Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“A, B or even C, which would be both. I don’t give a fuck who she’s doing. I only give a fuck about my kids. I love them, I just don’t love the vagina they came out of.”
“You had to at one point,” Miller said.
“Yeah, a really low point,” Crew admitted. “Worst mistake of my life.”
“You’ll be paying for that mistake for the rest of your life, too. Unlike Fletch who escaped before getting trapped two times.”
“Can we get on with this tour?” Fletch asked impatiently. He was not in the mood to talk about his failed engagements. Lesson learned. “I also need a beer.”
Finn’s cough sounded an awful lot like, “Deflection.”
Fletch shoved Finn so hard and unexpectedly, his brother laughed and had to catch his balance. “I don’t know, Jamison, I’m sticking to my opinion that this seems like too much fucking work.”
“It may be, Fletch, but I’m hoping that’s why we’ll be able to get it for a low bid. All it’ll take is a little bit of sweat and elbow grease.”
Rez turned to Jamison with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you fucking serious? It’ll take major dedication of time and physical labor to get this place to the point it’s even usable. Like months of back- and knuckle-breaking work.”
The BAMC president shrugged. “Okay? Think of it this way… In the meantime, we’ll be able to do another fundraiser or two to gather more money to fix up this place. It might not look like anything now but it’ll be nice to have a place for us to chill. Instead of me struggling to find an available back room in some restaurant, we’ll have our own space for our monthly meetings out of the public eye. Even better, it can be a gathering spot before our runs and, if we do it right, a man cave when we need a break from the fam or work.”
“Don’t let Monty hear you call it a man cave,” Decker warned.
Dani Montgomery was a corrections officer at SCI Greene and the only female BAMC member. However, she was tough as nails and, luckily, not easily offended. She was treated as one of the guys.
“It would be even better, if we turned it into a place to stay when our wives are pissed and we’re sent to the doghouse.”
“Speak for yourself,” Cross mumbled to Miller.
“Oh, right, can’t forget about you, Cross,” Miller continued. “But just because you don’t like pussy doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass in a jam, too.”
“Literally,” Crew said under his breath.
“Wait, aren’t you the female in the relationship?” Nox asked the only gay BAMC member.
“Fuck off,” Cross growled.
“I think they switch out and take turns,” Miller said next, adding offensive hand gestures to demonstrate two men switching during sex. “What’s that called, Cross? ‘Criss Cross, I’m going to fill up Nash with my applesauce?’”
“Christ almighty! Knock it the fuck off,” Jamison yelled, a muscle jumping in his clean-shaven cheek. “Look,” he sighed, “in the tradition of MCs, we need a clubhouse. Even if it’s only to hang, unwind and socialize. It’ll give us more time to bond with our brotherhood than only during our monthly runs. We’re supposed to be brothers and it’s hard to be that when we’re only getting together once a month. I get that not everyone will appreciate this place—”
“We’re not a traditional club, Jamison,” Nox interrupted him. “We don’t follow those old school MC traditions, remember? For one, we don’t have prospects.”
“But we’re all law enforcement and we’ve all suffered through some sort of academy whether we’re a cop or a deputy.” Jamison jerked his chin at Crew. “Or even DEA. Our members might not have to prospect, but in a way, going through a law enforcement academy is the initiation.”
“What’s really bringing this on, Axel?” Cross asked.
Since Cross and Jamison were close due to who they were each married to, Fletch figured Cross knew exactly what was bringing this on. He was simply making a point.
“Because back in 1974 my granddad founded a club that’s still strong as hell to this day. Loyal. Close. Family. Blood or not. I want that for us, too.”
“And your grandfather’s club had a whole bunch of money behind it because of illegal activities. Now that your brother’s in charge, the legit businesses they own help support it. We don’t have any of that. Do you think our minimal dues and our occasional fundraisers will be able to finance this?” Finn asked. “I’m not talking about the initial cost of the real estate. I’m talking about the ongoing shit. Like utilities and property taxes.”
Everyone groaned at the dreaded T word.
“Dues will be increasing,” Jamison announced.
“Not without a vote,” Finn reminded him.
“We’ll vote on it,” Jamison assured him. “It’s been dirt cheap since we didn’t have our own church and had minimal expenses. Now we will. I was also thinking that we could turn the second floor into an apartment and rent it out to help with those costs. We can keep the third floor to ourselves. For storage or whatever we need it for.”