Kevin couldn’t believe his luck now. He had finally taken care of his sissy ass son and dumped his lifeless body in a ditch out in the country far away from their home. There is no way no one could blame him for killing his son. No one saw him leave their house last night or even seen him dump the body in the ditch either. His neighbors knew that he punishes his son a lot and they didn’t like him either. They thought he should have been more of a boy as well, instead of acting like a sissy. It was his friend George that had called him and told him about Angel parading around at home dressed in girl’s clothes. He wouldn’t be missed at school. He had already pulled Angel out of school ever since he hatched his plan to kill his sissy son. Now he could go and join his friend Tucker and get that drug business they had been planning started ever since they first meet. His friend Tucker was a member of the Black Devils motorcycle club that produces, sold and transported drugs all over their state and the next three states around them. If they paid a share of their business to the local large motorcycle club, they weren’t messed with. Another reason Kevin had waited so long to kill his son, was that he didn’t have to report to his parole officer any more. After the accidental shooting of his wife by him and the two gang members he cheated out of money. He only had six more months to go, before he could follow his dream. If his son had been more of a man, he would had taken him with him and introduce him into the life style of being an Outlaw. Instead, his son was a big sissy and not a man at all.

True, his son had been born with one of the parts that identify a male child, but his testes had never dropped down. The last time they took Angel to see the Doctor about this, he told them that their son had never been born with them. Somehow while his son developed inside his wife’s womb, his sons body never allowed them to develop. All the Doctor could do was put his son on hormone replacement therapy and let the hormones develop Angel into a man., Instead of doing that, the hormones had an ill effect on Angel’s body and couldn’t take them. His body rejected them and no matter what types of male hormones the doctor prescribes. Angel either wouldn’t take them or pour them all out or his body would reject them. That was why he hated his son so much. No matter how hard he tried to make a man out of his son, he would always resist. That’s when he decided that he would kill his son. After his wife was killed, he didn’t see any reason to keep him around any longer. Now he could pursue the life he wanted and not have anything to hold him back or to let others locate him.

Kevin looks at his watch and notice he had twenty minutes to meet Tucker at the bar the club owned in town. He takes one last look at the hotel room he had gotten this morning when he arrived in town. After tonight he hopes to be pledged into the Black Devils club. He already had his motorcycle which was a Harley Davidson with 12000cc custom motor job done. Even tho the Black Devils Motorcycle club doesn’t require any particular type of motorcycle to join, he wanted to impress the leader of the club with his motorcycle. He picks his helmet up and heads down towards his motorcycle and mounts it. When he fires the motorcycle, it sends shivers through out his body to hear the rumble of the exhaust and to feel the power under him vibrate. He puts it into gear and heads off towards the bar where he is to meet Tucker. He notices all the motorcycles outside in front of the bar, plus several guys standing around outside as well. Some of them he knows are prospects or hang around. Tonight, he goes from being a prospect to being a full fledge patched member. He paid the club the money they asked for and did everything they asked of him, while he was still on his parole. His parole Officer never knew about his involvement with the club, nor the fact that his friend Tucker had approached him about starting his drug business back up again. He parks his motorcycle and heads inside the bar. He spots his friend Tucker over at his normal table and heads over towards him.

Tucker had been drinking his beer waiting on his friend to show up. He had promise him to go back into business with him after he was release from his parole. Tucker knew about the death of Kevin’s wife and how it had been staged to look like an accidental shooting. He also knew about Kevin’s sissy looking son, which brought so much grief to his friend’s life. When he received a phone call this morning saying the brat was dead and that Kevin was now free to join up. Tucker had called his leader and arranged to get him to agree to allow Kevin to be patched tonight as a full member. Tucker had plans for him and Kevin and having nothing to tie his friend down now worked perfectly into his plans.

“Enjoying the beer Tucker?” Kevin says as he sits down across from his friend.
Tucker looks up and over towards Kevin “it’s okay for a micro-brew beer. So, you have finally taken the plunge and are now ready to commit full time to the club?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. That sissy son of mine has finally gotten what he deserved and is no longer among us. I wouldn’t be surprise there is a news piece done on finding his body. That is if they ever find his body. Where I dumped him, they barely ever patrol those roads for anything and the scavengers around there would have cleaned his body by the time anyone did find his remains.” Kevin looks at his friend to see what he thought.

An evil smile appears on Tucker’s face at his friend’s statement “Your one cold hearted bastard, Kevin”

“If I had a son worth having, he would have to be more like your oldest Tucker. At least you can be proud of what he has accomplished and how much respect he receives from the other motorcycle clubs around here.” Kevin motions for a waitress to bring him a beer.
“True, he’s done a lot to make me proud of him. In our world, you don’t get notice if you’re weak. Which brings me to this my friend?” He stands up and two guys appear behind Kevin and seize both of his arms and carry him over towards a man with a grey bread and matching pony tail. The women near him leaves his side as he looks at Kevin face-to-face.

“I’ve heard good things about you Kevin or should I call you “Cutter” instead?” The old man just examines Kevin’s eyes and facial features. Looking for any sign that Kevin might be an undercover cop.

“Whatever name you would like to call me Big Tony.” Kevin knew right away who this man was and what respect he should show him.

Tony rubs his chin “Whatever name I would like to call you, you say.” He rubs his chin even more.

“You’ll be known among us as Cutter from this day forward. Here is your vest boy. Wear it with pride and honor our brotherhood.” Tony hands the leather vest to Kevin and watches as he puts it on.

A big ole’ smile appears on Kevin’s face. He’s been waiting for this day for six months now.

“First round is on me brother’s!” Kevin looks at all his fellow brothers and announce his intentions.

The beer and whiskey start flowing as the bar starts becoming rowdy and southern metal rock starts to blare from the speakers in the bar. The Mama’s of the gang are socializing with different members of the club. At least two of the mama’s attach themselves to Kevin since he is a new member and show him a good time there in the bar that day.