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sailed,” I joke.   He’s not having it.   I sneer.
    “Initiation for you is going to be
hell.   It could range from any one of the
officers demanding you do a task for them.   That includes running collections for protection money, breaking
someone’s nose on command, or getting beer for the club – or all of the above.”
    “I get that, pops,” I say in agreement.
    I’m finally a prospect.   It’s about time.
    “Are you sure you can handle all of this?”
he presses.
    “Yes,” I reply.   I hold myself in the chair to prevent from
spouting off with happiness.
    “If you think you’ve proven yourself
already, then that’s nothing.   Trish, I
want you to really think long and hard about this decision.   The club is a dangerous place.   Just last week, Josh Lucas got his nose
broken for keeping the peace in the Lair.   It’s not easy, and it’s not always fun.”
    “I know what I’m getting myself into,
pops,” I reassure him.
    He takes a bottle out of the bottom drawer
of his oak desk and deposits two shot glasses on the top.   He pours the whiskey in each glass and raises
one.
    “If you’re sure, Trish,” he says, shot
glass held high.
    “I’m sure,” I say, clinking my shot glass
with his.
    “Then it’s official.   I’ll make the announcement when the club
reconvenes on Thursday.”
    “Awesome,” I say and he can tell that
there is another question on my mind.
    “Anything else?”
    “I overheard your conversation with mom
about Mickey being in jail, what was that all about?” I ask.
    He looks at me like I’m that nosey, bratty
child of his all over again.
    “None of your fucking business,” he rants.   I’ll take his good moods when I can get them.
    He hands me back my notebook and I stand
to leave.
    “So I get a patch then?”
    “No, you don’t get a fucking patch as a
prospect.   You have to wait until you
prove yourself.”
    “Oh,” I manage before leaving his office.
    “Trish,” he stops me.   “Don’t let your mother know just yet.”
    “Alright,” I say as I close his door
behind myself.  
    I text Jasmine to let her know that I’ve
been granted rights to the back room.   She texts me back a smiley face with the words: “About time.”
    I feel happy.   I pass my mother to the garage where my bike
stands.   I hit the garage button door,
raising it up and I set the timer to close the door in thirty seconds.   Climbing on my pink ride, I rev it up and
take off.   This calls for a joy ride.
    I need to feel the cool air in my face as
I jet out onto the street and hit thirty-five miles per hour.   I feel a rush of energy overcome me as I
weave my way to the interstate.   Twenty
minutes pass and I’m on the highway.   The
road is littered with slow moving cars and people seemingly just getting off
from work.   I hit the fast lane and
become a blur of pink and black within seconds.
    Invincible.   Two hours pass and I’m back home, having
spent all of the nervous energy I have inside of me.   I hit the numbers on the keypad to raise the
garage door and park my bike inside.  
    Days pass until my first meeting is upon
me.   I’m nervous for the potential
‘favoritism’ comments, but I put my jacket on and hop on my pink machine.   I am fully geared up.   Winding down the dirt roads to the pavement,
I find myself at the Dragon’s Lair.   There are thirty or so motorcycles all outside in a line circling the
establishment.
    I walk in the doors proudly, and with a
nod from Jasmine, I seat myself at the bar.   Dad isn’t here yet.   My eyes
wander the room until I find Rodney engrossed in a conversation with
Pence.  
    We all sit in anticipation of my father’s
arrival.   I have no knowledge of his
agenda for the evening, but I hope I’m received well.  
    Suddenly, the roar of his bike announces
his arrival.   Two seconds later, a thrash
through the door signifies his presence.   There is fire in his eyes.   He’s
full of panic as he moves