Free GGS: Good Gaelic Souls A Biker Saga (G.G.S) by Pamela Murdaugh Smith Page B

thinking about the club and what comes next, she decided it was time to begin the conversation. "Strangler," she started, as he turned to look at her closely, "Yeah Angel?" he asked. "I want to talk about whats next for the club," she told him. "Are you guys up to this yet?" she asked, eyeing Samson first. Seeing that he was at ease, she looked back over at Strangler. "If your ready, we're ready," Strangler replied, "Where do you want to start?" Giving her the lead to say what was on her mind.
    "Well, with the obvious first." she replied. "You have to step up immediately, the club has to have an acting President." She continued as they both nodded slowly in agreement. "The question is, do you still want it or do you want it to go to a vote?" Both of them looked at each other quickly and Strangler spoke up. "That's been done, Angel." he advised, watching the expression of suprise cross her face. "That was the "Club Business" that we tended to last night." he said, explaining further so as to clear any confusion or frustration that she might be experiencing, "Moby and Rage felt that, even though I was a given and nobody was attempting to challenge Slider's choice, it should be official as quickly as possible. Nobody wanted to push you into anything that you might not be ready to deal with yet. In the time that you were sleeping, there was a silent vote that included every member. So, in light of the circumstances, we went through the basic motions with just the Officer's. Griff is waiting to get with you to plan a traditional ceromony at whatever time you feel appropriate."
    Both of them saw her eyes turn a darker green, those subtle little flecks of brown and dark green had taken over quickly and they knew that she was pissed. Preparing for the onslaught, they braced themselves, but less than a moment later they were suprised when she took a deep breath and spoke with a much softer voice than they expected. As she spoke, they witnessed the darker colors recede allowing the mist to come to the forefront. "Understood." she said evenly, wiping at a runaway tear. "That makes perfect sense, the club can't be leaderless and we all knew that you were going to step up. I guess I'm just upset that I missed it, but I suppose that's just me being selfish. Congratulations Prez." she said as she leaned over and kissed him.
    Turning towards Samson she spoke again, "So does that mean that I missed you stepping up to V.P?" Samson quickly shook his head, "No way, sister," He said. "We only did what we felt was necessary and everything else will wait for the ceremony. Promise." He added, hoping to make her feel a little more at ease with it all. "Okay then, what's done is done, and it was done so for good reason. I'm good with it, let's move on." She replied in a resigned tone. "Has anyone heard from Serenity yet?" she asked hopefully, both of them shook their heads. "Not a word." Offered Strangler. "That's so fucking Serenity." She thought, missing her again, now more than ever. She had secretly been hoping that she would come back with the guys. Now she was worried again.
    Samson informed her that there was a new couple who were possible candidate's for probation, and when everything had settled down, they would be invited to a, Meet and Greet. "I think you'll like them," he told her, "They are recent transplants, no children. They heard about us through some of the locals who attended Sliders funeral. He is a farmer by trade, so if they end up being a good fit and decide to stay, his could be an asset." Stax agreed and looked to Strangler for his input. "We'll have to wait and see." was all he said. Stax trusted his opinion, he could read people pretty damn good. He would size them up, watch them closely to confirm his suspicions and then call them out, if he felt it necessary. He was rarely wrong.
    Stax dismissed herself briefly, and headed to the laundry room to throw the clothes in the dryer. When she returned they discussed the immediate