DAMON
They moved. I stood there and watched them load him and watched the vehicle pull away and turned back to what was left of the club house and looked at it for a long moment. My hands were shaking.
I noticed them shaking and I gripped them into fists and held them still and stood there in the cold with no shirt and ash on my skin and thought about the deals I had signed. The names at the bottom of those contracts. Three bikes were promised for tomorrow morning, a handshake deal with men who did not accept handshakes being broken under any circumstances.
Men who considered a broken deal a personal insult and responded accordingly. I had signed those deals and now every single bike I had signed them against was either ash or inaccessible and there was nothing, no call, no money, no
