“The same patch Knox earned except he never got to wear it on his body. But his name is on hers.”
Gent snorted. “But she’s not a part of our club.”
“She’s a part, brother.” Cross said.
My part.
Ace stared back at him. The others weren’t reading his claim, but Ace was. Loud and clear. He turned in his chair to face Cross.
“The patch is forever, brother.”
“I know.”
Ace lowered his chin. “Is that what you’re telling us? Addison’s forever for you?”
“Yeah.” Cross didn’t even hesitate.
Ace smiled and sat back in his chair. “Alright, let’s do a vote. Wraith?”
He nodded, and so did Cypher when Ace went down the line.
“Yeah,” Cue said.
“She keeps it,” Ghost said.
Oak snorted and shook his head. “Fine, it stays.”
Without Hyde and Jekyll present, their vote was null and void. But it had to be unanimous. He angled his head toward Gent, who seemed to be enjoying the suspense.
“Can she add my name to the tat?” Gent asked.
“Not on your fucking life, asshole.”
Gent chuckled. “I’ll agree to let her keep it, if you agree that if she ever wants to add my name, she can.”
“I’ll agree to that ’cause it’ll never happen, motherfucker.”
Gent shrugged. “Never say never, brother.”
Ace tapped the table, gaining everyone’s attention. “She’s got mine, so she can keep it.”
The club had spoken. They walked out of the meeting to find Cleo and Addison standing near the bar. When he met her stare, he saw a flash of panic in her eyes. He subtly shook his head, hoping to put her at ease immediately. He would take her to his room and explain everything. Or so he thought.
“Well, since you get to keep it, let’s fucking see it, darlin’.”
“What?” Addison’s eyes swiftly moved over the men surrounding her.
Gent smirked. “Your tat.”
“My…” She looked over at Cross.
“Show them.” He said.
Addison hesitated until Cleo moved toward her.
“You got a tattoo? Can I see it?”
Addison smiled and slowly lifted her hair and turned. Cross watched Cleo’s face. No one appreciated it more than her.Or me.
