Page 70 of Redemption

“Excuse me?” Chicago asks, standing up. “What the fuck are you saying?”

“I won’t speak for anyone else, but I’m about thirty seconds from ripping the Black Valley patch off and walking,” Psycho says.

The original Griffin’s Beach men nod and stand in solidarity.

“Is that right?”

The disbelief and challenge in his tone pisses Psycho off even more. Grabbing his phone, he dials, putting it on speaker before tossing it on the table.

“Jennings.”

“Hey, Pres,” he says. “Hopefully you don’t have anything planned for any of our rooms in Griffin’s Beach yet. We might have half this charter coming home tonight.”

“What’s going on?” he asks with a sigh.

Creeper’s hands shake as he walks over to stand next to him. “These motherfuckers decided to bring the idea of going after Slasher women and children to a vote.”

“What?” Jennings shouts. The phone shifts, and he mumbles to the others to head into the Chapel. “Say that again. I have most of us here.”

“Chicago’s about to call a vote on whether we attack the families of the Slashers,” Waylon says.

West laughs. “Then they had the balls to question Psycho’s loyalty to the club when he said he wasn’t going after innocents.”

Fox snorts. “We haven’t even voted on this yet.”

“And you fucking won’t!” VP shouts. “My daughter was targeted last night. And her kids.”

“All the more reason to show them we’re not going to take this lying down,” Tito says. “I don’t understand you people.”

“We don’t hurt women and kids!” Rocco shouts. “We make the motherfuckers who do pay for that shit.”

Chicago hits the gavel on the table. “We’re not asking for permission, Jennings!”

“You bring this to a vote, I’m out,” Creeper says. “I’m back with Griffin’s Beach and will never step foot in Black Valley again.”

“We aren’t blowing smoke here, Dallas,” Doc says. “I won’t take part in this.”

Psycho takes off his leather and grabs his pocket knife. With swift precision, he cuts off his officer patch and tosses it to Chicago. “I’m fucking done. Lacey and I will live in the goddamned clubhouse back home if we need to. This is fucking stupid. Take your patch and shove it up your goddamned ass.”

“Chicago, this doesn’t go to a vote,” Jennings shouts. “Shut it down now!”

“Jennings, I get you’re used to being the only President, but that’s not-”

“Get your fucking Rising leather dusted off because this won’t happen with any man rocking the Drifter patch. We’ll cut all association with you, including shipments, and you’ll have no support from us. What little progress you’ve made with your enemies will be undone so fast you won’t know what happened before you’re buried six feet under. See how fucking far your bullshit entitled attitude gets you then.”

Psycho smirks. The anger in Jennings rarely makes an appearance, but when it does, watch out. He’ll slit someone’s goddamned throat.

“You can’t just do that,” Fox says.

VP laughs. “Fucking watch us.”

“This ain’t how shit’s done,” Shep shouts. “We tried to teach you assholes, but you’re clearly too fucking ignorant.”

“Fuck you, Shep!” Ian shouts.

“No, fuck you!”

Chicago sighs. “Okay, everyone calm down. Jennings, we can talk about this.”

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