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When the vote is clearly in favour, I stand, and Sam walks over to me, looking stunned. I hug him, pounding his back.
“Proud of you, Sam. You’ll make a phenomenal President,” I tell him.
Sam walks away and back to his seat. Waiting until he’s seated, I tell him, “Think on who you want to support you and bring it to the table at the next meeting.”
“I already know,” Sam surprises me by saying. I’m not the only one surprised by the looks being exchanged around the table.
“Are we doing this now then?” I query.
Sam catches the eye of his generation, and when they all nod, I sit back in my chair. I’m not surprised that they all seem to know their positions already. The second generation has always been an organised unit. “Fuck,” I declare. “Okay then, if everyone’s on board, let’s do this shit. Brothers, you all good with this?”
Church echoes with resounding ‘aye’s.’
Turning towards Sam, “Okay, Sam. Go ahead. Who are you putting in what positions and your reasons? If everyone is in agreement, we’ll get patches made and training will start next week.”
Sam stands and says, “Thanks, Pres,” before turning to address the table. “Some of you may be surprised by the choices, but we’ve,” he waves a hand at his closest brothers, “always known what they will be, and we’re good with the choices.” Sam looks around the table. I’m so fucking proud of him. I wasn’t lying when I told him he was going to make a phenomenal President.
“I’m going to start with Beau. I think we all know he’s the money man; he’ll be shadowing Dragon as Treasurer. We don’t have a Secretary, but he’s happy to take on that role if he needs to. Booker and Brice as enforcers. They’ll be with Hawk and Navy.” He gets nods at both of those. There were no surprises there.
“The next choices may surprise you as I know most of you thought you knew who I would choose as my Vice President. It’s probably out of all the officer positions the most important because of the amount of responsibility involved in it. Draco makes it look easy, but I know it’s not.
“The brother I want for this position doesn’t know that I chose him years ago. I’ve asked all my brothers from my generation their thoughts, and it was unanimously agreed upon.”
Sam hesitates and lets his words sink in as he looks at each of his brothers. I’m not sure where this is going with only Alec and Ben left up for positions. We’d all assumed it would be Alec.
“This brother,” Sam continues, “is a quiet brother. He’s kind, calm in all situations, and always puts others above himself, even when he shouldn’t. He’s the glue that holds us together, checking in and making sure we’re all doing okay. He’ll make afucking amazing Vice President. For this position, we all agree that Ben is our choice.”
The room fucking erupts with hoots and hollers. Ben’s shocked face has me smiling. Sam pulls him up and hugs him, saying something to him that has him smiling. Alec is there straight after, hugging and pounding on Ben’s back. I have to agree I didn’t see it coming, but Ben is the better choice.
“Fuck, brother, I’m surprised, but it’s the right choice,” Draco echoes my thoughts.
I’ll get to Ben in my time and congratulate him. Whistling loudly, I wait for the room to quiet and for Sam to continue. “I’m guessing from that reaction that you’re all surprised, but Ben is the best choice for the position, which means Alec is our Sergeant at Arms, a position he’s more than happy with. Ben, I’m proud to have you as my VP.”
“Jesus,” Ben wipes a hand over a shell-shocked face. “I don’t know what to say. Alec?” he turns towards Alec.
“Nope,” Alec tells him, putting his hands up. “I don’t want it. You and Sam can be in charge. You both already are anyway. It’s just that you don’t realise it yet. We naturally fall into our places when we ride as a group.”
Ben swallows, “Then I accept.”
“Fanfuckingtastic,” Sam responds. “You’ll be with Draco from next week, and Alec, you’re with Onyx.”
When everyone nods, I know that Church is done, and a new era has started. We’ll do whatever we needed to get them ready for whatever comes their way. It won’t be for a few years yet, but eventually.
“Now that’s sorted. Is there any other business?”
When all answer ‘nay,’ I pick up the gavel.
Before I end Church, I need to tell my other son something because it’s not words he ever expects, but he always appreciates them. “Ben,” when he turns towards me, I tell him, “proud of you, son.”
His answering smile and nod are all I need.
Banging the gavel on the table, I order the rest of the rabble, “Right, brothers, let’s go have a beer and celebrate the fact that our girls are safe, and our family is growing. To brotherhood.”
“To brotherhood!” they shout back, pounding on the table.
“To family.”
“To family!” they roar loudly, still pounding.
