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Authors: L Wilder, Brooke Asher
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“We’re done here, Duce. No need for any more of this bullshit. You’ll have to find another supplier. We’ve had a decent run of it while it lasted, but I’m not interested in continuing this shit anymore. This conversation is over. Get on your bike and head out,” Bishop continued as he motioned to the door.
“This is far from over, Bishop. You just opened the gates of hell. Your MC released an inferno, and now you’re gonna burn ,” Duce hissed as he began to walk out the door with his men.
“Bring it on. You don’t wanna fuck with me, asshole,” Bishop said vehemently.
Bishop told his brothers to keep an eye out for the next few weeks. He knew that Duce was a hothead, and there would be trouble after their meeting. They would need to be prepared for whatever came their way. Crack Nut Bobby upgraded their security system and cameras, so they would be able access the cameras at any time from their cell phones. He ordered a fourteen foot security swing gate to be installed that included the new addition to the garage. The gate could be operated by a central keypad with a code or from the app installed on each of the club member’s phones. Ten motion sensors and exterior lights were installed throughout the property. Bobby set up a 32-inch widescreen LCD monitor in his room at the clubhouse, so he would be able to keep an eye on things. He’d always had a way with gadgets. What he lacked in common sense, he made up for with his expertise in technology. He truly had a gift with computers, and he made hacking look easy. He couldn’t tell you what he had for lunch that day, but he could defragment, reimage, and black hat with the best of them. He had a knack for breaking into computer systems and provided the club with information about surrounding clubs whenever they needed it.
Once the security upgrades were in place, Bishop felt better about starting the remodel of the garage. The crew he hired was costly, but they were known for being the best in the area. He needed them to complete the expansion quickly and needed to know that it would be done the right way. The head contractor built the existing garage, so he knew what Bishop expected from them. He wanted his place to provide restorations they all could be proud of.
As he made his way into the garage, he found Goliath and Doc working on a vintage 1946 Harley Davidson Knucklehead. The brake system needed a complete overhaul, and the owner wanted to change the paint color from teal to red. The pinstripes would be gold and black, and new fenders would be added for a clean, classic look.
“This is a sweet ride. How much longer until Renegade starts working on the paint?” Bishop asked as he inspected the bike. “He needs to be careful with that sandblaster. Some of these weaker spots will need to be done by hand,” Bishop told Doc.
“We’re almost done removing these beat up fenders, and we had to order some parts for the brake system. We’ll start the disassembly this afternoon and will be ready for Renegade to start by morning,” Doc replied.
Goliath removed the front fender and turned to Bishop, “I see that your crew has started working on the shop. Those sorry ass tarps they put up don’t block out any of that damn noise. We’ve been hearing hammering and drilling all morning. It’s gonna suck hearing all that shit for the next few months.”
“Seriously? You listen to that shit all day long. Shouldn’t be any different from what you hear in here every day. Stop bitching and get back to work,” Bishop said to Goliath. “Besides, it will all be worth it in a few weeks when you’re working on a 1967 Mercury Cougar. I just bought one up in Kentucky, and I’ll be sending one of the prospects to pick it up in a couple of weeks.”
“Yep, I’m good with that. Looks like Crack Nut got us some fancy security shit. Pretty cool stuff. I still can’t figure how such a numb nut can do all that shit,” Goliath said with a
“We’re done here, Duce. No need for any more of this bullshit. You’ll have to find another supplier. We’ve had a decent run of it while it lasted, but I’m not interested in continuing this shit anymore. This conversation is over. Get on your bike and head out,” Bishop continued as he motioned to the door.
“This is far from over, Bishop. You just opened the gates of hell. Your MC released an inferno, and now you’re gonna burn ,” Duce hissed as he began to walk out the door with his men.
“Bring it on. You don’t wanna fuck with me, asshole,” Bishop said vehemently.
Bishop told his brothers to keep an eye out for the next few weeks. He knew that Duce was a hothead, and there would be trouble after their meeting. They would need to be prepared for whatever came their way. Crack Nut Bobby upgraded their security system and cameras, so they would be able access the cameras at any time from their cell phones. He ordered a fourteen foot security swing gate to be installed that included the new addition to the garage. The gate could be operated by a central keypad with a code or from the app installed on each of the club member’s phones. Ten motion sensors and exterior lights were installed throughout the property. Bobby set up a 32-inch widescreen LCD monitor in his room at the clubhouse, so he would be able to keep an eye on things. He’d always had a way with gadgets. What he lacked in common sense, he made up for with his expertise in technology. He truly had a gift with computers, and he made hacking look easy. He couldn’t tell you what he had for lunch that day, but he could defragment, reimage, and black hat with the best of them. He had a knack for breaking into computer systems and provided the club with information about surrounding clubs whenever they needed it.
Once the security upgrades were in place, Bishop felt better about starting the remodel of the garage. The crew he hired was costly, but they were known for being the best in the area. He needed them to complete the expansion quickly and needed to know that it would be done the right way. The head contractor built the existing garage, so he knew what Bishop expected from them. He wanted his place to provide restorations they all could be proud of.
As he made his way into the garage, he found Goliath and Doc working on a vintage 1946 Harley Davidson Knucklehead. The brake system needed a complete overhaul, and the owner wanted to change the paint color from teal to red. The pinstripes would be gold and black, and new fenders would be added for a clean, classic look.
“This is a sweet ride. How much longer until Renegade starts working on the paint?” Bishop asked as he inspected the bike. “He needs to be careful with that sandblaster. Some of these weaker spots will need to be done by hand,” Bishop told Doc.
“We’re almost done removing these beat up fenders, and we had to order some parts for the brake system. We’ll start the disassembly this afternoon and will be ready for Renegade to start by morning,” Doc replied.
Goliath removed the front fender and turned to Bishop, “I see that your crew has started working on the shop. Those sorry ass tarps they put up don’t block out any of that damn noise. We’ve been hearing hammering and drilling all morning. It’s gonna suck hearing all that shit for the next few months.”
“Seriously? You listen to that shit all day long. Shouldn’t be any different from what you hear in here every day. Stop bitching and get back to work,” Bishop said to Goliath. “Besides, it will all be worth it in a few weeks when you’re working on a 1967 Mercury Cougar. I just bought one up in Kentucky, and I’ll be sending one of the prospects to pick it up in a couple of weeks.”
“Yep, I’m good with that. Looks like Crack Nut got us some fancy security shit. Pretty cool stuff. I still can’t figure how such a numb nut can do all that shit,” Goliath said with a
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