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Rarely have I been allowed to set foot in this room. At the head of the table with the club’s insignia carved into its wood, a bearded skull flanked by two motorcycles, sits Murder. The man I hope to call my Prez like my father once did. A bear of a man who would rather kill ya than look at ya.
Earning his respect has been one of my biggest goals. He’s a real mean son of a bitch and I’ve always looked up to him. There were times in my life I’d wished he were my dad. My own wasn’t the best, but he was the one I got. He did the best he could.
“You going to join us or stand there and stare?” Hound says on a grumble.
Smoke shoots me a chin lift. I still don’t like the asshole, but in time, I can learn to tolerate him.
The guys are all wearing grins and I know tonight I’m getting what I’ve always wanted. Funny how when you achieve what you think that is, it seems surreal. I should be happy, but all I can think about is Stella. What is it with me wanting women who choose other men?
Guess men really do want what they can’t have. That’s what my mom has always said. That my dad split on her once the chase was over. Is that why I’m over Ember and why I can’t get Stella out of my head? Fuck if I know.
I shake off that bullshit and pull up a chair. This is where I’m meant to be. I’m becoming the man I always swore I’d be. A Royal Bastard by blood and in loyalty.
Viking slaps me on the back and sits next to me.
“We’ve put it to a vote,” Murder starts off. “Your old man was one hell of a guy. I loved him and I know that he’d be sitting here with a smile on his face tonight if he could. He’d be damn proud of the man the boy he raised has become. Hate to be the one to tell you…” he pauses and tugs at his beard, giving me a mean look. I gulp. Fuck, is he kicking me out? “But your probation period ends tonight. The true test of your loyalty starts now. You better be ready to give your all this club. No matter the cost. Hope you brought your wallet because it’s time to pay your dues. Welcome to the club, T-bird.”
East slaps cut down on the table and the back patch to go with it.
“Yeah!” someone shouts and the guys swarm me with their congrats and welcomes. “Patch party!”
“We’ve got your welcome gift upstairs, brother,” Banks tells me, slapping me on the chest a little harder than necessary.
I just hope it’s not Madison. I don’t tell them that, though.
Chapter 12
Fucking knew it.
Madison.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s fine as fuck. Stacked in the best ways. A gorgeous blonde with a hell of a nice rack and even nice ass. She’s got curves in all the right places. Any other night, I’d be all over her. Taking her upstairs to suck my dick.
My old man is probably rolling in his grave at the thought of me turning down some fine pussy. He’d be telling me to quit crying over a bitch and go fuck the thoughts of her out of my system. Maybe that’s exactly what I need to do.
I should be living this night up. Instead, I’m unable to enjoy my beer. I’ve got a hot ass woman sitting in my lap ready to do whatever I ask her to. She bends forward to jiggle her cheeks in my face. She’s not the only clubwhore hanging around tonight, but she’s already been told that tonight she’s all mine.
And yet here I sit, not giving a fuck about it.
Is this what it’s like for the rest of the brothers when they fucking fall hard?
I’m not supposed to be hung up on some chick that I hardly know, and yet at the same time it’s as though I’ve known Stella for years. I probably listened to thirty-six hours’ worth of her podcast. Partly to get information. Mostly to hear her voice.
All I can think about is how the other night after she chose to get in that car, I sat in the pouring rain and told my dead old man all about her. Then I went home and took a hot shower, trying to ease my mind and tell myself that letting her go was the right thing. Next thing I knew, I was knocking on her door.
How fitting that she wasn’t alone. I don’t know what I expected.
Maybe I’m more like my father than I thought.
Doomed to be on my own. A new woman every night of the week. He too had a thing for women who weren’t meant to be his. He loved them married and unattached to him.
I take a heavy pull from my beer followed by some puff puff pass. I’ll do whatever it takes to numb my mind. To stop remembering a night that almost never was.
“Let’s take this party upstairs,” I tell Madison, giving her hip a squeeze.
“Whatever you want, handsome.” She comes in for a kiss, tasting all wrong. I try to ignore the weight of dread sinking into the pit of my stomach.
I hand my beer off to the prospect and allow her to lead the way. Madison sways her hips in her barely there denim mini skirt. Halfway up the stairs, I pause. Everything about going to a room with her feels ten shades of wrong.
