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They all smile at him.
“We appreciate y’all and love the fact we get to be here, united as one. It’s not often we can be under one roof together for a good cause. Generally, when we assemble like this, it’s not for anythin’ good. So it’s great to drink, chat with my brothers, and later… block your ears, Kailani…” everyone laughs, “… later I’m gonna fuck my wife.”
Kaia bursts out laughing, tugging on his cut to make him sit down, but he wraps his arm around her and continues anyway, raising his beer. “I wouldn’t want a better group of fuckers here with us, so raise your glasses to the mother of my child, the keeper of my heart, and the woman who tamed the untamable… my wife… Kaia. Sha… you fuckin’ own me,completely.”
A single tear slides down her cheek, and he wipes it away, leaning down to kiss her, but it’s not passionate like it has been all day—this one is softer, more intimate.
Kaia sniffles, pulling herself together, and clears her throat. “I love you and want to thank everyone, especially my now brother-in-law, Bayou. Because if it weren’t for him recommending Hurricane to come and get a tattoo from me, we wouldn’t be here today, and I wouldn’t have this amazing life I live or this gorgeous daughter we share. So, thank you, Bayou.”
He tilts his head as Kaia raises her glass in the air. “I am honored to be the First Lady of this club. I wear the patch with pride and will strive to ensure that NOLA Defiance is thriving and moving forward. So, if we can all raise our glasses and place our left fist over our chest.”
I smirk because we don’t do this often. It’s mainly when we need a boost going into battle, and it’s generally the president who does it, but hey, if Kaia wants a war cry, none of us are going stop her.
Hurricane smiles at her as all the brothers—NOLA, Chicago, Houston, and LA combined—bring their left fist to their chest and, in roaring unison, call out, “We are Defiance,” then we each pound our fist to our chest three times.
Kaia does it along with us, and Hurricane grins at her.He’s got a good catch in her.A loud cheer echoes through the compound as Hurricane turns and grabs Kaia, picking her up and kissing her again. This time it has the passion that was held back before as we all cheer and drink in celebration.
Maxxy turns to me, a bright smile on her face. “I never thought this would be such an uplifting event, seeing all you guys so pumped. This is great!”
I chuckle. “Having all the chapters here together is upping the ante. It’s fucking great to have the guys here for something good, not because we need their support for a fight we can’t win on our own.”
Maxxy nods. “I get it. Maybe you guys should do this more often? Have meet-ups?”
“The trouble is schedules, getting all the chapters to line up. They conflict too much. It’s an incredible feat that we got everyone here today like this.”
Maxxy slumps. “It makes sense. It sucks, but it makes sense.”
Suddenly, the proximity alert rings around the clubhouse.
Goddammit!
All the brothers stand, drawing out their guns.
The NOLA brothers glance toward Raid.
Hurricane scowls. “Talk to me, Raid.”
He types frantically on his tablet and shakes his head. “Shiiit, Hurricane, we have incoming.”
I kiss Maxxy on the temple, then flick off the safety on my gun while Hurricane and City start walking toward Raid.
“Bratva?” Hurricane asks.
“Worse… looks like feds.”
Marcel and the Baroness don’t seem fazed by the idea that we’re about to be raided, but the rest of us are tense.
“Defiance, raid protocol, now!” Hurricane calls out.
I push Maxxy toward the other girls, and she scoffs. “You’re kidding, right? You know I can stand with you guys. I’m just as much Defiance as you are, Hoodoo.”
“Maxxy, please. We don’t know what they’re gonna do, and we’re doing everything we can right now to keep you out of jail,remember?These are the feds, and they don’t fuck around. We’re not gonna be starting anything with them. We’ll be doing whatever the fuck they want. It’s why Raid is running around locking everything away, and the club girls are hiding our shit. We have this down to a fine art. They won’t find anything, and we won’t give them a reason to take anyone in. So I’m begging you, Max… stay back with the other old ladies.”
She exhales, her eyes meeting mine, her hand tightening against my fingers. “Be careful, okay?”
I briefly press my lips against hers before the siren sounds again, letting us know they’ve entered the compound. “Go, Maxxy, go!” I urge as I take off for the middle of the clubhouse where the rest of the brothers are lined up, including the Chicago, Houston, and LA brothers, and we stand in two rows in the middle of the clubhouse floor, waiting for the breach.
Raid glances down at his tablet and nods. “Here they come.”
