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Jameson nodded. "I think he'd be a good Enforcer. I need you to keep an eye on him, Knuckles. Some of my men want to see him buried six feet under for what he did."
"That bad?" Knuckles asked.
"Yup."
"I'll do what I can," Knuckles said.
Jameson glanced at Grim as he spoke the few last goodbyes. "We miss you, brother."
"Same. I'll figure out a way to head on over soon. Father King here gave me a sweet deal, and it's hard for me to leave. But Dayanara... hell, Elrick, she's pregnant again."
"Again? Didn't you two just have a baby?" Jameson asked.
I thought of my last lovemaking session with Snare and placed a hand over my belly.
Knuckles chuckled heartily, bringing a small smile to my face. "I can't seem to keep my hands off her."
"Hell, Knuckles. Congratulations."
"I'll take care of your man, brother."
"I appreciate that." Jameson said.
"We'll talk soon?" Knuckles asked.
"Absolutely," he said firmly, fixing his eyes on me as soon as he hung up. "I'll have Riddick take you. We still have to clear things out with the members, and then we'll leave it up to Snare to decide what he wants to do."
I grabbed his hands again, and despite his hesitation, I ignored it and expressed my gratitude. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
After being escorted out, I was led to a comfortable and tidy bedroom upstairs. A prospect member kindly brought me a sandwich and a coke, which I accepted with gratitude. "It's the best I could manage," he said.
Whispering my thanks, I felt overwhelmed by the generosity of these men who were providing me with food, shelter, and safety in my time of need. The news that the National President of the Royal Bastards MC had decided to release Snare added to the hope I felt. I drifted off to sleep, cocooned by a sense of peace.
24
JAMESON
We were gatheredin the clubhouse during church, with several members on the phone, including Ripper, Kingpin, Malice, and Tires. We all know that what had gone down in the last couple weeks was a fucking shitshow on both sides. Snare's fate with the RBMC hung in the balance as Grim and I made our final decision after further questioning and hearing from Catalina. We knew that our members wouldn't be pleased with our decision.
Ripper's voiceboomed through the speaker. "You can't fucking be serious!"
I responded sternly,"Watch your tone with me, Ripper. I don't care what your men want. It was a legitimate accident."
Ripper didn't back down."I'll keep my fucking tone. Putting a bullet in his head was not an accident. That motherfucker intended to do that."
Snare,standing next to me, added, "Just like your man intended to slash my woman's throat."
Silence fellover the room as everyone looked at me. "We're taking a vote. Those who want Snare stripped of his patch, make it known."
Ninety percentof the members raised their hands, with the exception of Riddick, who remained loyal to his friend, sitting with his hands folded in front of him. The members on the phone all agreed.
I nodded firmly."Votes heard. Snare, I remove you from your title of Prospect. You had a promising future here, and I feel partially responsible for what's happened. However, you made your own choices. As punishment, you're stripped of your colors and are no longer under the protection of the Royal Bastards. Catalina Solano will be taken care of, and we'll be sending her out with Riddick."
Snare looked at me in disbelief. “That’s it?”
“Did you expect something else?”
“Well, yeah. I expected you to put me six feet under.”
