“No, I don’t want this.” He points to his patch that’s labeled, Prez. “You deserve it, not me.”
I scoff, unable to say anything to him. We’ve had this discussion too many times, that’s for damn sure.
Kyle walks over to the door that holds our table, where we hold church whenever it’s needed. He swings it open, and whistles abruptly towards the brothers in the clubhouse. “Church in ten minutes, tell all the full patch members their asses better be in here in nine” He slams the door shut with a thud before taking a seat at the head of the table. I take a seat beside him in my designated chair.
“Celine’s gonna cut my dick off, ain’t she?” Kyle asks, and I move from side to side a tad.
“Depends on her mood, you know how she can be”
“That means she will. I know your girl well, her and Daisy are tighter then a virgin’s pussy”
I laugh, knowing what he means all too well. Celine and Daisy have been friends since Daisy’s been with us, Celine took the little bird under her wing so to speak. Michelle and Jenna don’t really care for my girlfriend all too much, say she’s a cunt. She is, but doesn’t bother me any. The girls know to keep their attitudes in check and somehow peace is maintained.
Max is the first to walk through the doors, “I sense change in the air”
“I sense a nosy little eavesdropper” I comment back.
“Hard to eavesdrop when you two keep yapping about voting Kyle outta his Prez position. If you wanted to keep it quiet ya both could’ve been doing a better job at it. Fuck, Michelle didn’t even tell me” Michelle, Max’s girlfriend, if that’s what we can even call her. He says they’re dating, then he says they aren’t, but he doesn’t fuck any other girls and then he goes on about marrying her. It makes no damn sense to me. Guess it doesn’t really have to make sense if they’re both happy, though.
Enzo, Seamus and a few of the others roll in with just a minute to spare. Kyle slams the gavel on the table and goes on about the changes that are happening today. “I think it’s safe to say that each and every one of you know that I never asked for this. I never asked to be your Prez, but it was handed down to me because that’s what my Dad and your previous Prez wanted. We all respected his decision, including me. After a few months of trying to do this shit and failing miserably, I think it’s safe to say I gave it a good scout’s try. I’m fit for the life, but I’m not fit to be your leader – your Prez. So, that’s why I would like us to have a vote. All in favor of voting me out and electing another Prez, say aye.”
A number of “aye”s break out into the room, “Okay, that does it. I’m no longer your Prez. Now it’s time to vote the new Prez in. All in favor of Reed, say aye”
I watch around the room as seven men say aye, and I wait as the last six don’t say a word. Kyle looks around the table, locking eyes with every man who didn’t speak up. “Who is it that you six would like to vote in?”
“Max” Cobra speaks up, looking right at my brother.
“Alright, let’s do this again. All in favor of Max, speak up”
The same six say aye.
“All in favor of Reed, speak”
The same seven who are backing me say aye.
“There you have it, Reed is the Prez for the Skulls Renegade.” Kyle declares, I quietly take in a deep breath. That was too close for comfort, way too close. The fact that six of our brothers voted for Max means that he’d been campaigning for this day, and that makes me nervous. A round of applause, hoots and hollers break out into the room. I’m not a foolish man, either way I know that there is a snake in my midst, and it sure as hell isn’t Cobra.
“Everyone knows I can’t lead without a right hand man, I can’t imagine anyone else besides Max watching my back. All in favor for Max being voted in as VP say aye” Everything I just said is a crock of shit. I thought Max was my friend until this day, but now I know better. I’ll do exactly what my father taught me, keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer. This asshat just got himself as close as he can get to me, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him stir up trouble.
Aye’s are said around the room, by everyone except one. Cobra, the one who was supporting Max as the Prez is now silent. “You have something to say?”
“Just how I don’t agree that another Michaels is going to be good for the Skulls, you want the past to keep repeating itself?”
“Past ain’t repeating shit with me in charge, you should know that” I grumble back at him.
“Shit, you’re more insane than I thought you were. I’m out, I want out of this club.” Cobra sneers, looking around the room to every brother in sight. “If any of you are smart, you’d do the same before this inexperienced ass gets you all killed”
“Whoa! Motherfucker, take that shit back” Seamus roars, coming up quickly from his seat the table slides straight into the men sitting on the opposite side.
I shake my head from side to side, “Get the fuck out of my club, and don’t you ever step foot back here”
“Don’t plan on it. I’ve already got another place to be. Anyone who wants to be in a real club, The Brotherhood is looking. They’ve got some heavy shit about to go down, at least there we’ll see some action”
“Damn, pretty boy.
