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I love this girl more than any goddamn thing in this world.
I walk into the garage happier than a pig in shit. Reaper’s curious smirk meets mine as he follows me out to the driveway, where we both straddle our bikes. “Think you can beat me there, old man?”
“You’re on, kid.”
Taking off down the road behind my father-in-law/VP, I hit the throttle, effectively maneuvering my bike past him. I look in my rearview mirror and laugh as he shakes his head. I let off the throttle when I notice a cop ahead. Reaper pulls up to the light next to me and shakes his head again with a smile. “Almost got ya,” he calls over the rumble of the pipes.
The rest of the ride there is an easy cruise, riding next to each other instead of racing. I let him pull into the lot before me, rolling my eyes as he flicks me off when we park.
“See how I didn’t speed once, yet still won?”
“Fuck off,” I laugh. “If that cop wouldn’t have been there, I woulda been here ten minutes ago.”
“Alas, the cop was there, and I still won.” He smiles.
I wave him off with a chuckle and follow him into the clubhouse. We drop our phones into the bin on our way into the back room where we hold church.
Ghost sits at the head of the table, and Reaper heads to the empty seat on his left. Tiny, Razor, my dad, Trigger, Tank, Flame, and Texas all surround the table. Seems the VP and I were the last to get here.
I pull a chair out and drop my large frame into it. Leaning back, I bring my ankle up to rest on my knee.
“So what’s this all about?” Tiny grumbles crankily.
Ghost looks across the table at him, and his face breaks into a smile. “We have a visitor.”
Just then, the door opens, and a smiling Maggie pushes Horse into the room in a wheelchair.
“What the fuck,” Tank pushes back from the table and rushes over to help Maggie settle his chair against his usual spot at the table. “What are you doing here, fucker? You should be in bed!”
“Fuck off with that shit,” Horse grumbles with a cough. “No way I wasn’t going to be here for this.”
“What’s going on?” Tiny asks again.
“I’ll be waiting in the kitchen for you,” Maggie says, pressing a kiss to her ol’ man’s head.
“Love you, baby,” Horse says as his wife leaves the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
“Goddamn, old man. It’s so fucking good to see you,” Texas says from his seat right next to Horse.
Ghost clears his throat and sits forward in his chair. “Patch,” is the only thing he says.
We all look at my brother and wait for him to continue. Pressing his finger against his lips, he seems lost in thought for a moment before continuing. “He’s been a prospect for almost 15 months now. Reap and I decided it’s time to bring it to the table.”
A smile breaks my stoic face. This is the first patching I’ve been able to attend as a member at the table, and hopefully, it’s not the last.
My eyes jump around the room to all of my brothers' smiles. Horse, even as weak as he may seem, smiles brightly at the knowledge of what’s happening today.
“All in favor of Patch earning his patch today?” Ghost asks, meeting each brother's eye.
The ‘yays’ around the room are unanimous. Cheers ring out around the table as a few of us bang our fists against the wood. “Fuck yeah!” I call.
“Ring, go grab him.”
I nod at my brother and smile as I see Reaper grab a box from the shelf in the corner, dropping it to the table.
With an extra bounce in my step, I head to the main room. I don’t find Patch, so I head outside and find him leaning over his bike tinkering with something.
“Patch,” I call out.
