Although the night before didn’t come without drama, they were ready to settle it once and for all. They couldn’t afford to have derision right now. “Listen up,” Creed said and Fork fold his arms across his chest. “Shit went down last night,” he said and looked at Buzz who was sitting there with a bandage across his nose. “We aren’t talking about that shit anymore. Freebyrd has taken the hit on some of your actions, which hurt this club. Well, Fork and I have talked and we have come to the conclusion that Freebyrd did nothing wrong, he led this Chapter exactly how he thought was best, and we are in agreement that he did a good job. Every leader is different, some are in your face, others are subtle, it doesn’t make either better. So this shit stops now, no more talk about it or you answer to Fork and me, and if that happens, you will find yourself on the street. We don’t need that shit right now. Do you all understand?” The men and women mumbled their agreement. “Good, now, we have another issue.
