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Chapter Twenty-Four
The murmur of my brother’s voices filled the air as we made our way into Church. Ham held the door open for us as we filed in one after another and took our respective seats. I wasn’t entirely sure what we had been called in for, but Optimus demanded every single member get their ass there. No excuses.
I reclined in my chair as I waited for Op to get to the point. I had a meeting in just over an hour at our security firm to discuss a big job we would be working at the end of the week. I needed to get in and make sure my boys knew exactly what they were doing and had their heads on straight. It was one thing I took very seriously.
Security was my thing. I made sure people were kept safe. Now that Op had put me in charge of the business that we created, I was busier than ever. Brothers by Blood chapters from all around the states were looking to me to help them build their own, because of how successful both our chapter and the Troy chapter had been.
We were making a lot of money, and I now had a team of over twelve men who worked permanent jobs every day, and another ten who were called in for bigger events and high profile members of the wider community. Even now, I was thinking about employing a few more boys in order to stretch our reach a little bit further.
It was keeping me on my toes with meetings, contracts, enquiries and bookings.
But I loved it.
It was what I was good at, and everyone knew that.
“It’s time we voted,” Optimus said simply when the room came to silence.
I looked around seeing frowning faces and raised eyebrows, finding relief in the fact that I wasn’t the only one confused about what the hell he was talking about. “And what are we voting on today exactly?”
Optimus smirked. “Ham.”
I found I wasn’t entirely surprised by this admission. Ham had been around for a long time now. I guess maybe just over a year. While there was no specific time limit for someone to have to prospect, it was usually around this point where the brothers felt as though they understood someone well enough to trust them with their lives.
We’d had a lot of shit happen over the last year.
A fucking lot of shit.
While other years aren’t exactly quiet and relaxing, we don’t usually have people trying to kill our members or our girls every couple months.
I liked Ham. I knew what my vote for him would be a long time ago. The kid was trustworthy, reliable and loyal to the fucking bone. He never argued, never made a fuss and got shit done. He was definitely one of the more promising prospects that we’d had, and I would happily ride with him through hell’s fire and be confident that he would have my back.
Of course, I hadn’t missed the eyes he had for Meyah since she’d been spending more time at the club with Hadley. So far my Old Lady had yet to mention it, maybe hoping that I wouldn’t notice. She was shit out of luck there.
I’d let it slide so far. Like I said, I liked the kid. He was smart and had his head screwed on the right way. As far as I was concerned, he could look after Meyah better than any other punk-ass teen boy around here could but I would let it play out. She was old enough to make her own decisions now, and if he was the one she wanted, there was gonna be nothing I could do to stop it.
Her mother, on the other hand, would be another story.
“I’m gonna be the first one to say yes,” I stated clearly, folding my arms across my chest.
“Agreed, a definite yes,” Blizzard confirmed with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
In order for a prospect to get in, the vote must be unanimous. If one brother feels like he can’t trust another, then it just can’t be done until that trust is earned.
The votes went around the table, one yes after another and when it finally reached Optimus, he couldn’t help but grin. “Looks like we got ourselves a new brother.”
I could practically feel the excitement filling the room. This wasn’t just a great honor for a prospect, but patching a new member meant a new addition to our legacy. We all knew how it felt to finally get that patch, how much pride soars through you to know that you’re part of something. We all joined the club for different reasons but the one thing we have in common was our love for the brotherhood, and Ham had proved that over and over again.
“Get him in here will you,” Op ordered.
Camo stood up and went to the door. “Come in man, need you for something.”
While prospects weren’t allowed in Church normally, it wasn’t unusual for us to call them in to give them their marching orders or let them know if there is something going on that they need to be aware of. Ham stepped through the doorway, pulling it closed behind him and waiting in silence.
“Well kid,” Op breathed out a heavy sigh for dramatic effect. Then he reached under the table and lifted a box out, placing it on the flat surface. With a harsh push, it skimmed down the table, Ham catching it before it slipped off the end. “Congrats.”
He looked puzzled for a moment, looking down at the package in his hands. He slowly opened it, his eyes growing wider and wider, just like the smiles of the brothers around the table. “You serious?” he whispered as he pulled out the patches that were inside.
Prospects had two patches—a top rocker, and a bottom rocker. The top read the name of the club and the bottom read ‘Prospect.’
