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Ares and Hermes were playing pool, but have since stopped, while other members of the club come out from various rooms or rise from their seats and head back down the hallway toward the room where we hold church.
Cronos is the last person who’s supposed to be in the room, so he shuts the door behind him and takes a seat. Once Cronos is seated, my father slams the gavel on the table. “All right, now that everyone is here, we can finally get started.” My father keeps his eyes on Cronos, and it makes me feel like he’s a little bit irritated. Cronos was out, so of course, it was going to take him a little bit longer to get here.
“What are we discussing today, Prez?” Ares asks my father.
For a few moments, my father is silent, but he looks around the room. “I want to talk about something which will really expand the club. As you know, a lot of us are shackin’ up and settlin’ down with our women. Well, I think we need to make some changes around here. Specifically, we need to make sure we have enough room for everyone. My idea is that we build an apartment complex on the property. We have enough acreage to put as much as we need, honestly, but for now, I want one building.”
“Will one building be enough?” Hades, the VP of the club, asks.
My father nods. “Yeah. One building is three floors and can hold ten different units in it. Each unit would be three bedrooms and two bathrooms, with a dining room, living area, and a spacious kitchen.”
I know my father is trying to make sure we have enough room for our growing club, but all I’m seeing right now are dollar signs. “That’s going to cost a fortune, isn’t it?”
“A little less than a fortune, sure, but it’s something we can afford.” My father is really good with not overspending ever, so it doesn’t surprise me that we have the cash on hand to do something like this.
“How much are we talkin’?” Eros questions.
“With higher-end options, a little over three-hundred thousand. That’s with me using my connections to get wholesale pricing, by the way,” my father speaks up, letting everyone know he doesn’t want to build something shitty that isn’t going to hold up. I didn’t even know he had many construction slash builder connections, but I’m not complaining in the least bit. My father continues looking around the table, and some of my brothers look happy, while others aren’t as optimistic. “Listen, I know it’s a lot of money, but at the rate we’re going, everyone in the club is going to be off the property within the next couple of years. I don’t know about you, but I’m old school. I want to keep our members as close to the clubhouse as possible, and with everyone shackin’ up and havin’ babies, y’all are gonna roll out when you realize you need more room. So, I’m biting the bullet before anyone else can.”
Triton and Kratos, who both seemed uncertain at first, suddenly look very pleased.
“Yeah, I think you’re making a good point,” Hermes, our club Treasurer, adds.
“If we can afford it, I think we should go ahead and do it,” Ares comments.
“Prez, is that quote you just gave us with it being built, or is that just the materials?” Poseidon questions.
My father licks his lips, and I’ve got him. He’s nervous to tell us this part. “That’s for the materials. What I need from all of you is to help pitch in to build this. I’ll use outside contractors when we need to, but I want to save the club as much money as possible.”
“I’m all in,” Ares comments.
“Yeah, we might as well do it now,” Poseidon adds.
“It’s about damn time we expand around here,” Hermes replies.
Around the room, everyone agrees to my father’s proposition. It’s going to be a fuck of a lot of work, but I’m glad that we’re going to be making some changes around here. The club is only growing more through the years, and we’re biting the bullet early, honestly. I appreciate what my father is trying to do here, and I think in the long run, this is going to work out. We’re probably just going to be bitching and complaining the entire time we’re building this thing, but it’ll be well worth it in the end.
“Perfect. The apartment complex isn’t the only thing I wanted to talk to you about. There’s a more pressing matter that needs our attention. There’s a club in Atlanta that’s been rippling some waves in our water. The Burning Heretics MC,” my father pauses and looks around the room, waiting to see if anyone has heard anything about them. No one says a word, so he continues. “Word on the street is they’ve been causing some issues for the Steele family.” The Steele family are the largest gun runners and arms dealers in North America. Nothing happens without them knowing about it, and my father has known the family for a very, very long time.
“What’s the plan?” Hades inquires, leaning back in his seat.
“I want one of our younger men to infiltrate their club. If it’s one of us old timers, they’re going to realize who we are.” My father looks at Hades and then at Hermes, the two oldest members of the club besides him. “If one of our younger men gets close to them, they might be able to find out more. Jordan Steele hasn’t wanted to tell me too much, but I can figure out things for the most part.”
“Let me do it,” I blurt my words out, and everyone at the table seems surprised. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve never really shown any interest in doing anything like this in the past, but I need to do something monumental. I feel the desire deep in my bones. I have to do this. I just have to.
“Are you certain? This is going to be a long-term thing, son,” my father speaks up, and I nod without one ounce of hesitation.
“Yes. I don’t have a problem with it. It’s for the club, so one of us needs to step up.”
My father smiles at me in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever seen from him. He’s proud of me. He’s proud that I’m so willing to do this. “You’re going to have to lose the cut for a while. This is deep undercover work, Dion.”
“I understand. I can still keep riding my bike, though, right?” I laugh, and my brothers join in with me at the last bit.
“Yeah, of course. At least, if you’re smart, you still can. Make it seem like it’s a leisurely thing you do. You know?”
“Yep. I got it,” I comment.
I would hate losing my bike. I had it custom-built a couple of years back. It’s a black Harley Davidson CVO Street Glide with Lime Green flames running down the sides. The thing is basically my pride and fucking joy.
