One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(26)

“Not at this moment. I got a call from Zane, need to run some things past you all before I place us in a situation that we probably don’t want to be placed in.”

Sugar nods his head. Sugar was here before I was, and was my father’s VP. He had issues when I came back and my dad patched me in as VP with Hella as Sergeant of Arms, but after a round in the ring, we sorted it out and the top dog came out on top. With that being said, Sugar is one trustworthy motherfucker. I trust all my brothers, they wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. But I trust Sugar just below Hella.

Hella comes through the barn doors with a hand full of tools hanging from his arms and a cheesy grin on his face. I shake my head and point to all the shit around him. “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s the shit I need to fix the roof!”

“What? You a builder now? Killing not enough for you?” I ask under a chuckle.

He flips me off, dropping the rest of the items onto the ground. “What’s the rush anyway, I was going to call into Red Moon,” he replies with a smirk.

“Leave the girls alone, Hella.”

“Hey…” he throws his hands up making his way to us, “…it’s not my fault only a whore can handle my cock.”

“Jesus,” I laugh, standing from the table.

Red Moon is a business we own but have one of the girls run it for us. Shelby is good at what she does, but if she could keep her hands off my cock she’d be better. Not that I haven’t passed her up a few times, but she doesn’t do it for me on any other level apart from making my dick hard enough to come.

“Church, now.” I push my seat back and make my way to the back of the bar with Hella hot on my tail.

Walking through the iron doors, I step around the long rectangular table that has our emblem carved into the metal, a skull wearing a hoodie, smirking over his shoulder throwing up a full house. That’s what’s on our colors.

I smirk at my dad’s bike before pulling my seat out at the head of the table. Having his bike behind me in this room was my decision. It preserved his presence and position in this club and made me feel like his presence is always here.

I flick my lighter between my fingers, watching as Sugar blazes up a joint on my left side and Hella sitting opposite him on my right, having a few tokes before handing it to me. I take it, placing it in my mouth and taking a long pull.

“The reason I called this…” I blow out the smoke I was holding and pass it to Hella, “…is I got a phone call from Zane Mathews, the President of the Sinful Souls MC in Westbeach. He might need a favor soon. He was asking if we have his back. One of his guys has ruffled up some Russian’s feathers, he might need some reinforcements. Now… I know it sounds bad, but the Sinful Souls are our brothers. They may not be by patch, but by choice. However, if anyone’s not right with this voice your opinion now, we’ll take it to vote.”

“Fuck. This doesn’t sound good,” Nyx voices from down the table, leaning back into his seat.

“Proceed,” I wave my hand out while flicking the lighter between my fingers.

“Well… Russians. That’s why.” He shakes his head, before leaning onto his elbows on the table. “I get it, they’ve always made it clear that they would throw one down for us, but we gotta be smart here, and I don’t know… getting into the enemy bed with the Russians is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday afternoon.” He takes the joint off Toke who’s sitting next to him. An agreed grunt comes from across the table.

“I agree with Nyx. I don’t like it. Little things, yeah, but this? This sounds big,” Flicker adds.

“Anyone else have an opinion?” I ask around the table.

A chuckle sets off beside Hella and I don’t have to look to know who it is. “You with us on this, Hannibal?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m with you. Getting a bit quiet around here. Need to fuck some shit up.”

I shake my head around a smirk before picking up the gavel. “Who’s with me?” A sound of yays sound off around the table with two nays.

“Out-voted, we ride with them.” I slam the gavel down before throwing it back onto the table.

Everyone stands and I bring my eyes up to the two who voted nay. “Nyx, Flicker, sit.” I point my head back down to their seats. They look between each other before sitting back down.

Once everyone has cleared out, I bring my elbows to the table. “I don’t like any of my brothers feeling like their opinion doesn’t matter. However, I need you to trust my decision, as your president and as your brother.”

“I trust your decision, Beast. I’m just not convinced it’s the right one. But I will ride, of course, no matter what.”