By the time the California chapters rolled into the property two days later the entire clubhouse already felt louder and more crowded than usual. My mood had been getting worse since the second Blade announced they were bringing old ladies with them.
Bikes lined the front lot while patched members from different chapters unloaded bags and tools near the construction area and the sound of engines and shouting echoed across the property nonstop.
I stood near the side railing outside the clubhouse with crossed arms while watching the chaos below. Drake leaned beside me smoking quietly while amusement flickered across his face.
“You look thrilled.” He muttered.
“I already hate all of them.” I said.
“You haven’t even met them yet.” He said.
“I don’t need to.” I said.
That earned a
