Elena
It’s strange to be here without Mike. The parking lot is full of bikes, trucks, and sports cars; it’s a full house today.
Everyone is probably here to drink in the remembrance of a lost ex-president… a friend… a brother.
I sigh and step out of the Saturn then concentrate on the stones cracking beneath my heels from my weight as I walk up to the doors of the Devil’s Henchmen clubhouse.
I really don’t want to be here; I mumble under my breath as I pull open the door. The minute I do, there is chaos coming from somewhere. Screams, yelling, profanities flying about from down the hall.
All the men from the club are solemnly in the lounge or at the bar whispering amongst themselves and drinking whatever ails them. No girls, no television, and no games going on. They are all soaking in
