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they must be packing. Their crew wasn’t very big, so they did have help, caught a case of idiocy, or had this planned down to the letter. Either way, the shit needed to be squashed before the bodies started to pile up.
    He pulled up to the entrance to the club. Swifty darted out and pulled back the gate. The metal on metal never sounded so sweet to his ears.
    Inside this tiny building were a group of men ready to ride or die for him. He pulled forward, parked and exited, donning the persona that had earned him the right to be president when he hit twenty-three. He’d been young, but not green by any stretch of the imagination. From the moment his old man got caught ass out on the wrong end of a gun deal, Prez had groomed him to take his place. Life then had been ultra violent. Blood had been flying left and right as they carved out their place in the small town, offered their protection and grew. When Harley had become causality, Demon went gone off the deep end. The beginning of his reign had been full of danger, bloodshed and life as far on the edge as you could get without falling off.
    It took a long time to come back from that kind of damage. Lives were lost, homes were destroyed and people were fucked up, mentally and physically. They partied hard in an attempt to offset the Posttraumatic stress. That shit was real. Having to come down from constantly looking over your shoulder and being ready to unleash hell at a moment’s notice if shit went sideways. He didn’t want to take them back to that time if he could help it. His boots felt heavy as he strode into the club.
    Silence fell and all eyes turned to him.
    “It’s time for church. We all know I won’t stand for this bullshit. Bitches make you scarce. This is M.C. business and I don’t want any distractions.” Demon sneered. “Or leaks. I know you hoes ain’t loyal. Don’t think for a second I wouldn’t put a bullet in your brains if you as much as think about telling anyone else our business.” He zeroed his gaze in on Rain and Crystal. Two of the newer additions he didn’t trust as far as he could throw them.
    “Oh, Demon you know we’d never do you wrong,” Lacey replied. The genuine hurt in her hazel eyes made him want to offer comfort. She’d been with him pretty much her whole life. Born to one of the whores she eventually fell into the same lifestyle. There were women here he trusted, but right now he was trying to flush out any potential rats.
    Crystal and Rain exchanged a concerned glance.
    Got you bitches. “Go back to your complex. Now.”
    The girls got to their feet and scurried outside to their vehicles. They owned an apartment building not too far away where they put up brothers, members of others chapters and the club whores. It kept them out from under foot, cut down the chances of an Old lady running into one of them by accident and brought in revenue where they could wash their money. Most of their shit was legal nowadays, but they had no problem getting their hands dirty. Gunrunning made a pretty penny with a little amount of work. Especially with the town looking the other way, because they offered their protection. It was a sweet deal.
    The minute the door slammed shut , he turned his attention to the Prospects. “We all know Church is a patched member only affair, but this shit is too deep to leave you out of the loop. You bring your asses in here, keep your mouths shut and pay close attention to every word said. You hear me?”
    “Yes Prez ,” they chorused.
    He nodded and walked into the giant meeting room at the back of the club. His men filed in, taking seats in the chairs and he watched their faces carefully. Lefty came to stand at his side and some of the stiffness eased from Demon’s shoulders. He had tried and true soldiers to go to bat with him. If nothing else, this would separate, the men from the boys as far as their newer recruits were concerned. Their territory around them had been peaceful for years.
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