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around here, that’s a must. She’s already a sister to me.” He shrugs and I can’t help but grin at his description. He’s completely right. Alice is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met.
Plague carries on. “I don’t mind her a bit, and she stays out of the way of club shit. She was freaked out by the strippers at first, but she apologized and rolled on. She could treat the other girls around here like shit, being that she’s a lady and all, but she doesn’t. If you’re gonna have a woman, being the prez, she’s the type of bitch you need by your side.”
Blow finishes up. “I’m with them. You made a serious deal because of her. You took care of that shit yourself, all while checking back on her here to make sure she’s straight. I really don’t see why this is even a discussion for you. We gave you our blessing when we voted on the senator’s deal. We’ve already agreed to protect her. It’s done, as far as I’m concerned.”
I nod. “You’re my brothers. My family. This isn’t only my club, but all of ours. I respect each of you, that’s why I’ve taken this into consideration so much. Not only that, but I want her to be content too. It’s been fucking my head up, wondering if this is the smartest move. You’re right, though, I love that woman, and it’s past time I let her know as much.”
My brothers grin and cheer. I only hope that when their time comes around and they fall for a bitch, that I can be just as supportive. Ol’ ladies are sacred to this club. It’s something we agreed on from day one, and it looks like I’ll be the first of us to bring one into the fold. If there’s anyone that can handle the pressure though, it’s Alice. My woman is so fuckin’ strong and smart, she makes me damn proud to have her by my side.
“All right, all right, moving on from my personal life. Now that we’re talking about Alice, though, has anyone found any information about who wants to hurt her? We’ve got plenty of shady ass contacts. I’m hoping someone pulled through with some intel.”
The brothers grumble and curse, complaining they don’t have any leads. Except Angel. He says, “I may have something…I don’t know what yet. I have a few people that’re supposed to be getting back to me. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear from them, whether it’s something or nothing.”
“Fuck, I hope they know who it is. If you find them, Angel, I want them to fucking pay!” I demand viciously. “Everyone else keep trying as well. This is my top priority right now, aside from the senator’s bullshit and our regularly scheduled drug runs. Now, anybody else have something to discuss?”
Wrench gestures, and I nod to him. He mutters, the weed taking over. His eyes are red and glazed over, and he has a persistent smirk that he can’t seem to drop right now. “I understand that part of being a patched member is nominating a prospect.”
Blow confirms, “It’s not a requirement, but our charter prefers to include it. It’s a way to make us stronger and have loyalty surround us, versus random fuckers just showin’ up. Don’t feel pressured right away, unless you have someone in mind already.”
“I do. I’ve been speaking to Mark over these past few weeks and he’s shown interest. He’ll also want to stick around if Prez’s ol’ lady stays in Texas.”
Whiskey stares at him quizzically and huffs, “Who the fuck is Mark?”
Wrench drops the smirk, his lips turning downward. “It’s Alice’s bodyguard. You know, she calls him Richardson?”
Powerhouse and Blow break out into laughs. Plague asks, “His name is Mark? That’s so fucking plain. I though his name was Richardson and he pissed off his momma when he was born or something and she punished him by giving him that long ass first name. Seemed a fitting curse to me.” He shrugs.
We all shake with laughter.
“Fine, we can vote on it, but Wrench?” He stares at me intently, taking in my stern glare. “If he has feelings for my woman, it’ll be hell to pay. I may make you take him out to bum fuck Egypt and shoot his ass just because you nominated him. You can dig the motherfuckin’ hole out past the airport for his body, too. You feel me?”
“Got it, Prez.”
“Good. All in