“Yeah, let’s go to the garage,” I say, moving my head up and down.
My cell beeps, and I look at the screen light up. I grab it from the bar counter and slide my finger on the screen.
Prez~ Get in here. Now!
Demon ~ Okay.
“Diablo, I’ll be back. The Prez called me in.”
“Good luck.”
I walk out of the bar, run across the clubhouse, and down the long hall to the Prez’s office. I knock on the door.
“Enter,” Prez yells.
“Prez,” I say, opening the door.
I turn the handle and push the wooden door open. I walk inside, standing in front of my Prez desk.
The dark wooden desk is worn, and the MC’s colors are engraved in the center of the wood. The desk has a thick coat of polyurethane finish.
“What the fuck did I tell you about fucking around with Halo! Grizzly will kill you for messing with his little girl. You have to stop messing around with her, and I need you to focus on theonline college courses. I don’t want you to lose focus on our goals; you need to be prepared to lead the MC by getting the Business Administration Finance Bachelor Of Science.
I need you to be ready to be the Prez of the Satan’s Warriors MC. This lifestyle, the MC life, is no game. We don’t know when the reaper will visit us.
I don’t want you to make the same mistake that I did, getting the girl pregnant and taking an Old Lady like I did. You’re too fucking young, and you have a lot of goals to hit, and you need to play the game! Do you hear me,” Prez growls, shaking his huge hand, pointing his finger at me, emphasizing each word. He wears a silver ring on each finger and has a shit ton of tattoos.
“Prez, Halo is not a distraction,” I say, turning my fingers into my palm.
“Like hell, she’s not! Stop fucking her! Grizzly is a mean son of bitch! As your Prez and your fucking dad, I’m ordering you to stop!”
“Dad, she’s my girl, and I love her.”
“As your Dad, I don’t want you to get tied down at your age! It’s been hell with the bitch of your mother taking off all the fucking time to shoot up. As your Prez, I’m ordering you to keep away from her. I don’t want Grizzly to kill you, boy!”
“Prez, is that forever?”
Prez leans back into his black leather chair, throwing back his head, turning his head from right to left cracking his neck. He then leans forward, resting his hands on the desk and pushing off.
“Listen carefully, Demon. You will stop now, and if in a few years, you still feel the same about Halo, then you can make her your Old Lady, but right now, I need you to focus. Do I need to remind you that you’re patching into the club this weekend, so I need you on your game.”
I grind my molars, and my heart stops, then pumps quickly in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
“Will do.”
I walk out of the office, down the hallway, and out of the clubhouse. I pull out my cigarette box, take one out, and light up. I inhale the nicotine deeply, throwing back my head and closing my eyes. I exhale the smoke, open my eyes, and lean against the building. I bend my right leg, resting it on the wall and looking out into the night.
Days later.
Patching in.
The MC is having a BBQ for the newly patched brothers. My brother Thor, his road name is Diablo; we’re patching in tonight. I’m so stoked after such a long time of prospecting. Yeah, for sure, we were in high school when we started prospecting. The only reason that the Prez allowed it is because I’m his son, and Thor is the VP’s son. Otherwise, we would have to wait until we were eighteen to start prospecting as all of the other fuckers do.
I take a sip of my beer, looking into the fire pit. The look in Halo’s eyes is seared in my mind. She hates me, but I know that it’s best even if it kills me.
“Ash,” Halo yells, running across the gravel from the far corner of the pavilion.
I take a long pull of my beer and look around. I fucking hope that my Prez isn’t watching.
