CJ ignored Ryan’s bullshit. His cousin used it as a crutch when he felt uncomfortable. “I love that idea and I would be honored to have you two serve in those positions.”
“Uncle Christopher appointed Dad,” Devon said. “As long as he’s Prez, Dad will be RC. Will you keep that rule or will it be a different way? Like member selection?”
“I say you keep it as is,” Diesel suggested, like he had a say over what CJ did.
“And if you don’t, stack the membership in your favor,” Ryder said. “Even if we all stay in this club, you’d have to make sure you have more members than just your brothers and cousins, so the other members wouldn’t feel a way about it.”
“You’ll always have my vote, CJ,” Bishop said, inserting his opinion for the first time since he arrived.
“Thanks, dude.”
Grant raised his hand, flushing when the Triplets laughed.
“Floor’s yours, Grant,” CJ said, throwing his brothers a warning glare. Of course, they didn’t shut the fuck up.
“I’ll wait,” Grant said.
“Ax, respect another man’s right to speak,” Diesel said, shutting the little fuckhead up immediately.
“Silence, men,” he ordered Ryder and Ransom. They snapped their mouths shut.
Unfuckingbelievable.
“Thanks, Diesel,” Grant said. “I’ve been looking up methods to cook meth. Maybe cut out the middleman.”
“Narci has been trying to get Dad to give him a chance to do that,” CJ said. “We’d have to build a lab away from the houses and the clubhouse. If that motherfucker blows up, property damage would be minimized and hopefully confined to the lab.”
“Let’s get you prospecting as soon as possible,” Diesel said to Grant as if this was his meeting and Grant didn’t want to join for CJ. “The meth lab can be yours and Narci’s thing.”
Grant nodded. “I’d like that, along with a role as a club attorney of some sort.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” CJ promised, doing his best to hide his annoyance. “Anything else?”
“We don’t want to be Prez either,” Ransom said, pointing between himself and Ryder. “If Axel becomes Prez, we’ll be his Sergeant-at-Arms and enforcers.”
A fucking frightening prospect.
“Who will be who?” Diesel asked.
“The one who’s nicest to me will protect me.” Axel cut his eyes at Ransom. “I don’t want no motherfucker in charge of my life if he calls me names. Remember that.”
“Ever since you came back from LA, you’ve grown a pussy,” Ransom said. “Mom ruined you.”
Scowling, Axel jumped to his feet, barreled to Ransom and clocked him in his fucking face. For a little motherfucker, he packed a punch because Ransom toppled over.
Brushing his hands together as if he was clearing away dust, Axel stomped back to Diesel, folded his arms, and glowered.
“You want me to get ice for him, Ax?” Ryder asked with the calmness of a person who’d witnessed such fuckery before.
“Nope. Let his fucking face swell shut.”
“That’s not possible, bro,” Ryder said.
“I didn’t do it right?”
“He’s knocked the fuck out, Ax,” CJ sputtered. “You did it perfect.”
“Why won’t his face close up?”
