By the time Scars got to the MC clubhouse next door to Satan’s Bar, Wolf had gathered everyone in the room they used for important meetings. Scars knew that Wolf wasn’t going to start anything without his Veep present, both out of utter respect for Scars’ position, and because Wolf hated to repeat himself. It was one of the man’s biggest pet peeves: Wolf liked to say something once, and then trust that it was done.
Scars entered the room, everyone shuffled over to clear a path for him to get to the front of the room next to Wolf, who was standing at the head of the table. Wolf nodded at him, Scars nodded back. Despite the fact that there were almost twenty men in leather cuts in the room, it was completely silent, save for some shuffling of boots on the floor, a cleared throat here and th
