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her own bike, like she could take care of the thing.” The old man chuckled and went to the bar to get a drink. A few other members were throwing darts, and Liz was back in her corner with Ax, her skirt hiked all the way up to show nothing but bare skin. If he thought it would be of any use he’d ask them to stop, but Ax treated Liz like a drug. She seemed to intoxicate him and turn his brain to mush.
     
    He decided it was time to call the meeting to order, so he grabbed a beer from the bartender and went to stand up on the karaoke stage. Putting his fingers to his lips, he let out a whistle that got everyone’s attention, and they began to find seats or at least permanent spots where they could see and hear Dante. Liz remained on Ax’s lap, and turned the chair sideways so they could both see.
     
    “So, I’d like to let you guys know that the repair shop we bought is doing much better under Billy’s care and the new manager. I have lots of ideas moving forward like customization, but I think we’ll need some extra help soon on weekdays if anyone would be willing to work a couple shifts. Come and let me know in the next couple of weeks.”
     
    Dante looked around at all the bored faces and felt instantly intimidated. It seemed to be getting worse instead of better. “Also, I have a possible contract for some private security. There’s about to be some filming for a major motion picture going on downtown, and they need some crowd control as well as individual security for some of the actors. It’s a big contract, so your cooperation is crucial and required. It’s going to take all of us to do this job. All those who really work hard at this will be greatly rewarded, but those who just fucking piddle around and don’t help with shit will be on notice.”
     
    He started getting more serious as he heard some groans from the crowd. It was really starting to piss him off the way they were disregarding his authority.
     
    “And one other thing, and I want all of you to open up your fucking ears and hear me. Like it or not I am your president, I am the fucking pirate king of this damn club, and what I say goes. Just because some of you think I’m softer than your last leader doesn’t mean you won’t be just as sorry for going against me.”
     
    He bunched his hands into fists and stepped off the stage, heading for the bar. He needed to chill the fuck out before he got so pissed that they would be right to mutiny against him.

Chapter 11
     
    “Diesel, Diesel, Diesel, Diesel!” Five or six people were chanting at their president, urging him to drink down the Irish car bomb he had just been handed. It had to be his fifth drink or so, and he had no intention of stopping. His family was turning against him, and it felt like shit. He just wanted to get smashed and forget all about it. It felt good to have some of them still cheering him on, seeing him as their fearless leader.
     
    The bar had officially opened for business other than the club, and Dante was beginning to regret telling Cynthia she had to stay away from the place. Half of the club had coupled up and found a dark corner or a back room to fuck in, and it was making him feel incredibly lonely. It seemed everyone had someone other than him. Even Billy, who was more than a decade younger had found a girl to call his old lady, and here he was, the president of an infamous motorcycle club, without anyone to call his own. No wonder they didn’t respect him.
     
    Growing up had been rough on the streets of Detroit. He’d been alone having to fend for himself for so long after his parents had given up on him. Admittedly, he hadn't been an easy teenager to manage, but the club had saved him from himself and the many other gangs that would have been a lot worse. He’d fallen right into the routine of being a member of Devil’s Pirates MC, and the vice president had taught him how to repair the bikes. It was how he had learned what he needed to start