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CHAPTERTHREE
Present Day
Outlaw
I yawn and stretch before rolling out of bed. The sun shines through the window and it’s quiet downstairs. Everyone is passed out by now from all the partying.
I pull on a clean T-Shirt and a pair of jogging shorts. I toe on my running shoes and head out. After pulling out of my funk and finding the Hades Inferno, I started to run again. Just like riding my bike, taking a run is freeing.
All through the clubhouse, I’m met with snoring bikers, who just found a place to sleep, even if it’s on the floor. A couple of women are sprawled out in the arms of several men. A few of the bikers are in a committed relationship, but those that aren’t partake in club bunnies whenever they like. Jim is single too, but he prefers going home and leaving the bikers to enjoy their earned rest and sex.
I rarely take a woman to bed, and I don’t see myself ever being in a committed relationship ever again.
My run this morning takes me forty-five minutes, a personal best. When I return to the clubhouse, I take a shower and dress for the day. I’m back downstairs and drinking coffee when the first one stirs.
“You guys look like shit,” I lean against the door as they rub sleep out of their eyes.
“Fuck you,” Six yells at me.
“Morning to you, too,” I grin as the others chuckle.
“Fuck off, I didn’t even score,” he grumbles, heading to his room. Every man here has a room, I just have the top floor to myself with a few empty guest rooms.
“Get up, we have work to do,” I tell all of them.
“Why? What’s happening today?” asks Snoopy, stretching.
“I already told you. We will be escorting a mafia boss to the biggest casino in Tennessee tonight,” I remind them.
“Oh, that is today? Cool. My head is fucking killing me, and my stomach won’t be quiet. Can we go grab something to eat already?” asks Tank.
“I’ll have Greta start breakfast,” I take a sip of my coffee. When I turn back to the kitchen, the woman mentioned is doing just that. Greta is like a mother hen, she’s been around the club for years. Her old man was in the club until he passed. She stayed around to make sure we at least eat something.
“Refill, Callum?” She uses my real name.
“Sure, Tank says he’s hungry and hungover,” I snort.
She rolls her eyes as she fills my cup up. She starts two new pots for the others, and then sets out to fry some eggs. I leave her to make breakfast as I go to my office to prepare for the day.
Today, we’re not only escorting the mafia boss, but also three hang arounds want to prospect. I need to bring that to a vote and they need sponsors. We don’t just take anyone on, they prospect for a long time to prove their worth. And we don’t just take someone off the street, they hang around for a while. If they show up to every party or rally, then we take it to a vote.
I’m not a harsh president but I don’t put up with shit. Under my rule, only five members have been arrested, that’s saying something. I believe in punishing wrongdoers. Hell, I’ll beat the shit out of a biker if I have to, just to show that I don’t give a fuck about feelings and that I’m not a pushover. It’s one of the reasons Hades Inferno is a reputable club, not just Tennessee, but worldwide.
We also give back to the community. We’re planning a charity run for our local children’s home. Clubs from around the globe come to take part in the run. I would like to think my family is proud of me in some way. The home is named in honor of my wife.
Not just clubs participate in runs, we open it to anyone with a bike. We like the community to see that we’re not what the public makes us out to be. The run ends at the clubhouse with a big BBQ.
“Breakfast,” Greta hollers and I hear boots stomping through the clubhouse.
Greta hands me a plate that she saved for me since these guys are savages.
“We need to take a vote on the new prospects. Church after this,” I put my plate in the sink.
“Five minutes,” Tank groans, shoveling more eggs in his mouth. I just chuckle, that man can eat.
I head to the room designated for church, taking my seat, lighting a cigarette.
“How was your night?” Gunner asks me. He’s my VP and married. He doesn’t usually stay for parties.
