Cole
“YOU’RE f*****g kidding me?” I repeated, staring in shock as Tank presented me with my new cut. We were in the chapel and I was apparently getting patched
“This is no joke, brother,” said Tank. “Put it on.”
I removed my Prospect cut and handed it to him.
He tossed it into the garbage can. “Another one bites the dust,” he said, closing the lid.
I looked around the room at the other members, looking for disapproval, but everyone was smiling at me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said, putting it on. “This has got to be the happiest day of my life. I had no idea that it would happen, and this soon?”
Tank patted me on the back. “I know it’s soon, but you earned it. Especially this week.”
It had been an eventful week. Not only had I discovered who it was that had shot up the Devil’s
