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explosive he¡¯d be, but Tank grabbed his forearm to stop him. ¡°We don¡¯t have time to

cause another big scene and Rooster isn¡¯t gonna keep covering for your crazy ass¡ªwe¡¯ve

got business to discuss.¡±

Tank, the club President, was the only man who could command respect from all

members. Even Hollywood, who was older than Tank by several years, listened to him

obediently.

¡°About time,¡± Crow, our treasurer, grunted as he slid into the free seat next to

Hollywood. ¡°Tired of the guys simping over some whore.¡±

¡°Your envy is showing, Crow,¡± Maverick said with a grin as he slid next to him. He was

a newer member who followed Archer¡¯s orders as his road captain. ¡°Maybe if you weren¡¯t

such an asshole, you¡¯d have some luck with women.¡±

¡°Why the fuck do you think I¡¯d want to have some leech on me, sucking my wallet

dry?¡± Crow asked.

¡°¡¯Cause if you got your dick sucked once in a while, you wouldn¡¯t be such a dick.¡±

¡°You think that¡¯ll help him?¡± Hollywood chuckled. ¡°I¡¯ve known Crow half my life and

no matter how many lap dances and private rooms I¡¯ve got him, he ain¡¯t ever gonna

change.¡±

Maverick rolled his eyes. ¡°So, we gotta put up with it?¡±

¡°Maverick, shut the hell up,¡± Tank said, making Maverick shrink in his seat and Crow

look smug. ¡°If you¡¯re too much of a pussy to handle Crow, get the fuck out of here.¡±

An evil glimmer shined in Crow¡¯s silver eyes and Maverick lowered his head to his

drink and muttered, ¡°Sorry, Tank.¡±

¡°Good,¡± Tank said. ¡°Rebels, we have a problem on our hands.¡±

Our President wasn¡¯t the biggest man in the world, in fact, he was shorter than all of

us and became thinner with age, but that didn¡¯t make him any less fierce. His dark brown

hair was getting gray and his eyes were almost black but filled with stories you knew

would haunt you. But he didn¡¯t become President because of strength or death count¡ªhe

became President because he was cunning, wise, and always seemed to make the right

choice. After a hundred times of him being correct, we¡¯d learned to basically blindly trust

him.