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and I wait wanting to know the answer to that question myself.
    They look at each other, then back at Dad and nod.
    “Good, then be prepared to say farewell your predecessors. Don’t fuck up like they did, or you’ll end up dead. Welcome to the Virginia Chapter. Fuck up and you’re out. By being out… that means a body bag… you got me?”
    I try to hide my grin as they both nod emphatically.
    “Kid, let’s get this ceremony underway.”
    Bringing my fingers to my mouth I put two in and whistle loudly to gain everyone’s attention. The clubroom stops and everyone stares at me, only the echo of the music can be heard. Knucklehead turns it down.
    “Brothers… it’s time to remember. Make your way out to the burnin’ tree.” They all nod and stand up taking the last remaining sips of their drinks, and we all walk out the back to the grassed area where the bonfire is lit and the table bears the three cuts. The first branding the Vice President patch. The two others with Prospect patches. The mood is eerily silent as we all make the circle around the bonfire. Dad under the tree right by the table with the cuts, me next to him, and our brothers forming a circle surrounding us. Arms wrapped around each other in a show of brotherhood. Of family. Of unity. Of solidarity.
    “We come together to mourn the loss of this brotherhoods’ great Vice President, and two of the finest young prospects we’ve seen to date. The commitment, love and loyalty these men showed to the club surpassed our expectancy. These men were brave, gallant, and loyal to the end. They fought hard, they died devoted, and their honour will never be forgotten.”
    I swallow hard as Dad talks and my heart races thinking of the blood bath they died in. I turn grabbing Ghost’s cut and hand it to Dad.
    “Ghost. You are a Savage to the end. Ride with the wind, brother.” He throws his cut into the flames and a tightness in my chest makes me close my eyes briefly.
    Opening my eyes to the pungent, toxic fumes of the leather burning in the flames, the grey smoke billows from the bonfire. Taking a deep breath, I turn grabbing Alex’s vest and hand it to Dad.
    “Alex, you were so close to patching in, so it only seems fitting we give you the road name you would’ve been given had you made it to patching… Ratchet. You are a Savage to the end. Ride with the wind brother.” He throws his cut onto the flames and they flick snatching the leather cut into the red and yellow fierceness engulfing it into the fiery pit.
    Taking a deep breath and grabbing the last cut I hand it to Dad, this never gets easier. It’s not every day we farewell our members, but when we do it’s still hard to watch a brother fall.
    “Jake. You are a Savage to the end. Ride with the wind brother.” He throws the last cut into the fiery pit. Taking a deep breath, I wrap my arm around Dad’s shoulders and look up to my brothers.
    “Satan’s Savages, fear none, ride hard.” We all say our club motto in unison as we stare into the flames flicking and burning, the three cuts in memorial of our fallen brothers. We stay standing for three minutes silence, and I can’t help but notice Dad wipe away a tear. Losing Ghost is difficult for him, and I can’t help but think of what the repercussions of this might be for him. He doesn’t cope well with losing those he loves, and I’d hate to see him fall apart over this.
    “Right, let’s get drunk!” I say after the three minutes pass. The guys laugh, and Dad wraps his arm around my shoulders.
    “He would want you as VP, you know kid,” he murmurs so no one else can hear.
    I exhale. “I think Chops might have something to say about that.”
    He smiles and tilts his head. “We’ll see. But right now, I need to get drunk and wait for the girls to come back and have Jess suck me off.”
    I cringe. “Nice Dad.”
    He laughs that manic laughter he’s famous for and I shake my head as we walk from the compound into the clubhouse.