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Looking over to FIM and Doug, I detach myself from Dad and manoeuvre over to them. They half smile at me as we position ourselves at a table and sit down, gesturing to Knucklehead—the longest serving prospect we have here now—to bring us some beer.
    “So now you’ve seen this part of our club. You’ve seen how we all come together to mourn for our brothers. When you’re a brother, you’re a part of a team. Now that everythin’ has come back clean on your security checks, you’re part of this team, too. A part of our family. A brotherhood.”
    FIM and Doug smile and nod. “I like that the men are so close. My family, besides Doug, aren’t into being supportive. Having people watch your back will be a nice change,” FIM says and Doug nods his head in agreement.
    “Well, honestly guys, once you start to get to know these fuckers, you’ll love each and every one of them as if they were your real blood brothers.”
    Knucklehead comes up with three beers and places them with a thud on the table. A great big smirk appears on his face as the contents spill over the top of the steins.
    “Hey guys, Knucklehead’s the name. I’ll be your prospect leader, I guess. Right Steel?” he asks and I nod. Seeing as he’s the only prospect left now, it makes him the only one who can look after the two newbies when Lookout isn’t around.
    “Yeah, Knucklehead will be the one tellin’ you guys what to do. So listen to him. He knows how things work around here. You guys will be doin’ bar duty first, and you’re startin’ tonight. Since the ceremony, the boys will be wantin’ to get drunk, and with Ratchet and Jake no longer behind the bar, it’s up to you guys to keep us fully hydrated.”
    Doug tenses as FIM nods. “I’ve never pulled a beer in my life,” Doug says.
    “Well, come back now and I’ll teach you, brother,” Knucklehead says. He pulls Doug up by the scruff of his neck and drags him behind the bar. I laugh because Knucklehead—
    who’s young, nineteen I think—is tallish but scrawny in comparison to Doug’s six foot and bulky muscles. It’s comical watching a kid drag a thirty-something monster away.
    “So do you think you guys will fit in here?” I ask FIM and he looks at me and smiles.
    “I think we’ll get along just fine.”
    I clink my beer stein with him as we chuckle watching Knucklehead with Doug as he fusses about him pouring a beer the wrong way.
    A high pitched whistle echoes through the clubhouse and I wince as it pierces my eardrums.
    “Emergency church,” Dad calls out.
    I knew this would be coming sooner or later. We currently have no Vice President—that’s a problem.
    “That’s my call. Have fun with those two,” I say gesturing with my head toward the bar to FIM.
    He chuckles and nods as I stand up and walk with my beer toward the assembly room. Taking my usual seat halfway down the table, Dad sits at the head, Jigsaw to his right and the seat to Dad’s left is unmistakably empty. It’s so weird to see Ghost, our VP not there. It still doesn’t seem right that he’s gone.
    Dad bangs his gavel as everyone takes their seats and the church doors are closed to the others inside the clubhouse rooms. This meeting is for certain members only. Only the trusted full patched and ranking members are allowed into private conversations such as these.
    “Right, I’m sure you all know why we’re here. Ghost fell. He was the VP and this leaves us without one. Now, I want to make it a club vote as to who we promote as the next VP. I want you guys to nominate candidates—”
    “Steel,” Techie says before Dad can finish.
    I notice Chops straighten in his seat as a resounding “aye” reverberates around the room.
    Dad smiles as does everyone else, excluding Chops, as Dad bangs his gavel. “It’s decided, with an overwhelming yes vote. Steel, you’re the new VP. Congrats, kid! I knew you’d do me proud one day.” He kicks the seat to his left out and tilts his head toward