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head of the table was empty and
that was wrong too.
    We had all the guys there. Half of
them weren’t even wearing their leather cuts anymore. Yeah, the charter and the
MC had taken its hits throughout the years, but wearing the cut still mattered.
At least it did to me. It fucking mattered.
    There was a lot of Federal noise
over the last couple years and a lot of guys were rattled. A lot hung up their
cut. A lot were killed in street wars that should have never gotten to the
point they did.
    And now…
    The garage door opened.
    Uncle Jakey stepped in. He was one
of the original members of the MC. The idea born out of saying fuck you to the force fed idea of the real world . Finding guys who were
struggling, getting their ass kicked by the system, knowing there had to be a
better way to survive and lick the wind of freedom. They started out by riding
through town to be loud and annoying. To the point where crime started to go
down. I’m not sure who secured the first deal but at some point the MC started
protecting the town. Better than the police could ever imagine. They grew and
bled into the city to do the same. In fact, they ended up getting so close with
the police that if something needed to be done that would tarnish the good
nature, fair justice bullshit of the authorities they’d turn to the MC for
help.
    It was a good thing.
    Yeah, sometimes things got out of
hand, but it never got too far.
    Now it was way too fucking far.
    Uncle Jakey walked forward. He
paused at me, patting my shoulder. Then he went to the head of the table. The
sight wasn’t good at all. It should’ve been the VP sitting there. Or better
yet, a new vote. Call in all the charters and discuss what to do.
    But Uncle Jakey took it all for
himself. It was his way of trying to kill what he had helped to create.
    “I stand today with a heavy heart,”
Uncle Jakey said. “Our President, Hammer, is on the inside now. The rumors you
all heard are true.”
    That caused a little bit of a stir.
    Everyone looked at me.
    Yeah, yeah, I was now the abandoned
guy. My mother split and was never heard from again. And now my old man was in
prison.
    “We have funds for lawyers, right?”
one of the guys asked.
    “We don’t have funds for
electricity,” Uncle Jakey snapped. “It doesn’t matter. He took our votes and
decided on his own path. There’s nothing we can do. If we insert ourselves, we
become part of it. I talked to Devin and he agrees. Distance saves the rest of
us. I know we don’t split on the cut, but look at us. Half of you don’t even
wear the cut anymore. You’re all a bunch of grease monkey motherfuckers,
running straight, paying your bills on time, fucking your wives twice a week,
jerking off in the shower for the rest of the days. What do you want to do
here? You want to stand up and fight this? He was caught up in a sting. It’s
done. It’s over. The only option Hammer has now is to turn on the rest of us.
That’s only if we’re active in the life. If he tries to turn now and the Feds
want to come here, they’ll find a rundown garage and nothing else.”
    “What’s the verdict, Uncle Jakey?” I
finally asked.
    “The verdict?” he said. “Hammer is
in prison and will stay there for the rest of his goddamn life. The more they
dig the more they find. On our own, we can survive. We can hold together the
rules that kept this club moving forward. That’s all I can offer.”
    Uncle Jakey got to smack the gavel
one time in his life and it was right then.
    The garage cleared out except for
me and Uncle Jakey.
    I was at one end of the table, he
on the other.
    We both stared at each other.
    Here was a guy who bought me my
first bicycle. Here was a guy who slipped me my first porno mag where I saw two
chicks going down on each other and forever changed my life. Here was a guy who
was not my uncle by blood or family, but by brotherhood. The loyalty was only
as real as the patch on our leather cuts.
    “I’m sorry about your old man,