Sever

 

Chapter One

Tracker

 

As I ride toward town a part of me wants to turn around and try to transfer to another MC. The club I was a part of had been run by some damn idiots who didn’t know their asses from their goddamn brains. They ran the club into the ground and eventually teamed up with some crazy idiots that tried to demolish the Deathstalker MC. They failed miserably and the handful of us that weren’t in on the plan woke up the next day to guns in our faces and an ultimatum.

Pledge our loyalty or die.

There were five of us left who hadn’t tried to fight a battle there was no chance of winning. I wasn’t sure they would all decide to come, but this club is established. They have their shit together not like the bullshit organization we were conned into joining. Marcus, our now deceased ex-President, was basically a glorified drug dealer. The five of us all joined the MC around the same time. Rock, Colt, Storm, Gunner, and I met each other on the streets and in a way we had formed our own crew. Marcus offered us all cuts if we joined the club, no prospect time, no bitch work. It sounded too good to be true and we should have known that it was.

We went on runs for him and got a small percentage of the take. It was enough to keep us comfortable and make us think we had a good thing. After talking to the officers from the Deathstalkers we realize that we were being robbed. Coming here we will be taking home twice what we were before.

The problem is that I would have never wanted a new start in this town. I ran as far as I could the moment I turned eighteen. I ran to achieve the freedom I always wanted, but I also ran from her. She was the only person in my life that had ever made me feel something. I couldn’t take the chance that she would turn out to be the way every other person in my life had been. So I ran as far and as fast as I could.

Pulling up to the clubhouse there are a ton of bikes parked. They said there would be church once we arrived so that the rules could be stated and we knew what would be expected of us. Getting off my bike, I look around at what will be my new home. “You guys ready for this?”

I look at the only men I have let myself count on over the past seven years.

“Yeah, it’s already looking better than that dump we called a clubhouse.” Rock says climbing off his bike.

The doors open and the Pres and VP come walking toward us. Handshakes are exchange before the Pres takes a couple steps back. “Welcome, all the brothers are waiting in church. Follow me.”

They turn and we walk behind them. The clubhouse is large and open, there are tables scattered around a bar that lines one wall. In the middle of the room are a couple couches and some chairs. There are even two pool tables in one corner. We walk down a hallways and end up at a large room. Walking in, all eyes are on us but I learned long ago to never seem intimated by anyone. It shows weakness and that is something you never want to let people see.

“Have a seat and we will get started,” Pres says from the head of the table.

“Brothers, these are the new recruits who have decided to join us.” He looks at us. “You all will be on a probation period. We have cuts for you, after a month with no incidents you’ll get your name on it. Make no mistake you are brothers as of now, that means that you are bound by the rules of this club.”

We nod in understanding.

“You do whatever job is assigned to you. No bitching, and no negotiation. If you need to there are rooms available for you to stay here. The upstairs rooms are off limits, they belong to the officers. I don’t know how your club was run before but here we respect our women. We have club girls that are ready and willing, but they are not to be harmed. The old ladies are to be respected. You find a girl you want to keep around, you’re more than welcome to claim her. We just had guys get back from a run so it will be a few days before our next one. The officers will give you any assignments you might have as of now. Any questions, ask.” He looks around the room. “This is your family now, respect it.”

The gavel bangs on the table and the men start to get up. Pres walks over to us handing us each a cut. “Wear this with pride and don’t fuck it up. We’ll be having a party this weekend to celebrate.”

One of the officers comes walking up to me. “Name is Cutter.” He offers his hand and I shake it. His patch says treasurer on it. “Pres said you had this title at the old club?”

I did but considering Marcus was hiding all the money I don’t think the position was ever really mine. “Yeah, I was.”

“Okay, I have been keeping up with one of the business’s problem is that it’s too much and I don’t have the education for it. Between taxes and everything else we need a professional. I’m gonna have you working under me and dealing face to face with the accountant. You are gonna head to the office that was referred to us. They don’t mind cutting some corners and fudging some numbers for the right price. You need time to get settled?”

“No, I didn’t bring much with me.” I lived at the clubhouse and left most of the crap there.

“Good, this is their card and the owner is expecting you.” He hands me the card and I slip it into my jeans pocket.

“Good to have you here, brother.” He says as he claps me on the back and walks out of the room.

I walk out to the main room and Colt comes up to me. “What was all that? You already get yourself in trouble?”

“Nope, got an assignment and I need to head out. See you later.” I walk out to my bike. A part of me feels good that I’ve already been given a role. The other part worries if this is some sort of test that they think I will fail at. Either way I will make sure this goes smoothly.

Hopefully, I don’t run into the one woman who could put all of it in jeopardy.