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“I do,” Ace spoke, and before everyone’s eyes, a knife appeared in his hands. Ace flicked it through his fingers.
“You’re not an officer, you can’t. None of you assholes are.”
“I am, and so’s he. We second Drake,” Apache interrupted and nodded at Fish.
Fish grunted an agreement.
“As first gen, I demand a vote. I nominate Drake, who the fuckin’ club should have gone to a long fuckin’ time ago,” Axel boomed.
“Strange that, Axel,” Drake stated, pulling an envelope from his cut and throwing it on the table.
“What, son?”
Everyone watched as Bulldog paled when he witnessed Drake pull some paper out of the envelope.
“I burnt that,” he snarled.
“You burnt one copy.” Drake grinned. “My Da saw the fucked-up shit you wanted to do. He wasn’t stupid.”
“What the fuck is that?” Texas asked, reaching forward.
Prince stabbed a knife in the paperwork before Texas could grab it.
“Touch it and lose a hand,” Prince warned.
Prince was staying loyal to Bulldog.
Slick shifted slightly to cover him.
“That’s Da’s will and testament, appointing Texas as Rage’s guardian and pres until I reached twenty. You, Texas, should have been president, not Bulldog.”
Texas stepped back and eyed everyone around the table.
“Your da couldn’t leave the position like that,” Texas argued.
“Nope, but he made his feelings fuckin’ clear, and at the time of his death, greed didn’t control this MC. Drugs, arms, and whores did not run this fuckin’ MC. You’d have won the vote,” Drake snapped.
“Enough bullshit. I call for the vote,” Ace said into the silence that fell.
“For Drake to take over,” Axel bellowed.
“You won’t win.” Bulldog shook his head. “I own this club. No one wants a fuckin’ cut in money.”
“Nobody has too. Garage, store, shop, and bar bring in more cash. Everyone knows it. I’m calling a vote, so fuckin’ vote,” Drake roared, leaning forward and gazing around the sanctum.
Axel stood to take votes. Slick kept a sharp eye on his back. As the only first gen left, Axel had the power and clout needed to force the issue, which meant the big guy was vulnerable.
“Be easier to take sides,” Ghost said. “Rather than sit here and listen to bullshit as Bulldog bullies people. Over that side goes Bulldog for pres. Here for Drake.”
Slick gazed at Ghost suspiciously. Ghost often kept quiet, and most of them found the man mysterious. Private and protective around his daughter, for a start.
“When I win, I’ll fuckin’ excommunicate the lot of you,” Bulldog rasped.
“Me too,” Drake sneered, taking his place.
Every brother was present tonight. It’s why Drake forced the issue. He confidently had fourteen people. At once, real Rage stood behind him, including Axel.
Prof, Archer, and Hammer hesitated, then walked to Drake.
