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the other side of Bryant who was drowning himself in several shots of tequila, though he was probably only tipsy. Bryant was over six foot five and a pretty big guy. It took a lot to get him drunk.
     
    “Hey Bryant, what’s up?” he asked, trying to sound friendly. Bryant was always there for him, but he was increasingly annoyed with the way Diesel was choosing to make money for the club. It made him wonder if he was one of the members against him, but he had yet to hear any more than just a few grumbles from the big man.
     
    “Nothin, buddy, just quenching my thirst over here with Missy.” Bryant raised his glass to the female bartender that pretty much called the bar home. She was the same bartender that had served him and Cynthia the night they met.
     
    “You know, the two of you would make a great couple,” Liz chimed in, causing both Diesel and the bartender to break out in laughter. Bryant, however, shot her a glare after spitting half his shot out in shock. He didn’t seem to find the suggestion very funny.
     
    “Oh, c’mon man, can’t you take a joke?” Diesel teased, slapping him on the back. “But hey, can we talk for a moment?” he whispered into Bryant’s ear. Bryant nodded and set his shot glass down before walking away with his president to find a seat farther away from the rest of the club. Out of the corner of his eye, Diesel noticed a few more members coming in for their meeting.
     
    “Is there something going on within the club that I should know about? It’s been pretty rocky lately, and I’m not sure why. I was hoping my right hand man could help me out.” Diesel tried to flash an encouraging smile so that his VP would trust him with the truth no matter what it was. He really had to figure out where the heart of the animosity was or the club would crumble and so would his double life.
     
    “I don’t know, man. I’d be lying if I said everyone was happy with the direction we’re going. I mean, it just seems like it’s not a motorcycle club anymore. We're an MC, and we should be making money and chaos, you know? I don’t think everyone is wrapping their head around all this legal stuff. Even I'm getting a little bored... but hopefully it all work itself out, right?”
     
    Diesel tried to read Bryant’s face, but he got nothing, and Bryant wouldn’t meet his eyes. He was about to ask something else when he heard his name called and had to go meet the rest of the club that had now filled the bar. Billy had arrived with his old lady as well as most of the rest of the members. He could see Pops, the oldest member, coming through the crowd to get to him.
     
    “What the fuck is up, Diesel?” he asked with enthusiasm, slapping him on the shoulder. Pops was also a pretty big guy, but he was all bacon fat and loved every bit of being that way. Diesel got the feeling he was going to be sore from the slap later.
     
    “Not a whole lot, just here hanging with my family, waiting for everyone to grace us with their presence and all that shit. How about you?”
     
    “Actually, I was wanting to ask a favor. The old lady rode on my bike with me today cuz hers took a shit on her this morning. Not sure what’s going on with it, and you know I’m not the tinkering type. Would you mind giving it a look at some point and seeing what you can do? I’d really like my freedom back. I mean, I love her, but it’s just different with someone else on it, you know?” Dante nodded. He didn’t even know how Pops had landed a girlfriend. He had always been a free bird type, but Gem seemed to adore him and the life even though she was about to be sixty years old. She was one of the few women that hung with a club that had a bike of her own.
     
    “Yeah, if you could find a way to get it to that shop after the meeting or tomorrow morning, Billy and I will take a look. I’m sure it’s a pretty easy fix.”
     
    “Okay, I owe you one man. I always thought it was dumb as piss to let a woman have