Behind the Scenes: Book 0 (MC) Read Free

second to you and Brothers aren’t ignoring me. Never been anyone to look up to before.”
    “You’re wrong Brother. You’ve always been someone to look up to. You just didn’t know it. You came up hard but didn’t turn to drugs, finished school and found a job. You work hard every fuckin’’ day, Danny now you’re seeing it pay off. No matter what you do, keep moving forward, son. Don’t ever look back. Keep moving forward and be the best you can at whatever you’re doing. It may not be everyone’s best but it’s yours. You can be proud of that kind of man. When you are, other people see it and it will draw the good ones to you.” I get that intense look again. He takes a minute then nods. I swear he’s memorizing what I say to him.
    Maybe I should think about what I say to him more. Pres knows something’s coming and is pushing me to teach Danny everything. We eat and head back. On the ride I decide to write the important shit down so I can get it to him. I hate fuckin’’ writing but I need my boy to learn this shit without the mistakes I made. I stop for a book, ruler and colored pencils. He doesn’t ask so I don’t explain.
    We get back and he has a girl and Brother eyeing him as we’re sitting at the bar. I tell him to go and I start writing. I have to make lines with the pencils to keep the writing straight. A girl comes up and leans over my arm. Nice rack. I put the pencils away and pull her to the bathroom. I can smell a man on her, I’m not the first here, so I cover and slide in. She’s not looking for anything but a fuck and I give her what she wants. When I’m done I wipe her up and kiss her cheek. “Thanks sweetheart.” I grab my book and pencils and find a tree next to camp to write under.

Chapter Six
Six months
    We walk in exhausted. It’s been a fuckin’’ night. It’s loud as fuck and I push through to the bar. “What’s going on?” I ask the Prospect handing me a beer.
    “Wall took the slaves out. Another one OD’d.” He hands Danny a beer and walks down the bar.
    “Fuckin’’ drugs,” he says. I love hearing that from him and hope he keeps away from them.
    Wall comes out of his room and shit starts. Fuck. “We got no pussy Pres,” Laney says and I know he’s high. No one talks shit to Pres. I stand beside him waiting for the rest. I don’t have to wait long.
    “What the fuck are we paying for if we don’t have pussy to come back to.”
    They start getting louder. “Yeah, what the fuck? We pay our dues.”
    Pres puts his hand up and Tiny whistles. I’m surprised. I haven’t seen him around. Wall had him with Trunk for training then Trunk lost his leg. Haven’t seen Trunk around much either.
    “Your dues buys you drinks and whores. Drinks are still flowing and whores are all over the fuckin’’ place. You were feeding the stock your drugs and killing them off. Don’t get paid for dead slaves. We went from seasoning them to be the perfect pussies to getting them hooked and good for nothing. Can’t get paid for addicts. They were costing more than we made. You want your takes dropped so you’re owing the Club money instead of collecting it? I got no problem collecting from you if that’s what you want. I’ll bring them back tomorrow.” Brothers start mumbling. “Yeah gets your slaves back. Get me a majority and I’ll bring them back and start a book.” The Brothers start turning away. Fuckin’’ smart mother. I shake my head and go back to the bar. Danny follows. I didn’t even see him come up behind me. Good fuckin’’ Brother.
    Wall comes over. “Pres.” I’m tired as fuck and hope he doesn’t need anything.
    “That takes care of trade. Take the men as your soldiers.”
    Danny laughs. “There’s three that would work. The others are stoners.”
    Pres looks at him. Fuck. “Your—Axe put you in charge?”
    “Yeah of training. With taking the traders I would have three. I can’t train Brothers that are high. They’d fuckin’’