Slade sat at the table in the back of a tavern by the name of Red Shots and watched the proceedings. Each member of the Bantorus crew that rode today sat at the table, except for Raul who stood in the corner, his face angled away from any Lagsturns member. Surprisingly enough, Raul accepted the odd shunning and understood that if he acknowledged any member, Lagsturns would shot him in the back. Slade shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with the risks. Bantorus rules stated any member leaving the club would be stripped of their tat and forced to leave the territory or worse, taken out if the crime for banishment went against the Bantorus MC. So far, they'd never had to take someone out. Bantorus members were loyal for life. "We've voted and came back split," Duck, the current president of the Lagsturns, said. Duck's firm mouth and stiff body language disappointed Slade. He'd hoped the Lagsturns would ride with Bantorus for their fight against Los Li. A split vote put too many men out on the road with their own plan and independent opinion, and he couldn't trust any of them.
