Daddies Underground MC Club
For me.
I weave through the crowd like I own the damn place, which I do, technically, and plant myself at the head of the scarred oak table in the back room.
The Cursed Kings are already posted up, leather cuts gleaming under the neon beer signs. King and Caleb, the twin prez duo, sit side by side like mirror images of trouble, same ink, same scars, same smirk that says they’ve broken more laws than most men have teeth.
Between them, perched on the table’s edge like she’s the queen of both their worlds, is their old lady, Queenie. One woman, two presidents. Club legend says they share everything. I believe it.
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