Two motorcycles rumble in behind me and park in open spots. It's Pigpen and Dust. They're part of the volunteers tailing me and Violet until we're safe.

I already texted Pigpen and Dust and they're heading with us.

And if by some miracle he did manage to start the truck, Pigpen and Dust would stand around it like human cement pillars.

Pigpen and Dust chuckle, but the rest of the patrons take an intense interest in their food or menu.

Pigpen and Dust lent a hand.

Most of the guys from the club who are employees for the security company are out on runs. The other half of the club, the guys who work normal jobs, are out doing their thing

The club owns a legit security company that travels alongside semi-loads of expensive goods to guarantee that the truck makes it to point B from point A without any problems. People don’t know it, but trucks being jacked for their loads happens more often than one would think. The security company is a ride-along bouncer.

That’s a huge reason why Cyrus started the security company—to give jobs to brothers who the community shut out.

Pigpen and Dust have already told me, multiple times, that lots of brothers are ready and willing to buy me as many beers as I can drink tonight, tomorrow night, forever.