Unforeseen by Blair Grey

Excerpt: Thick waves of smoke moved through the dimly lit room the Iron Cobras’ council called the round table chamber. Most of the eight council members held cigars between their lips as they perused the agenda for the meeting.
A meeting meant for me.
The men sat in a circle around a wooden table with ornate carvings that ran down the pedestal that held the huge table up. More carvings on top of the table told where each member was to sit.
The table that was divided into eight places, much like a pie is cut, had the positions labeled at the bottom of each triangle. A coiled, hooded cobra with wings filled the middle of the table. Carvings of motorcycles, bearded men, and shapely women filled in most of the rest of the space.
I had been seated in a tall chair, under a bright overhead light, and told not to speak unless asked a direct question. I’d proven myself worthy of moving up from a prospect to becoming a full-fledged member of the MC. But there was more to prove to the council and other members who I would be joining if I was going to gain that coveted patch.
Carl, the president, gave a slight nod that I found let the rest of the council know that he was ready to start the meeting as the secretary, James Mathews, began the proceedings, “Welcome to your first meeting of the Iron Cobras, Garrett Robertson. This meeting is to inform you of the rules we expect you to live by if you are to become an Iron Cobra. My name is James Mathews. Our president is Carl Davis. Vice president – Leo Clapton. Sergeant at Arms – Clyde Thomas. Our Road Captain is Danny Smith. Steve McDonald is our Treasurer. Lucas Hoss is our Chaplain. And last but certainly not least is our Enforcer – Lyle Franklin. It will be Lyle who will guide you through this process of learning the rules and making sure you adhere to them.” He looked at the fierce-looking man with a dark beard that went to his midsection. “Lyle, I will give you the floor.”