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Hugging me she said, “I will see you in a few days. Try to relax on your days off.”

“Thanks for the ride.” I got out and walked to my front door.

I just pray that it wouldn’t be too bad.

CHAPTER 6

Breaker

“FUCK!!” I shouted as I punched the wall. Bloodying up my knuckles. I hated people who beat on helpless women. It reminded me of when my mom’s boyfriend used to knock her around and finally one day he killed her. That motherfucker is in jail now. I testified against him. Now he can rot in jail. That’s the only good thing about the law.

I may be an outlaw biker but there are some laws I don’t break.

I fell asleep thinking about kissing Charlotte. That girl’s gonna be mine.

The next day while sitting in the room we held church in, Tank walked in after I sent him text wanting him to meet me in here.

Running a hand through my hair and down my face. I turned to him. “Tank, church in 10. I only want leadership in there.”

“Got it Pres.”

I heard him walk into the clubhouse and yell church for leadership only. I needed to call a meeting because our treasurer Rock found some discrepancies in the money being handled at one of the tattoo shops. It seems like someone is stealing. No one steals from the Corrupted Saints.

I try to run clean businesses as fronts. Of course, we do some illegal things but the up and up businesses bring in a shit load of money. Our club owns two tattoo shops, a strip club, an auto shop, a cleaning business and a custom motorcycle shop. We also deal in transporting cargo for other people, trade in guns, and run security among other things. We have our hands in some local law enforcement as well. Money talks in this dirty world we live in.

I am sitting at the head of the table and I can’t stop thinking about Charlotte. I realize now her eyes were familiar because they belong to that motherfucker brother of hers. They have the same violet eyes except hers are sad and his are full of hate. I don’t know why I keep thinking about her but there is something about her that makes me want to protect her and fuck her too. Not to mention that she is beautiful and doesn’t seem to notice it. I wish I could see what she looks like without all those baggy clothes on. I wonder why a doctor has such ratty clothes, they make a lot of money.

I am brought out of my thoughts by the guys sitting down. The guys in front of me are the men I trust most. They live by the same rules that I do and we would all die for one another.

“Alright guys, Rock here found some discrepancies in the money at Saints Tattoo. Rock, why don’t you explain.” Rock is the treasurer and resident nerd. He takes care of the money and he is also the best hacker and all around computer nerd. He doesn’t look it though, he and Buzz could be brothers but they aren’t, they are cousins. Both of them served in the military but Rock was in the Navy and doesn’t talk about it much.

I looked over to Rock and nodded. “Okay guys, I was looking over the profit and loss and noticed that we were doing way more tattoos than there was money coming in. Whoever did this thought they could hide the fact that there was less profit by saying they bought supplies. They are shit heads because I went down there and there was actually no supplies and one of the tattoo artists was complaining she needed supplies. I asked her what the fuck was going on and she said she had been trying to get Crash to buy supplies but he never did,” Rock said.

My first were clenching. I don’t like being stolen from and whoever was doing it was gonna pay. I made sure all my brothers were covered with money and they all had jobs. Everyone got their cut from the business as long as they were loyal and worked hard for the club. That Crash mother fucker is gonna pay if it turns out he is stealing. He is already on my shit list for that peckerhead prospect trying to beat Charlotte and there was talk he was seen hanging with the Death Riders MC. Corrupted Saints and the Death Riders don’t get along ever since they tried to take over my territory. Crash better pray he wasn’t stealing from me for those fuckers.

Rock continued, “I don’t like to point fingers but I think Crash is stealing the money and giving it to the Death Riders. Has anyone noticed how he seems a little cracked out? I think he might be using again and using the money from the shop to fix his little habit. He also has that prospect with the crazy eyes.”

“Motherfucker is gonna pay if it is true,” said Buzz my Sargent in Arms, slamming his fist on the table.

“Calm down brother, I am not gonna point fingers unless we have proof. I don’t believe in pointing fingers unless we know a hundred percent he is a traitor to the club.”

“What do you suggest then, Breaker,” said Tank.

“I think we need to set up a security system off the record and see what happens. I also want a tail on him to see if he is talking to the Death Riders. Also get the girl her supplies and we wait and see what happens. I don’t want anyone that isn’t in this room finding out,” I said.

They all said a collective “Got it.”

“Alright Rock, let’s do a rundown of the other businesses,” I said.

Rock began to go through all the financials of the other businesses. Everything was running smoothly. We had a security job coming up for a cartel wanting to transport. We weren’t hurting for money by any means but we did jobs to keep up alliances.

I turned to Winger, my Road Captain, “Winger, I want you to take a group of men and run security for this deal.”

Winger nodded. “I don’t want any hiccups and you take the prospects with you,” I said.

“Pres, what are we gonna do about that fucker who punched Charlotte,” asked Tank.

My fists clenched. I slammed the gavel. “Meeting adjourned, Tank, hold up. Everyone else go. Winger, I want updates on how everything goes.” He nodded.

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