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“You three get the fuck up here,” Cleve says and the ones I pointed out a moment ago walk slow in our direction. “These the ones that tried to run you off the road?”
“Yeah.” I reply.
Cleve nods before turning back to the three of them. “Give me your kuttes.”
The three of them argue and fight, giving every excuse they can as to why they shouldn’t be removed from the club, but Cleve isn’t having it.
“This is my fucking club. I give the damn orders and if you can’t abide by them, you don’t fucking belong here. You’re lucky this man is still fucking alive because if I would’ve found out that it was because of you assholes that something happened to him you’d be going the same was as Vance. Now give me your fucking kutte and be grateful I’m not putting a bullet between your eyes.” He stares them down and one by one they take their vests off and toss them on the ground.
“Bast, mark these motherfuckers.” Cleve calls out and the VP of the Rolling Cobras, Bast walks up with a piece of electronic equipment in his hand. It’s red hot. He walks up to each of them, while another of the club holds the men, he presses the red-hot metal to their face and when he pulls back the letter T in a circle is branded fight below their eyes. Finally, he shoots the three of them in their right knee to make sure they can no longer ride. A thorough punishment.
“Alex, Prime was a good president. He knew that peace should be our fucking end goal. Our shit doesn’t have anything to do with you and vice versa. I don’t want no problems with the Wings. Is this punishment enough to get back on neutral ground?”
I look back to Max who nods his head. Ryder and Wire do the same.
“Fine, agreed.” I put my hand out and Cleve shakes it, I don’t release him, “But I think we need to sit down and discuss the changes coming our way. Like you said Prime was a good president. He’s not here anymore. I’m Prez now and what the Wings of Diablo used to be isn’t what we are now.”
“I see that.” Cleve looks behind me. “I wonder if you’d be more open to an arrangement than your predecessor was. I have a pipeline open on some gun running but we can’t do it as it’s a conflict of interest with our drug supplier. It’s good money and easy.”
“I’m not going to let the guns just float around the town.” I answer quickly, if people outside of my hometown want to fuck up their community that’s on them but not here.
“No, I don’t shit where I sleep either. It’s over the state lines. You think your boys can handle it?”
I look back at them and I swear I see Ryder bouncing with glee. I look back to Cleve and gesture for Max to come with me
“Let’s talk specifics, but I think we can work something out.” I clap Cleve’s shoulder and he smiles in return. The crisis is averted. “Wire, tell everyone to stand down. Archer is to stay on watch just in case.”
“Heard.” Wire says and hustles off to do what I say. The rest of the Wings lower their weapons and start to file out.
“Damn Alex. You wear that patch well. Prime couldn’t have picked a better successor. You got more fight in your than half my fucking club put together.” Cleve says as he ushers us into a small room with a table.
“It’s easy when there’s something great to fight for. The Wings of Diablo is greater than Prime or me or any of my riders alone. The Wings of Diablo MC is a family and one that I will die to protect. One I will die to see thrive. I’ll be a Wing until I die and even then, I’m going to be riding through fucking hell with my patch on my back.”
“Shit, talk about fucking inspirational. I can’t wait to see this shit play out.” Cleve says.
I look down at my kutte and realize this right here is the true start of my Presidency. I can’t wait to see how it plays out either. Bad or good, at least I know it’s going to be a wild ride.
THE END
