<em>Ghost before going out the door at the meeting</em><br/><br/>"Your woman?" Ghost looked aghast at Drake, "Maybe we should all put our women ahead of the club, she's the one who started all this shit, let her fight her own goddamn battles. Or maybe you don't think she is a capable member here."<br/><br/>It wasn't often that Ghost got this pissed off, especially at a club meeting, after all he was probably the biggest defender of the club and had always put his brothers ahead of everything. This shit going on here was just unacceptable.<br/><br/>Ghost turned to Ingrid with a look that would chill an ice cube. Fucking bitch, he thought, but decided to hold his tongue and hope this whole thing would just blow over. A woman member was one thing, he had come to accept that somewhat, but a member who is an old lady really didn't work when people started putting their dicks ahead of their brothers.<br/><br/>Ghost threw open the door and walked out.