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The pain of the hits radiating through my skull.
    “Fucking idiot!” I berate myself.
    I figure there’s no use in being in here feeling fucking sorry for myself, so I put my phone back in my pocket and walk out of my room down the hall and out into the clubroom. The music is blaring again, and I shake my head wishing this slight headache would ebb. I turn to see Chops going to town on Amie. She’s up on the pool table with her legs spread and his head is buried between them. She’s moaning out in pleasure and I curl my lip up and shake my head. The thing about Amie is she is barely legal. Her age is questionable at best. She’s got to be seventeen at the most. She’s new to the club and wants to impress, so she’ll spread her legs for anyone, even the filthy old men.
    I keep walking past the show and up at the bar to get a drink. Knucklehead is behind the bar, and so is Doug, but no FIM. I raise my eyebrow wondering where the new prospect is, I guess he’s on an errand.
    “Beer Steel?” Knucklehead asks. I nod and relax into the seat and lean my elbows on the bar and put my head in my hands. I feel shit about blowing Willow off, it’s making me tense, but I know I’ve done the right thing. I can’t imagine bringing her here to see Chops munging down on a new girl like that.
    “What’s got you spittin’ chips?” I jump in my seat as the voice appears from nowhere and startles me. Looking up, I see FIM has perched on a barstool next to me.
    What the fuck?
    “How the fuck did you sit down without me noticin’?” I ask raising an eyebrow to him. I’m normally extremely attuned to my surroundings, but I didn’t hear a fucking thing and he’s right next to me.
    “You didn’t hear me sit down?” he asks.
    “Um no? What the fuck man? Sneakin’ up on people… shit like that will get your arse shot around here.”
    “Like he needs another hole in his arse. Have you smelt this guy’s shit?” Doug asks making me crack up laughing.
    FIM rolls his eyes and slaps his brother across the arm. “Fuck off prick.”
    “No really, try living with him. I had to grow up with the bastard. Don’t ever feed him licorice. The day after… fuck me . Don’t even get me started on his dried apricot farts—”
    “Okay, okay, that’s enough. Fuck,” FIM says and I’m laughing so much my eyes are fogging up.
    “Shit guys, you two will get along here just fine.”
    “As long as Doug can get a handle on this head situation you have on the tap beer man, ‘cause you suck fucking shit at pouring beer, dude,” Knucklehead tells Doug and I smirk at him as he nods his head in understanding.
    “Yeah, I know. Never poured a beer in my life. Drunk plenty, though.”
    I smirk and shake my head thinking how lucky it was these two brothers came into Strapless right when we needed them.
    The club doors open and Cassius and Shogun run in, behind them Dad saunters in along with my brothers. They were outside in the compound smoking some durries. I gave up long ago. Well, honestly, I never really started. Mum never liked it, so I did right by her and never took up the habit. I tried it for about a month, but the taste never grew on me, and I just stopped. My brothers think I’m a joke. A biker who doesn’t smoke. But hey, at least I won’t need oxygen to breathe when they’re all eighty with emphysema.
    “Kid, we got church. I’m calling it in,” Dad yells out to me, as they all walk in behind him. Raising my eyebrows, I nod and skull back the dregs of my beer, heading over to the assembly room.
    I take up my seat to the left of Dad and everyone else sits in their usual spots. A thrill of excitement flows through me at sitting in my first church session as the VP. Cassius comes to my side and sits by my feet, it seems only fitting that he’s here with me now. I bend down and give him a pet while he nuzzles into my hand.
    Dad bangs the gavel and I look back up and sit back in the chair with my arms crossed. “Okay, church