Diesel's fingers stroked through coal coiled strands as he looked at everyone gathered. This was his family, his friends, people he cared about. Nothing was ever an easy decision for him as he knew that power corrupted and sometimes the difficult decision needed to be made. A fact that was painfully true after the death of Nikita. With hands on his hips he leaned against a wall before calling out, "Church starts in thirty minutes. Make sure you eat up, we got a busy day." Little did the club president know it was going to be a very busy, traumatic, day that would bring change to many things.
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