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“Yo, you ready for another wild night?” Tark asks intently, coming around his bike just to slap the shit out of my arm, making me wince.

“Every night is a wild night. It’s the daytime that keeps me on my toes.” I return his slap with one of my own, winking at him. “Are the others here?”

“Yeah, everyone should be here. You know you’re the only one that likes to make an entrance to your own establishment.” He smirks, flashing a shit eating grin. “Did you see all the fine-ass women out there?”

“Hell yeah. We gettin’ some pussy tonight!” I yell, grabbing my crotch as we enter the club.

“Amen, bro. Let’s see what the night brings.” Tark says, whistling as a group of ladies brush past him.

I welcome the distraction, because night after night, this is what my life has come to.

Partying.

Drinking.

Fucking.

Repeat.

“Dude, judging by the scowl on your face, you're thinking about leftovers for dinner or that stupid bitch crossed your mind.” My brother Saxon says, walking up to me, slapping a hand across the back of my neck, roughly pulling me towards him.

“Fuck her.” I mumble, cringing at the thought of my ex. I nod to Tito, one of the bouncers, on my way in. “She doesn’t deserve a minute of my time. It was this asshole to my left that put the sour taste in my mouth.”

“The fuck would you do that for, Tark? You know she’s a touchy subject for him.” Saxon says, laughter upon his lips as he shares a look with Tark. “Even after this much time has passed, he still can’t get a steady woman in or out of his bed.” Saxon laughs again, earning him a punch to the gut. “What the fuck was that for?”

“Because you’re a thorn in my side. The bane of my existence, and you have the audacity to laugh becauseIcan’t get a steady woman inmybed. Let’s have a look atyourbed, better yet, your track record.” I start when he opens his mouth to speak, but Ishut that shit right the fuck down. “I’m not finished. Youneverhave a woman in your bed, why is that, Brother?”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Brother like we’re Damon and Stephan fromThe Vampire Diaries.” He laughs, because it’s our normal routine. “I have a woman in my bed, alright. None of you know her, and I plan to keep it that way until I’m fucking ready.”

The sly bastard.

All this time, I thought he might have been gay. Nothing wrong with that but I’ll be damned if I let the pot call the kettle black without reason.

“Is that so, we’re gonna need proof. I’ll run it by the rest of the guys and see what they think about that.” Bustin’ balls is one of the things I’m good at.

As we make it to our usual spot, we hear catcalls, hoops, and hollering from people like we’re celebrities.

“Alright, alright, keep that shit to a minimum.” Tark laughs, walking by to go meet and dap up the rest of the crew. “Nice to see all your ugly mugs here.”

“You act like it’s not our nightly ritual.” I say. As President of our motorcycle club, it’s a little speech I give sometimes before we party. “We do what we can to keep the streets clean and safe for the children of our future, we provide jobs for those that the system deems unworthy to work in a society that says fuck the lower class, and we give back to our community.” The club is filled with shouts of excitement as it bounces off the walls by the waves. “You see, The Anarchy Saints Motorcycle Club of New York don’t follow no man's laws.” Cheers erupt from the crowd. “Clive made this motorcycle club what it started out to be, and we made it what it is today. We run a close knit operation that others want to get their hands on, but never will, because they aren’t us.”

When Clive first formed the motorcycle club, nobody knew the first thing about nothing. Two wet behind the ears boys that wanted to make a name for themselves in a world that would chew us up and spit us out in the blink of an eye.

Both our fathers were taken from us before we hit puberty. Having no one to teach us the right way to be a man, we were on our way to being six feet under by the time we were eighteen.Our mothers did the best they could with our wild asses, but there’s nothing like having the love and hard hand of a father to set us straight. We met each other in juvie. Naturally we didn’t hit it off at first, and we got into more fights than I like to admit, but it shaped us into what we needed to be.

“Drug lords, crime bosses, hell even the dirty cops want a piece ofourpie.” I yell, grabbing my crotch again as a fuck you to those other guys that aren’t us. “They’ll just keep wishing to be where we are because they can and will never accomplish what The Anarchy Saints have.” I say, walking around the club, shaking the partygoers’ hands, kissing the ladies’ knuckles as I speak. “So, eat and drink until you can’t no more because the night has just begun.” Ending my speech with a bow, I head to our table and sit down.

I do one of the things I do best, sit back, watch, and observe. Glancing around, two familiar faces that haven’t graced our presence since Hector was a pup, come into view. I stand to greet them when I see them coming over. “What up, Abel?” Killian and Dougary say, as each of them pulls me in for a hug.

“Chillin’, working, partying. You know me.” I chuckle, sitting back down, motioning for them to do the same.

To say it’s been awhile is an understatement. They went away to college, Harvard to be exact. Smart, little fuckers were on their way to making something of themselves. They’ve single-handedly created gasoline that we use to make our top-notch cocaine less toxic for users. Meaning, the high is still poignant,but rather than using one hundred percent gasoline or even crude oil that serves as a bootleg gasoline, they’ve developed plant-based gasoline that will still produce some of the purest cocaine.

“Living our dream, eh, Abel?” Dougary laughs as he takes a seat. Leaning close to me, whispering for my ears only, “You sure you’re okay?” Fuck me. Not this shit from them, too. I haven’t seen them in forever and this is what they’re worried about?

Groaning, running my hand along my beard, I force myself to answer. “I don’t know how to say this so thateveryoneis on the same page as me. Fuck thatbitch. Alright? I got over her the same day she didn’t show up to her own fucking wedding. End of mother fucking story.” I hear Killian snort before I see Dougary trying to hide his smile behind his hand. “Fuck the both of you, I’m going get a drink.”

Excusing myself, I get up and leave, but not before I hear them snickering and laughing as I walk away.

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