“Oh, you know," Scars said. "Mostly looking for ways to run the bar better.”
Sam nodded. “You ready to maybe take some of those skills and run something besides a biker bar?”
Scars had to fight not to roll his eyes, but it wasn’t easy to stop himself from doing it, even at his kid brother. This was a conversation that they’d had many times in the past, and he was sure that they’d be having it many times in the future.
“C’mon, Sam,” Scars said, keeping his tone measured. “You know I’m not leaving the bar, not ever. It’d be like leaving my family, and I’m not doing that unless I’m kicked out – and I’m never going to do anything to have that happen. I’m at Satan’s and in the clubhouse, and that’s where I’m staying.”
“Vic, look… plenty of the guys are in the MC but hold down jobs elsewher
