuckin’ buttering me up with my favorite flavors.
“What’s getting into me? I dunno, ask Dad. He wanted to give me something I never fucking wanted. I told him since we were kids that I never wanted this shit, that you needed to be the Prez, but when he left he chose to ignore my wishes and gave me complete responsibility over the club. You and I both know that I’m not the kinda man who wants this responsibility. I want to roll around with my beautiful fucking girlfriend in bed all day, yank out the glock when needed and drink beer. Why would I want to be the one making decisions? Why, after everything I’ve done over the last few years would he insist on giving all of this to me?”
“Because it’s your right” I inform him, even though we both know I don’t have to. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, then you don’t have to. But you can’t just throw your cut at Enzo and tell him you’re fucking done. We have a way, and you don’t get to forget that. We have rules. We have laws that each of us need to abide by. If you really want out, we’ll have a vote. We’ll vote you out, and decide who the new Prez will be.”
“I want out. How many times do I have to fuckin’ tell you?”
“I’m just making sure you really want this”
“Cut the shit, Reed. You know I’m not cut for this, never wanted to be the Prez and I’ll feel so much better once the responsibility is off of my back”
“Fine, we’ll call it to a vote then” I comment, taking another hit off of the sweet flavors of cherry and chocolate, wondering how things may go sideways when we have church.
“Stop worryin’ about them not votin’ you in. They want me out, and they want you to lead them”
“Let’s just hope that you’re right, brother.”
“I am, you just need to trust me”
I smirk at my brother, and the two of us burst out into laughter. He knows that there’s no way in hell I could trust his sleazy ass, but I’ll try.
Chapter 3
Reed
“We really gonna do this right now with all the shit that Dwayne is givin’ us?” Kyle asks, and I nod. It doesn’t matter that Dwayne is giving us a fuck ton of trouble, he may be a big fish but he forgets who the hell he’s fucking with.
Dwayne is a low life drug lord from Nashville. He’s trying to get us to sell drugs for him, basically he wants us to be his bitch and I’ve told Kyle not to agree to anything. Dwayne is sloppy, and the feds are gonna catch his ass sooner or later. That I can guarantee. The Mexican cartel has been after us for a little while for a business relationship and while I have no intentions to get mixed up with Rafael Ramirez, I won’t be getting us mixed up with Dwayne either.
“You getting all chicken shit on me?”
“Fuck no, I’m just saying there’s a lot going on and this can wait”
“Sounds to me like
