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I have no idea how Presley would feel about this, but I also don’t plan on telling her much. I want her kept out of this. She doesn’t need more on her shoulders right now. “Yes. Dig into them. I can help. I don’t know a lot, but I can give you what I know.” I look at Rage. “I want to talk to her parents.”
He raises a brow at me. “What does Presley think about that?”
“Nothing because she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t need to know, either.”
Blade lets out a low whistle. “Look, not that I should be giving relationship advice, but isn’t that a horrible fucking idea? Shit, man, do you want her to hate you?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter. I don’t want her to know. She has too much to handle right now. She gets overwhelmed easily, and if for some reason they really do hate her or want nothing to do with her, I’d prefer she doesn’t have to deal with that. If things turn out differently, then I will figure out how to tell her. But I am making this call. If we agree to talk to them, it doesn’t leave this room. Presley is not to know.”
“Alright. We hear you, brother. No one will speak of it, but let it be known I am not happy about this,” Rage mutters.
I scoff, “Well, it’s a good thing it’s not your choice.”
They are starting to piss me off now. They don’t get how she is hanging on by a thread. One little thing and she will crumble. I am trying to fucking protect her. I won’t even tell her what happened to Josh because she would feel guilty about it, and she shouldn't.
“I want Nerds to look into her parents first. Depending on what we find with that, we can decide if we go talk with them or not. Axe, you will not go alone. Two of us will go with you. Help Nerds when you have time to and check back in. As for Ben, keep looking. I am going to call some other chapters we know and ask them to keep an eye open and ask around as well. Someone somewhere has to know something. He couldn’t have just disappeared on his own, and he is obviously in contact with someone.” Rage says.
“What about protection? Presley is not the only target now,” Sugar asks.
Rage runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “I’d like us all to be safe. Try to always ride in twos. The boys don’t go out without someone, and a prospect follows them to school. If Presley wants to go out, two of us go with her. Axe, talk with your guys and see if there is a lot going on at the shop. If they need to be there working this week, then we will have someone there with them and following them home but if they can get away with not needing to go in then I want the shop closed for now.”
I nod my head in agreement. “I think they should be able to just shut down. But I will check with them. Think Josh is good to go home?”
“I think so. But we can give him the choice. If he feels uncomfortable, then until this thing is over he can stay in a room here.”
We all agree that we will keep outings to a minimum, specifically for Presley. I don’t know how she will feel about it, but I hope she is okay with it since it’s for her own protection.
“Alright, since there is nothing else we can do about that right now, and since we are all already here, let's check in,” Rage orders. “Nerds, fill us in on how everything is going financially. Where are we at? Is there anything anyone needs to work on?”
“Everything actually looks really fucking good. Our businesses are doing well. Nothing is underperforming, and we are bringing in more than enough revenue right now. I know we talked a little bit a while ago about the diner and possibly expanding it. That is something we should start looking into soon.”
“Would we close the diner where it is and just reopen in a larger space?” Sugar asks.
“I thought about that, but I actually think we could keep the diner open and just open a second one that is bigger. We just have to find a building we can renovate.”
“Sugar, have you thought anymore about the construction stuff? Do you want to get it going or hire someone else to do it?”
“I’d like to get it goin’. We can hire outside help, but we can test it with us first. We have Stone’s home to start on soon, and then findin’ somethin’ for a larger diner. We might as well test it out, and I don’t mind bein’ in charge of it.”
We continue to run through a few routine things we have to go over.
Rage speaks, “Alright, is there anything else that we need to talk about today?”
Most everyone shakes their heads or says no.
“Yeah, one more thing,” I say. All eyes turn to me. “Presley is my ol’ lady. I want to make it official. I know we haven’t had any ol’ ladies around here since our parents were running this place—”
“That doesn’t change anything. I have already made sure that our ‘property of’ jackets are ready to go. We just have to get her your name and hers put on it. But as you also know, everyone has to vote on it. With so many other things that topped this going on since my father died, we haven’t had a chance to discuss it so we can do it now.”
Rage glances at Sugar, who nods his head encouragingly.
“Quite a few of you were around when my dad was alive and the prez, whether as a member or just hanging around the club, so you know how horrible he was. For those of you that don’t know, you’re about to find out. It has been a tradition at SOS since before I was born to vote on whether or not your ol’ lady could become one. I would like to remove that. I think it is a great idea to always discuss it, but in the end, it is your choice, and there shouldn’t be a vote. I also say this because in the past, the vote wasn’t just for you and your ol’ lady. The vote usually took place after the ranking officers ran a train on the woman. They would rape her, one right after the next, and then vote, with her still strapped down and listening on how good her pussy was and if it was good enough for that member to have forever.”
“Didn’t most of them cheat on their ladies, though? Why would that matter?” Blade asks. He has his blade out and is twirling it between his fingers, with his other hand clenched into a fist.
Most of the brothers look disgusted or enraged. Like they wish they could go back in time and kill all these fuckers. I knew that some kind of initiation happened, but I had no idea it wasthat. Bile riles in my throat as I think about the women that have been hurt in this building. Think about Presley—no.
We do a lot of good now, but in the end, all the good we do will never make up for all the bad things this club has done. It is really fucking sad because now we are creating something amazing, and some people will forever fear us because of old horror stories they hear.
