Derrick Angels of War MC book 1

Chapter 2

Derrick

The feeling of being on the back of my bike is one of the greatest feelings in the world. As the president of Angels of War MC my life is dedicated to my brothers and this life. I sleep, breath and live the life of a MC. 

I became the MC president of the Angel Warriors when my father passed after suffering a heart attack at the age of 60 two years ago. My grandfather started the club in the early 70's, at that time they were barley getting started. Now we run most of Montana and the surrounding states with our allies. Becoming the president wasn't just handed to me, I had to earn it by being voted in and earning my spot.  Here I am two years later and 28 and loving my club and my brothers. 

I pull up to the club house after being away for a few days leaving my VP Ranger in charge. It was the two year anniversary of when my father did and I  needed this time away.Ranger and I have known each other for over 20 years we meet in kindergarten and have been inseparable since then. He has my back and I have his since then and always will. 

As I park my bike and swing my leg over, Ranger makes his way out of the club with a grin on his face. 

"Welcome back prez, hope you cleared your head and are ready to get back to your role. Theses fuckers are harder to handle then I thought". He said as he pulls me into a hug and slaps my back. 

I know he's just kidding he loves his club brothers almost more than I do. " Definitely good to be back, getting easier as the years go by". I say as we walk to the door. 

"How's your Ma? Still holding up okay? " He says knowing how hard it has been on her. After all they have been together for over 30 years. 

" She's doing okay, still hard on her some days especially on their anniversary and the day he went." I say. 

" Shes a strong woman she will be okay in time they were together for a long time" He says putting his hand on my shoulder. 

"Yeah" I say and reach forward to open the door to the club house. 

The clubhouse is a big two  story  warehouse building that sat abandon for years before my grandfather bought it in the 70's. Since they we have down lots of work to it. Along the back wall is the wall to wall bar that serves us all after a long day on a run or just having a shitty day. Behind the bar you can always find at least two club bunnies serving the brothers whiskey, beer or their choice of poison. Of course Spike is sitting there, he hardly moves from his spot at the end of the bar where he sips a beer and just watches everyone, a silent one he is. That's what makes him a good enforcer silent but deadly. Get on his bad side and you may not see the next day.  

The other corners and surrounding areas have big couches that the brothers lounge on. A couple with bunnies in their laps. During the day its calm and PG but come night time and the boozes starts flowing there will be fucking, drinking and bunnies doing their job. Upstairs hold the bedrooms every member has a room that they crash here when the partying gets to heavy or they need to get away from their families for awhile. Most have their own homes but choose to stay here on those nights as we don't allow driving while drunk or drugs at all. The last room on the bottom level is where we hold church the one place that no one but brothers are allowed in. Even prospects aren't allowed tell they are full brothers.  My Office is along the same wall as Church a small office that hold the business side of the MC. Most people when they hear about an MC they think its all partying, drugs and booze that is a big apart of it. But the finances are a boring and important part that keeps the brothers and there families living a comfortable lifestyle. 

Ranger and I make our way over to Spike and signal to Crystal one of the bunnies for my usual, whiskey on the rocks and Rangers usual beer. Crystal is our head bunny that takes care of the girls and makes sure that they know and follows the rules. She's one of the good ones all the brothers like her and respect her.  

 Spike nods a "Hey Prez" as we sit down next to him.  

"How are you Spike?" I say as Crystal set my Whiskey down with a smile and a glance over at Spike. The two have been dancing around each other for years since she came to the club. But for some reason they haven't fucked yet that we know of at least.  They should just get it over with by now and stop beating around the bush. 

" I'm good Prez. Nothing good nor nothing bad to report". He says looking at the wall. 

We chat for a little longer before I decide to call it a night and head up to my room as I have been on the road all of last night. Normally I would take a bunny to bed on any other night but as i look over at them I realize I'm just to tired for that shit and the wanting to stay tell morning as I don't do that or never will do that. they now the drill its fuck then get the fuck out. I don't need nor want anyone as my O'lady. 

Oh how wrong I was. Faith has a way of doing that to a man......