Iron
While Lexie got ready for work Thursday morning, I looked at the money she was handed. Whoever this woman was, gave her a good amount of money. I dumped the money out of the envelope onto the bed. The bundles were all hundreds. Picking up one of the stacks, I looked it over. On the side of the band that held the bundle together was a marking. One I was all too familiar with. It was one Digs, my chapter's president, used all the time. It was his way of keeping track of the stacks of bills and who they went to while still in the safe and being held onto at the clubhouse. Some of the guys still did runs for the club, something that was how the club brought in all its money before Digs took over. Some of those runs still happen, and some of those clients pay half their bill upfront. Digs
