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Titan gawped back with an ugly face.
“I'm in, for Black Coyotes," the guy who had spoken up first said and moved to stand by Ash.
Others swiftly followed. "Yeah, me, too."
"Sure."
Others began shuffling and nodding. Lyle felt warmth in his chest, a sense of accomplishment. Or… wait, was the warmth dripping down his arm? He shook his head, refocusing.
Lyle nodded to Titan. "What do you want to do about him, your former Prez?"
Diesel took a look down at him, and, fast as a bullet, landed a punch on Titan’s face.
"We'll deal with him ourselves, my final act before I quit the MC life,” Diesel said with a steely determination in his voice, as Titan tried to catch the blood dripping out of his nose. Now broken.
The first guy who had joined them stepped forward and punched Titan, too. The others formed a line.
"What's your name?" Lyle asked him, grabbing him by the shoulders as he moved away after landing his blow on Titan.
The guy lifted a shoulder. “They call me Shark."
"Shark? What kinda name is that? You wanna be called that?"
His eyes widened. “I got a choice?"
“Yeah, sure."
His lip curled up in mild surprise.
"My name's Greg. Wanna be called Greg. It’s not very tough, I know MC names should be cool and tough…"
Lyle clapped him on the back. "Fuck what MC’s should be. You wanna be Greg? You’re Greg. Welcome to the Black Coyotes. Now, you wanna party? We’ll show you a real party.”
Greg smiled slowly. “Patch-over parties are said to be the best!" he said.
Lyle nodded and ruffled Greg’s hair.
But then a shaft of pain caught up to Lyle.
That twinge from earlier. It was sharper now. He winced and dropped his hand from Greg.
Fuck, Lyle had been shot. It began to register in his brain. He suddenly felt lightheaded. There was red all over his t-shirt. Lyle swayed.
"What's this?" Ash frowned and opened Lyle’s leather cut to peek at Lyle's chest.
Fuck. Lyle felt his hearing getting duller.
"Lyle!” Ash exclaimed, as Ash caught sight of the red blossoming from his shoulder. He heard Penny gasp, he felt hands on him, people moving, talking.
Colt's voice: "Greta, apply pressure, stop the bleeding, get him bandaged! Phantom, Ash, carry him out! Nix! Back the van up!"
Lyle’s head felt fuzzy. Things started to look gray.
The last thing he heard was Colt's voice. "My VP's been shot! Get the van!"
Lyle frowned. April. He had seen her standing alive and well seconds before Lyle went down. He saw the night sky above him. He felt the cool cement beneath him. He felt hands on him. Were they angels taking him to heaven?
Colt’s voice in his ear. "That’s you, Papa Bear. You're promoted to VP. You took a bullet for me. I trust you, Lyle."
