Page 35 of Not Your Romeo
“Hey, you know I always do, brother,” Griz sang, making his way out of the restroom.
Something in tiny shorts and no top hurried up to him with a beer. She tried to drape herself around him, but he sent her scurrying back to the bar with a sharp swat to her ass.
The door sounded and we turned as Cane entered with a sturdy, short-lookin’ fella at his side.
“How's it goin’, fuckers?” Cane called, his smile always one to lift spirits.
“Good to see you, brother. Sorry I didn’t get to catch up at the wedding.”
“Fuck all that. You had things to get into. I saw it.” Cane teased, saluting me and making lewd eyes as he came in for a hug.
I laughed and clapped him on the back a time or two.
“God, I missed you, fucker.”
“I know you did. Check this out, I brought someone to meet ya’ll. This is Capone, we was cellies for a lil’ minute when I was locked up. He’s solid, though.”
“Yeah? Why don’t you get him settled with a drink and meet us at the table, we’ll discuss a thing or two,” I suggested since we did have business to settle.
Menace wasn’t coming back to his position. I’d hoped shit would work itself out, but it was clear he was in it for the long run. The only thing we didn’t know was if it would end in a cell or a coffin.
I groaned and grabbed my beer, making my way to the table. Henny sat down beside me and Griz planted his ass on the other side. The rest fell where they might. I waited on them to close the door and settle down for a minute.
“Due to circumstances none of us could have foreseen, we’re left with a scattered, partly vacant table and that ain’t good for the club. We have the men to fill these positions, and I have recommendations. I’ll give them and you can discuss it amongst yourselves, then we’ll vote.”
A few grunted, some nodded, but no one was surprised by what I’d said so far, and I doubted anyone would be by the things I was about to say.
“Sitting table is me, Henny as Vice President, Menace as Road Captain, Talon as enforcer. Menace will not be coming back to the table. Not in the next twenty years or better, so we’re gonna need to fill that. I recommend Griz take over as road captain.”
Henny nodded, not objecting to the notion of his brother being replaced or the candidate selected. Griz had been with us for a while, and we all knew he was good for it.
“Talon, I want to move you to Sergeant at Arms. Now that Cane is home, he can work with you as our Enforcer.”
“That's the way it should be.” Henny seconded, crossing his arms as he nodded.
“Does it need to be voted?” I looked around the table.
Cane shrugged and shook his head.
“Works for me.” Griz mused.
“Yep.” Talon nodded.
Sauce studied the table, remaining very quiet.
“Sauce, go check on the guest while we debate him and vote.”
I watched his back until the prospect patch disappeared behind the gentle click of the door.
“This Cap–”
“Zig.” Henny cleared his throat, and I glanced up to find them all staring at me in that expectant, yet uncomfortable way.
“Wh—? Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing at my stubble.
I hadn’t intended to get into a meeting, and I damn sure, hadn’t intended on sanctioning my youngest son or pulling his prospect patch tonight. This shit would get ugly, and it would get late.
Sometimes it really sucked being in charge.
