Chapter 20
Dagger
I woke up to Moon curled up to my side, her head laid on my chest. All I've thought about since is how right it felt to wake up next to her and how I never want this feeling to go away. How she kissed me goodbye while still being half asleep is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I should be hating myself for loving her the way I do especially after just losing Razor. I should feel guilty, but I don't.
The only way I can make him happy now is if I keep her safe, and I will. She's mine to protect.
"Church," Pyro yells as he makes his way downstairs after I hear him bang on everyone's doors upstairs. I seem to be the only one up and ready.
I follow Pyro in, choosing to stand in the corner knowing I no longer have a seat at this table. I lost that when I chose to claim Moon in front of the whole club.
"Sit your ass down brother," Pyro says gesturing to the seat next to where he's sat at the head of the table. My old seat when I used to be VP.
"You don't think that would piss some people off?" I ask, quirking a brow.
"Who gives a damn who it pisses off, sit down Young Buck," Porky says as he strolls in wearing the leather Cut I haven't seen him in since retirement. There's a 'founding member' patch where his president patch used to sit.
"What're you doing here old timer?" I say jokingly as I take my seat. Porky sits directly in front of me in Pyro's old spot.
"When a new president calls and asks for reinforcements I'll always come running." He replies straightening his cut with a smile on his face, you can tell he's missed it.
Everyone else files in taking their seats, eyeing Pyro, Porky, and I suspiciously.
Pyro slams down the gavel letting everyone know Church has begun, everyone's attention zeros in on him.
"We've had a great loss, everyone can agree on that," he starts, everyone nods solemnly in agreement as he continues.
"But this club doesn't fall with the loss of a brother. We grow stronger, we come back harder... that being said now that the Reapers are weakened I think it's time we take control of Hugh Street and Greer." He states matter of factly, like taking over some of their territory is the obvious next course of action.
"I say that's light work after how they did my boy. I say we block their money flow. Steal their coke suppliers, poach their dealers, take over some of their territory." Porky says slamming his hand down open palm against the table.
"I second," Swiss says with a nod.
"Third," Nova adds.
"That would mean war," I say plainly.
"You think I'm scared of war boy?" Porky asks both hands pressed flat against the table menacingly.
"I was just asking if we're ready for what that means for the club," I reply.
"All in favor of Porky's route say ‘I’."Pyro Demands.
The whole room sounds, every biker ready for war.
"We have the upper hand now it's time to wipe them out for good, we'll call in Wrecker and have his charter back us," Pyro states before slamming down the gavel telling everyone that the decision is final.
"Next order of business. Porky and I have been talking, this matter is about the fate of one of our very own." He says gesturing to me. I look at him questioningly. What the fuck is he talking about?
"I vote we patch him back in. My son stripped him of his patch out of anger, you all know this." Porky states and everyone seems to contemplate it for a moment. Everyone respects Porky he's not only a founding member, but he's also the first president of this charter. He could say anything and the club would take it into consideration. It just catches me off guard, I'm not sure why he would vouch for me. He has no reason to.
"Everyone in this room has seen the love he has for my granddaughter. I say we bring him back in on one condition..." he pauses for dramatic flare everyone's attention is honed in on him including mine.
This is the first I'm hearing of any of this, and baffled is an understatement.
"You have to give my granddaughter your property patch." Everyone's eyebrows including my own shoot up. Not because it's something I'm not willing to do... because shit, I wanted to do that back when I still had a patch!
I'm just in shock that he would even be okay with that knowing his son was so against Moon and I being together.
"She's proved to be more than strong enough to wear our colors and what comes along with that. She saved my life." Pyro states strongly. Telling me this is more of a gift for her than for me, a thank you.
"Not to mention she knows the ins and outs of this club as well as any of you sitting here. I'm not saying give her a seat at the table, that's against our bylaws. I'm saying let her old man have his place at our table and let her fly our colors." Porky tacks on. Porky and Pyro then fall silent giving everyone a chance to mull it over.
"I say he never deserved to lose it in the first place. You can't help who you fall in love with." Swiss says. I make eye contact with him, nodding in agreement.
"My son knew that and he was on the verge of understanding and coming to terms with that. The story of him and Monica wasn't so different from Dagger and Moon, if y'all remember correctly. Razor just had a tough time getting past being a papa bear." I nod, understanding why Razor would feel the way he did about things.
"All in favor?" Pyro asks.
"I,"
"I,"
The whole table sounds in agreement, everyone aside from Nova. Causing everyone's attention to shift to him. The vote has to be unanimous when it comes to the patch.
"I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm protective is all. She is the closest friend I've ever had, I have a special type of love for her that's so complex... I just need you to understand if you ever hurt her I will kill you myself." Nova states, shocking everyone. He's never been the type to be serious, he's always been the flirty jokester of the bunch.
I nod knowing that if I ever hurt her, I'd beg him to.
"I," he says hesitantly, staring me down.
"Do you agree to the terms?" Pyro asks me, referring to giving Moon her Property Patch.
"I more than fucking agree. That's my woman. I wanted her by my side, even when it meant I could no longer be a patched member. Of course, I'd want her by my side with the support of my brothers." I say meaning every word.
Pyro slams the gavel, and Porky hands me my patches including Moon's new patches and my VP patch. I look up at Pyro in question.
"It's yours if you want it, brother." He says with a grin on his face.
The president chooses their vice president, it's in the bylaws. No one can dispute it.
"Damn straight I fucking want it!" I say with a laugh gripping his hand and pulling him into a bro hug as he stands, patting him on the back.
"Anyone else have a matter they want to bring to the table?" Pyro asks. And after no one says anything he slams down the gavel once more concluding the meeting. Everyone rises from their seats, ready to get to business. War will be coming soon, it's time to prepare. Time to go find a new group of prospects.
"Welcome home," Porky says patting me on the shoulder and giving me a wink as he passes me, walking out the door.
I put my patches in my pocket thinking about how the hell I'm going to ask Moon to be my Old Lady. Shit, I've got to get her a Cut too for her patches to go on.
My girl needs riding leathers if she's going to be on the back of my bike permanently.