"She's a liability!"
"Bullshit! And what does that matter to you anyway, part timer? When was the last time your old lady even showed up to Sunday dinner with the club?"
"She has Lupus!"
"So who is the fucking liability? Even before, twenty years ago, remind me what she did for the club? What? Nothing? Just because a lot of the old ladies now pitch in and do shit doesn't mean it's required."
"She aint cut out for this life is what I mean! She is a liability, look at her! Could she even hold a gun if it came to a firefight?"
"Why would there be a firefight, Lee?" Luka asked calmly. "Unless someone went behind my back and is allowing trading in our borders again. Something I need to worry about, Lee? We gonna have fucking ATF coming around here again like they did when you had the bit in your teeth?"
"You are weak, Luka, she proves it. She represents everything wrong with the club now! Letting soft Cherry's in, letting new patches bring in sweeties! No one should be allowed an old lady
