Keys looks around at all of us, one after another, “Who is Alan?”
I leave Rides to explain and head to my room where I need to freshen up ready for church. I can bet my hog Pres is going to call church soon.
I was right because half-an-hour later I’m sitting in church ready for it to begin. Some of the brothers are at work, so have the leniency to catch up with things later. Pres opens the meeting and quickly explains what happened with Maddog and Alan. It amuses most of us because if we are honest, we didn’t want to waste our time or effort on scum like Maddog Hughes.
Coin speaks out, gaining everyone’s attention. “I’ve spoken with Jeremy and he has set up a new crew to assist us here. Pres wants to meet the crew before they are allowed in the clubhouse, so we are going to meet on the property next to us that we’ve put an offer on.”
I quickly jump on this because I’m hoping to be the first to have a house on that land. “Any sign that the nephew will sell to us?”
“Yeah, he is speaking directly with me as I told him we didn’t want to pay money to a realtor when we could do everything ourselves. It saves him a packet of money, and us too. He said he’d check out the value of properties in this area and then get back to me. I reckon he’ll sell. We are, after all, giving him a damn friendly offer,” Coin replies. “By that, I mean an offer that is right for the size of the land.”
“We’ll meet his crew next week, and if I like the look of them, we may have ourselves some new working prospects,” Pres laughs, and I know he has had them checked out by Keys already so he’s playing his cards close to his chest at this point.
Books taps the table with his knuckles, looking around the room as he speaks. “The charity run won’t happen until next year. Most of our allied clubs already have the charity events organized for this year, but I got them tagged for next year for your run.”
“That’s a fuck,” Whistle mumbles. “I was looking forward to getting on the road.”
“Yeah, I think most of us were looking forward to the run. But we can do it next year,” Rides throws out, but the sour look on his face shows how disappointed he really is.
“Joker, how are things going with the tattoo building?” Pres asks as he leans back in his seat, looking like he has something he wants to say, but it’s not time yet.
Joker quickly responds, “We will be finished by the end of the weekend. With the four of us, we have been able to get things moved along. Scribe has been working fourteen-hour days as he has painted every inch of the place. It is in good condition, and it seems Avery had kept maintenance up on the place so nothing major needs to be done.”
“The offer I made Avery was accepted, and I expect the final paperwork in the next couple of days. The building is ours except for the rubber stamp,” Coin informs. We are all happy about this business, as it’s going to lead to good things in the future for the club.
Brewer gains everyone’s attention when he addresses Joker. “Does Scribe have appointments? You know when he opens, he needs work immediately. If he doesn’t have appointments ready for the start, maybe we should do some kind of advertising?”
“He has a full schedule of appointments. He is well known and has never had to advertise himself. He has a five thousand following on his TikTok account.” Coin looks smug that he has the answers.
Mumbling around the room grows as everyone shows how satisfied they are that we have Scribe onboard. He is sure an excellent addition to the prospect team, and will make a hell of a full brother, eventually.
Pres speaks out with the room becoming quiet so fast anyone looking in would be laughing. “I have seen Tank. Yeah, I’ve seen him in his misty form. He looks okay, too. No sign of injuries, so it seems when we die, we get rid of the shit that killed us.”
Yeah, the entire room is staring at Pres like he has lost his mind. Me! I smirk right before letting out a deep, rumbling laugh. “You had Cilla call him, didn’t you?”
“Too right I did. I’m not having a fuckin’ prospect see something I’ve not seen. Fuck that. Cilla held her own well in the discussion,” Pres smirks, and we all know something went down before she agreed to Pres’ demand.
“What happened?” I ask, thinking, ‘shit, I hope Cilla didn’t get us both in trouble.’
Pres chuckles, “Well, your old lady blackmailed me. She was okay to call Tank, if, and I say if, I would agree to your suite here having two bedrooms because she wants one for the baby. I would have agreed anyway, Finger, but don’t tell Cilla that. She was mighty impressed that she held me to ransom.”
The brothers chuckle and mumble at how feisty Cilla is, and they’d all like one like her, but without the ability, because you know, they don’t want ghosts in the house.
“I also saw Pyro’s flame. It was just hanging in midair. A single, perfect flame. Pyro still has it, brothers, but better than he had it down here. When he was alive, he had to have a blowtorch or some other shit to make fire. Up there he just flicks his fingers or hand and has a flame, or flames. I don’t know, but it’s cool as shit. I’m thinking when I die, I need me something like that,” Pres is beaming at the thought of what he could have on the other side.
I’m sitting here with my mouth hanging open, because honestly, who would have thought Tracker was into paranormalshit? Cilla has a lot to answer for, and I hope other clubs don’t find out about all this or we’ll suffer shit comments, or requests to see the dead.
Chapter 33
FINGER
Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes. I’m meeting Jeremy’s new crew along with Pres and Cap. I’m hoping they are men worthy of our time. But Jeremy said they were former servicemen, so they should fit in with us.
Walking to the piece of land on which we have placed the offer, we meet the six men, you cannot mistake as having military backgrounds. Their hair, stance, and general aura of them states firmly, military.
Pres steps forward, and Jeremy quickly greets us. “Hi, Tracker. These are the men I told you I’ve taken as a new crew.They will work on the new land you are purchasing, building the infrastructure and the housing.”
Pres nods but doesn’t speak as yet. One of the men steps forward and holds his hand out to shake with Pres. “Name’s, Dylon Grahams. Jeremy told us you are building homes for the men in your club. I reckon that’s an honorable thing to have everyone in close proximity and be able to watch each other’s backs.”