Rod
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“Cut me some slack, old man, I’ve never been president of a club before. I have to tell you, it’s quite intriguing.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” he says sarcastically.
“Well, I can see the draw,” I tell him flatly.
When I know he’s good and riled up, I break the news to him softly.
“We’ll be leaving in five minutes,” I tell him. “I had you going for a minute there.”
“Bye Rodney,” he says avoiding the admission of being had.
I instruct the crew to get ready to roll and that our first order of business is a partnership with the Green Dragons.
“Isn’t that the club your old man wanted to take over?” One junior member asks.
“Yeah, he wanted a takeover and now one’s going to happen – just not the way he planned it all out.”
The members of the Deathdealers all back me up as we ride out of Haleysville and make our way to Hinton Township. Before we leave, I swear my allegiance to Ronan Fitzgerald and the colors of the Green Dragons and the members do the same. We ride out to see if they’ll take us under their wing.
When we get there, Ronan declines my request to be absorbed into the Green Dragons.
He jokes, “You said you enjoyed the leadership role, so you can have it.”
“Come on old man, this was your idea,” I nitpick.
“Yeah, but you wanted to play president,” he snipes.
“Take us under your wing, you know you want to,” I nag him. “If you don’t, I’ll unleash your pregnant daughter on you.”
“No one wants that,” he tells me quietly.
Ronan announces that each member of the remaining Deathdealers will undergo a background check and criminal investigation by Trish before being accepted into the club.
He tells us, “Her word is gold, so whatever she says, goes.”
I feel proud in knowing that she would love to hear those words come from her father’s mouth. They all nod in agreement and he walks down the line shaking each of our hands.
“Welcome to the Green Dragons. I’m Ronan Fitzgerald, your new president. Rodney, you are relieved.”
“I stand relieved,” I reply.
A month later, word gets out to my father of the union between the Dragons and the Deathdealers. He doesn’t sound happy when he leaves messages on my voicemail, but I refuse to speak to him directly or through his lawyer, no matter how many times they call.
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