Patch was daydreaming in the garage when Daz called an emergency meeting. Jimmy put the closed sign on the garage door and turned to look at Patch.
His long dark hair was pulled back into a man-bun, and unlike his twin, he was more serious about the club than Snake.
“You ready to do this? I wonder what it’s about?”
Patch lit a cigarette and followed him out the back and toward the clubhouse. Once they got near the doors, he could hear the rumble inside. All the group sat at the long table Daz put in for meetings, and most of them looked mad as hell.
“Finally,” Lonny hollered from the corner chair.
Patch ignored the old man and took a seat by Twello, who looked at him with a worried stare. “What happened?” he whispered to him.
“Lonny and Daz’s bikes were tampered with at the bar
