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“Hey, that is what we are here for, and I don’t mind stamping my authority now and again. They think their shit don’t stink these days. It’s called getting too comfortable, but that ends now. Cap, monitor them, and get Finger to watch them too.” Tracker stands from where he’d been perched on the desk and makes his way out of the office, not giving a backward glance.

“What do you think he wanted when he first came?” I ask Cap.

Shrugging, Cap chuckles, “No idea, but he’ll be back when he remembers.”

“Any news on the gym?”

“According to Demon, it’s nearly finished. The sauna won’t be far behind either. Demon is riding Jeremy hard to get things done. I reckon it’s going to be well used because I’ve heard most of the brothers talking about it at one time or another. Even Cilla mentioned using it to tone up after having Ayla.”

“Really? That would be good because Rory and Miri would more than likely use it if Cilla did, and we never know when trouble may hit so staying fit is good for every single one of us.”

Cap nods. “I agree with you, Joker. Even the working prospects and the prospects need to stay fit and healthy. I reckon Tracker will make up brothers soon. We have a lot of working prospects, and the four prospects we have are ready to be full brothers. They have earned their place.”

“Any idea where they will be placed when they get their patch? I know Ian will stay with the gas station, but what about the others?”

Cap thinks for a moment. “Spencer will more than likely join the dumpster business. Ian, as you say stays at the gas station. Robert will join the recovery I think because he loves driving and it’ll take the pressure off Bull as far as drivers are concerned. Bull also mentioned he’d like you permanently on the third station in the office with the recovery business being so busy. Tripp and Jay are working a hell of a lot of hours, and even I can see they are tired. Jet? Well, I’m not sure.”

“Okay, I better move my ass and get to the office, or Bull will blow up my phone.”

“See you later, Joker.”

I make my way out and pass Cilla who is speaking to nobody that can be seen. Ayla is walking slowly towards the kitchen with Rory right behind her. I trip over nothing, then hear Cilla snap. “Stop that, Pyro. If you are bored, go find something else to do.”

Turning my head to look at Cilla, she shrugs, “Sorry, Joker, but the boys are bored and it seems tripping people up and doing stupid shit is fun to them.”

Shaking my head, I am about to mutter something nasty, then think better of it because I don’t want the fuckers on my ass from this point forward.

Before entering the recovery office, I stop and watch Echo, who is pushing Briony’s work cart. The cart where she has all her cleaning equipment and products. It’s looking a little on the wobbly side as he pulls it behind him, not noticing what is going on with it. I can see before it happens and cross my arms over my chest and lean against the office doorframe waiting.

Four more steps from Echo and the cart hits a dip, wobbles precariously, right before it tips over and everything spills off the cart and across the ground.

Echo turns shocked but looks at Briony who is now standing with her hands on her hips while giving Echo a nasty look. Echo scuttles forward, grabbing items that are around his feet before attempting to right the cart.

I bellow with laughter, which earns me a nasty look and a middle finger. That, however, earns Echo an earful about being polite and that if he didn’t do something stupid, he wouldn’t get laughed at.

Turning I enter the recovery office and head to the coffee station. I quickly pour myself a cup, all the while telling Jay who is at his station what has me laughing.

“Did you hear any more about the Iron Fallen MC, Joker?” Jay asks surprising me.

“No. Have you heard something?” I take a seat at my station and look at Bull’s empty desk. “Where’s Bull?” I ask before Jay can even reply to my first question.

“I heard from a source in Oklahoma that they were run out and they headed into Arkansas. I’ll keep my ears to the ground, but it looks like they are struggling to find anywhere to put down roots,” Jay replies with a smirk on his face.

“If they found somewhere out of the way of other MCs, they’d get to put down roots. I’m not sure if the VP was like Snake or not, but they are going to end up dead if they keep doing as they are.”

Jay nods, “Yeah, I agree. Sometimes, however, you cannot fix stupid. Bull, to answer your question, went to the impound lot to check some things with Darius. From what they were discussing, they are going to be removing a lot of vehicles that have been sitting at the back of the lot for years. Darius has checked and the business can offload them at auctions after a specific time frame.”

“I noticed there were a hell of a lot of vehicles rusting away. They had to have been there, as you said, for years. Toby should have retired a few years back. He’s left a fuck of a mess for Darius.”

“Both myself and Tripp have been over in our spare time and given Darius a hand. Malik is great too when he is not at work. Two damn good men, and they deserved the break they got from the club. They have purpose and are going to have a suitable home in that bungalow once they’ve finished it.”

“They took some shit on that trailer park about being African American. You’d think by now people wouldn’t give a shit...”

“I reckon most people don’t care, Joker. You’ll always get some assholes who think they are better than everyone else, whether it’s about color or class. Malik and Darius don’t give a shit, and it rolls off them. Malik, I know told a white guy that it was sad that his dick was so small that his woman wouldn’t be able to find it. Then he hung his own dick out, and you know he has one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a few in the locker rooms. The guy fucked off quickly after that and he’s not been seen again.” Jay throws his head back laughing at the memory, and I chuckle because I can imagine the guy feeling embarrassed at the size of his own dick compared to Malik’s.

The rest of the day passes without incident. Jay leaves and Tripp takes up his station. Bull never returns, which is so unlike him I wonder if all is okay?

The phones ring around five, and I look at Tripp who rolls his eyes. “More assholes running out of gas on their way home from work. What do you bet, Joker?”