Chapter One

Leo

Marco called us all into the drawing room. He seems agitated and excited. Kimmy and Miles walk with me as we walk into the room. Marco is already sitting down and on the phone to some decorators.

The house is full of men and club groupies, why does he need the house to be decorated?

The club house consisted of the drawing room, a bar and gaming area, a kitchen and 4 living apartments. 3 of the apartments are already owned by the Marco - the President, me - the Vice President, and the other room is for any of the members that need a place to crash. There is one room that is always locked and no one is allowed to enter. Which is great for me because it's next to my apartment. In fact it's in-between mine and Marco's room.

"Ahh, Leo I need you to do a favour for me." Marco said when he saw me and the boys Walt's in.

"Sure man what is it?"

"Go to the florist and get 4 sets of a dozen white roses for me and be back before noon."

I'm sorry WHAT!?

"Umm, okay but why?" I watched him get up and walk toward the doors.

"We have an important person returning home and they are fussy about appearance. So, Leo I suggest you get to it before you end up ball-less." With that he chuckled slightly and walked out of the room.

I got up and walked toward my apartment and admired the view before me. A red and black Harley Davidson Classic was mantled into a alcove in the wall. Above it one of the club cuts. It brandished the club sign and our name. It was a masterpiece of work. A withering angel surrounded by a flurry of roses some wilting but all with red and white colour. According to the other members it was Marco's daughter who designed it when she was 11. I've never met her nor do I know her name but Marco shows me pictures sometimes but it was from when she was 13. Some of the guys know her but the rest of us only hear about her. By the sound of it she's still quite young 17 maybe 18. One thing I do know is that she is not allowed to be talked about. I get into my apartment and walk over to my bed. I grab my leather cut and walk out of the club house to get on my black Harley Davidson Fatboy.

I've been a part of the club for 7 years, which is when Marco moved the founding club from Italy to California. We are the original club and we have other factions in New York, Washington, Florida and Texas. There are clubs in Rome and Florence as well but they tend to more civil servants in Italy.

I arrive at the florist and place my order, ignoring the seductive looks from the cashier lady and the other worker on the shop. I asked for the flowers to be delivered to the club house and set my way home.

The first thing I notice is that the house is instantly alive. There is an electric buzz in the air. I look around and see that the room that is always locked had its door open and people are clearing and cleaning out the room. The gaming area and the bar are being cleaned and sorted out. I see Logan looking around with a great smile on his face.

"Yo, what's going on man?" I call his attention and he spun towards my with a bucket of pale yellow paint in his hand. He rushed up to me and passed me the paint.

"Oh man you have no idea do you" he let out a breathy laugh as he got a hold of paint rollers. With that he walked away and into the locked room.

All of the guys were excited and then I saw that the red Harley classic was being wheeled out by Kimmy and Matt. The only person not sharing the excited rush was Tom.

I walked into my room and left the rush behind me and waited for the flowers to be delivered. I'll have to talk to Marco when he returns.

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