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I wipe the blood on my lip with my thumb.
Gear barrels over and places his hands on his knees. He’s fighting something big and I wanna know what it is.
“Gear, meet me in my office,” I call out to him. I’m not looking for him to disobey me.
Nah. We got shit we need to discuss.
I pull out my phone from my pocket as I walk through the brothers who are clapping me on the back and all that shit. It’s after one in the morning and I’m feeling every bit of it.
I get to my office and sit in my chair. Next to my desk, is a mini-fridge filled with bottled waters and bottles of beer. Just how I like it!
Gear strolls into my office and snags the water I have pushed across the desk.
“Care to tell me what the fuck that was out there?” I bark out.
“Sorry, prez. I just found out some shit and I’m struggling.”
“What’s up?”
He plops down in the chair in front of me and places one of his ankles on the other leg’s knee. “My sister just overdosed on some shit and now everywhere I turn, someone else is doin’ so shit. I don’t know, prez. I know why we gotta help people and shit, but who helped her?”
I nod and drain the rest of my water. “Gear, I know that shit sucks. Gina’s not a regular druggie who needed to be bailed out. She’s a young woman who bought Adderall. That’s it,” I explain. “I’m not sayin’ that shit can’t be abused, but she’s takin’ it to study. If she keeps fuckin’ up, I won’t help her again.”
Gear shrugs. “Shit just can get so complicated and I hate it.”
“Yeah, well, we gotta do what we gotta do.”
It’s not until I’m crawling into my bed at the clubhouse that I remember I was supposed to track down Maucho. Fuck!
