Iron Disciples MC 2 Giving It All To The 1% - Plot & Excerpts
For a brief few moments after my eyes fluttered open, I didn’t know where I was. The room was unfamiliar. The bed was not my bed. The pictures on the wall were not the pictures of my family, but pictures of rough men with long greasy hair, beards, and tattoos. Mugshots. I sat up quickly in a panic, the sheets falling from my body. And then a muscular, tattoo covered arm lay itself across my lap lazily and I heard a soft muttering next to me. It was Johnny. I was at the clubhouse. I put my palm to my forehead for a moment and shook my head. He was still asleep, so I carefully lifted his arm off of me and set it down gently on the bed, then slipped out from underneath the covers, slowly creaked the door open, and tip-toed barefoot down the hallway in my sheer nightie. I needed some fresh air. I crept through the main room of the clubhouse, which doubled as a barroom, but I had to be careful. There were always Disciples and other hang-arounds who would end up drinking too much, pass out, and sleep it off wherever they could.
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