“Probably the same damn thing, man.” Carter put his hand on my shoulder and lit a cigarette. We stood there for a few minutes looking at the stars.
“I had to tell Venom to take a break from the club tonight.”
“Damn man, I’m sorry. You think you did the right thing?”
“Strange thing is, he didn’t put up much of a fight. The look on Venom’s face was like either he knew he had screwed up, or he’s already done with the club.” That last part wasn’t easy for me to admit. Venom hadn’t slacked off on his duty to the Outcasts once, but he was too quick to just give up his place as my treasurer and third in command. If Venom cut ties, we would take a hit financially. I don't want him out; I just want him to get his head on right.
“That could be a good thing. Venom knows he’s got to get his tempe
