“He still part of the club’s counsel. He a good attorney. We just need fresh eyes sometimes.”
“Kendall’s smart,” Torrin said. “I don’t have a problem with Brooks answering to her on club matters.”
“Would Diesel have to get her approval for the Utah deals?” Bishop asked.
Christopher shook his head. “Not for the minor shit.”
“Bitches?” Orange, Slipper’s son, asked.
“We not trusting the Scorpions with girls,” Christopher said.
Orange nodded.
“Let’s fuckin’ vote.”
Everyone was in favor of the peace agreement. Only Johnnie and a couple of his motherfuckers voted against Kendall becoming lead attorney. Christopher refrained from pointing out how much that would hurt Kendall if she ever found out.
“Next, Bash want me to patch over Easton.”
Silence greeted that announcement. Not that he blamed anyone. It sounded insane when Bash first proposed it.
“Easton risked his fuckin’ life to save Molly Harris. Bash think the motherfucker in danger since what he did for her made his brothers question his fuckin’ loyalty to them.”
“Easton was a good motherfucker,” Potter said. “I don’t have a problem with him.”
“If we agree, we got to make sure we can trust him before he become full patch,” Christopher said.
“Do we treat him as a hangaround or a Probate?” Huck asked.
“I say Probate,” Diesel said, snickering. “Make that motherfucker hold up ten-pound buckets. If he lowers them within an allotted time, we beat the fuck out of him.”
Narci, Torrin, and Diesel laughed.
“Diesel’s got a point,” Pike said. “We have more freedom to test his loyalty and his stamina if he’s a Probate.”
Johnnie shifted, and Christoper worried he’d reveal Easton’s relationship to them. While it shouldn’t be a dealbreaker, it would make the brothers view Easton in a different light.
“Should we repay Easton like this?” Johnnie asked, his question surprisingly thoughtful. “He almost lost his fucking life trying to save Molly, something he didn’t have to do. He could’ve left her to her fate.”
“Bash also pointed out Easton got a different type of mentality,” Christopher added. “It aligns more with us than the American Scorpions.”
“What do you think, Johnnie?” Burger called, one of the motherfuckers in Johnnie’s camp.
“And what about you, Cash?” House, Burger’s friend, asked.
Stretch cringed.
Lighting a cigarette, Christopher waited for Johnnie and Cash to answer their fucking flunkies.
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Johnnie said. “I trust Christopher to make the right call.”
News to fucking Christopher, but he merely nodded, refusing to look at the stupid motherfucker like he was a stupid motherfucker.
“Me too,” Cash said. “Like CJ pointed out, Outlaw has safely guided us through some difficult times without flinching.”
Burger and House swung their gazes to Christopher.
“What do you say, Prez?” Burger asked.
