“Okay, enough of that shit. We brought you all together for one reason tonight, and okay, so he showed up fashionably late, but you all know he’s a damn good person, a fucking loyal friend, and brother, and the one reason half the shit in this club goes as smoothly as it does.”
Grease fake coughed, “fuck you,” into his fist, and Micro grinned.
“Okay, you help sometimes too. Soooo, this isn’t a vote, it’s a done deal, and this is us telling you that uh…” he turned to grin at me then, and was this seriously how he was doing it? There was no ceremony to it, not that there would have been anyway, but literally within minutes of me walking in? No warming them up with other stuff first?
“I’m happy to advise you all that Harley here is our new VP. I trust you’ll all show him the same respect you show me. Hopefully more, because some of you are real pricks sometimes.”
The room filled with mumbles and congratulations, and Micro waited for it to die down, before he placed the VP patch in front of me. I couldn’t wait to add it to my cut, even though I hated stitching shit onto them. This time I’d do it with a fucking smile on my face.
“This man always has our backs, he’s instrumental in everything that gets done here, and he’s going to be helping me improve our club even more over the coming months.”
“Speech!” Rocket hissed, and a few others joined in, and I knew they were just taking the piss, but I shrugged.
“It’s about time he made an honest man of me, right?” Laughter followed, and Micro slapped the table as he laughed. “Seriously though, this club was a shit-show before Phoenix rocked up, and changed everything for the better. Like the Pres said, I’ve got the back of everyone here, and I’ll do my best to do you all proud. I’ll say this though. Anyone disrespects our Pres, or the colours, and I’ll make them disappear nice and painful, like.”
The smirks turned to respect, and Micro slapped my back.
“Okay, we’re done for now, but expect more updates in our next session. Remember to keep Harley updated on any interest from potential prospects, since he’s now officially taking ontheir management too.” I’d already been doing that, so it wasn’t exactly any extra work for me.
I waited out the bro hugs and congratulations, lingering until only Micro, Grease, and I were in the room.
“That went well.”
“Being late was a great way to start out, VP,” Grease said with a smirk, as he watched my fingers smooth over the embroidered VP patch. I never imagined wearing one, but it was like receiving an honour you didn’t know you’d wanted all along.
Grease was the first one to call me VP like that, and it felt fucking good. All of this did.
“There’s really a bird?” Micro asked, and I took a deep breath as anger filled me at the word being used to describe her.
“No, there’s not a fucking ‘bird’.”
“She was in his lap when we left,” Grease replied, sending me a shit-eating grin as I slid the patch into my pocket.
“She was overwhelmed by you and Rocket acting like pricks. What the hell is wrong with you two anyway?”
Micro nodded, looking his way too. “Yeah, I’d like to know that too. You guys seemed to get on okay before you came here.”
Grease shrugged. “Guy’s got an attitude problem, and he doesn’t get to call me a mafia douche, or whatever the fuck it was, and not get a limb broken. I just don’t hit drunk men. There’s no sport in that. When I put him down, he’ll be capable of fighting back. It just won’t do him any good.”
“What’s his story, anyway?” I asked Micro, ignoring Grease’s threat, because until it actually happened, it wasn’t my problem.
“He used to be solid,” Micro said, leaning down to grab a bottle from under his chair, adding three glasses beside it. Hell yeah, it was time to celebrate. He poured one for each of us, and we sat back with them.
“He was with Phoenix before I joined them, and his spray work and ink work is fucking amazing, but that woman really fucked him over.”
He’d mentioned a woman, hadn’t he? That made sense, and at least it wasn’t just bullshit.
“What happened?” I asked, taking a large gulp of bourbon and savouring the taste as I swallowed.
“I don’t know exactly. She fucked him around, because he was a biker, and I think had some bullshit idea that he was beneath her. There was definitely talk of a pregnancy, or something like that, but I have no idea how that panned out. I can get with Ice and find out more.” Micro suddenly barked out a laugh, and Grease nodded at him, not needing him to say it.
“Yeah, I’ll do that for ya. You know he’ll tell you to suck it.” Ice still had a major problem with Micro, and I knew the ins and outs of what had happened with the original chapter of the club, but not why Ice was still bearing such a grudge.
“Yeah, we could definitely do with knowing the situation. He’s out of control lately.”
“Working with you will hopefully help him get his head straight,” Micro suggested, topping our glasses up, while Grease snorted.
“Or he’ll fuck up your business right along with his own.”
