With that, War stood tall, waiting for someone to stand against him.
"So... what now?" Shooter asked, pi.ssed right off. "I get demoted? Prospect all over again? Tell me, son." he spat with a forced laugh, mocking the situation.
War wasn't impressed though.
"No," he stated. "You got two hours to get your sh.it and get the f***k out."
Chopper shot to his feet at that.
"You can't just kick him out!"
"Yes I can!" War yelled. "I'm the fu.cking president now, and I want you out! For good. I don't care where you go, but you ain't staying here. I'm not letting you put my sister through anything else. And if anyone disagrees... they can go with you. This is the one and only time I'll allow anyone to walk away from the club without consequences."
War's warning settled in the room. Shooter lo
