Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

along with Vexx and Riot from Eve’s Fury, and Wyatt and Cody from Boys of Djinn. All of us gather into the large room those that had seats at the table sit and the rest of us stand where we had space.

Clean is quick to bang the gavel and let everyone know that church is in session. The chatter comes to an end immediately.

"We have called church today to address the matter of Wire coming back to the table. He has been nomad for a long while and I know most of us feel like it’s time for him to come home. So, what say you?"

Before I could even speak they all say aye.

Clean stands up from his chair and waits for me to make my move towards it. He truly feels like it's my place. I know the truth though. That is his place and this club is his to run. New Orleans is Archer’s to run. Boys of Djinn is Wyatt’s. They may all be ready for me to have a seat at the table, but that’s not where I belong. I belong out doing what I can to help my family. Helping those that have lost their way.

When I don’t move Clean’s eyebrows scrunch in. Confusion paints his face.

"I appreciate that. I’m so fucking grateful for all of you, but this isn’t where I belong anymore. Clean, you may not think you were made for that chair, but I think that you as president is exactly what this club needs. Someone to give this club new life and keep us on the right path. Wyatt and Archer the same with you two, you’re just what your clubs need."

"This is bullshit, I don’t feel right with you out there riding alone. No one to have your back." Clean says as he hunches down in his chair.

I have to chuckle at that and hope that he hears what I’m about to propose. "I have another proposition and I hope you all will see the need for this as much as I do."

Everyone’s attention is on me. "Do you think I will be the last one to need to break away? That I will be the last one to be overwhelmed by the bullshit that can be our lives? Family’s will fight, bad decisions will be made, I can guarantee that I will not be the last one to need to go nomad. I think that we should have a way for those who need it to be able to do so. I’m suggesting that we have a nomad chapter of the Wings of Diablo. An option for those who feel like they have no way out and another group to have their back."

"Fucking mercenaries. You’re asking to start a group of mercenaries?" Cody says with a grin on his face.

I didn’t want to say that, but it was exactly what the fuck we would be. We would have satellite locations. Except when shit went down, then we would all merge and be ready to kick ass if we need to. "I don’t see that as a bad thing." I shrug and look to Clean. He would be the one to make the final decision.

"Who would be keeping all these miscreants in their place?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"I’d be honored to be in that position, but that is your decision."

Clean leans forward and scrubs a hand down his face. "I’d really rather you come home, but I can see the need for this. It’ll be another way to watch our back. Allow us to expand further and from the amount of prospect applications we are getting, expansion seems fucking inevitable." Clean looks up to me with a smirk on his face, "Fucking Wire always doing shit your own way." He lets out a sigh, "All those in favor of Wire becoming the President of the Wings of Diablo Nomad Chapter."

"Aye!" All hands go up as laughter and clapping erupt around me.

Once the congratulations and the applause die down, everyone starts to file out of church. Clean stands along with Mack, but Ink does not.

"Prez, I have another matter to bring to the table." Ink speaks loudly.

That’s odd. Ink never really has a gripe, but he is the enforcer, so he has the authority to bring something to the table.

Clean sits back down, as well as Mack. "Wire you sit there." Clean points to an empty chair at the end of the table. The one that would be used by the Road Captain if we had one.

I take my seat and wait for Ink to say what he needs to say.

"What’s going on brother?"

"I’m unhappy here." Ink says right away.

All of our jaws drop and I can see Clean getting ready to ream him out, but Ink put’s his hand up to stop him. "It’s not just Roth running around, or the Spawns still trying to get in good with us, but even being in the same place with Siren just reminds me of the shit I went through. It feels like I can’t put it behind me. I can’t fucking break free from the chains holding me. I’d thought about dropping my rags all together, but there is no way that I would be able to do that. I love each and every one of you. But now my woman is haunted by the shit that went down here and I know she needs a fresh start too. I am requesting a location change."

"You leading? Nomad?" Mack asks.

"No, I don’t want to go Nomad. I want to lay roots, it just can’t be here. I’ve been looking through a few of the emails and applications of people that want to become one of us and I see that so many of these motherfuckers are coming from the south."

Clean leans back, "You want to start a new chapter?"

"With your permission. Give me a chance to put some of these monsters in my head to bed. Get Jazmine out