The club’s real tense and most of the members are pissed at me. Even though they ain’t ballsy enough to say it to my face, I’m good at reading people. It’s all cuz of that fucking backseat Prez, Dealer. Asshole sold me out in front of all of ‘em during church last week. We coulda dealt with this Malcolm Kent threat without me having to tell any of ‘em ‘bout my hit list and the fact that I’d planned on taking care of it on my own so I could finally walk from the club with no consequences or threats hanging over my head. But then Dealer went and put all that shit out in the open. I know why. He’s tryin’ to stop me from working the list. He don’t want me going down that dark path. Instead, now he’s brought the club in on it. They ain’t gonna let me do it alone now. They won’t let their Prez risk his life. It’s how it works. So, now I got ‘em with me by default. Fuck. The club’s supposed to be legit now. I don’t want us getting into all this down and dirty bullshit.
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