Polk 27.
Arms wrapped around Quinn from behind, we sway slightly as we people watch. The turnout for today…humbling. Word spread through the MC world and there are so many clubs represented here today. Quinn hasn’t stopped crying most of the day, grateful and overwhelmed and fucking happy.
We’ve raised a shit ton of money to get QFW started and there are representatives from the area hospitals here at Quinn’s urging. She’s worked in the medical field for years and has amassed a lot of contacts. A buddy of mine that trains service dogs has a booth set up and has been talking with Quinn’s neurologist for quite a while now. Networking at it’s finest.
Nibbling on her neck, she squeezes my arm over her stomach, exhaling a contented sigh. “You did good, darlin’.”
“We did.” She’s never one to take credit, always deflecting and sharing it amongst others. Quinn is an extraordinary woman, and she’s mine.
“Spastic, I’d like you to meet a couple of Time Served Nomads.”
“Nomads are club brothers who travel around rather than remain stationary at a specific club location,” Quinn recites proudly, having listened to Betty and Stacy give her a crash course in motorcycle club terminology and etiquette. “Quinn Fucking Palomeni—”
“Walker,” I interrupt her, earning a teasing glare over her shoulder before she focuses back on the men with Madison.
“Soon. Pleasure to meet you, thank you for traveling out this way and supporting such a worthy cause.”
“Pleasure’s mine, little lady. Name’s Soup.” His southern accent is thick. He’s laying on the charm, bringing Quinn’s hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
Forest and Pepper each smack my back as they laugh at whatever expression is on my face. Murderous. It’s probably a murderous expression.
“Miss Quinn, you’ve done an amazing job orchestratin’ all this today.” Pepper gives her a wink with her praise and my patience is being tested. Forest shakes her hand as well and it’s like I blink and suddenly the three of them and Quinn are cutting up. Like they’ve known each other for years. And she’s no longer in my arms, but gesticulating wildly a few feet away, attracting the attention of the Satan’s Stokers and Chutzpah Hooligans from near Cleveland, Ohio.
Madison grins, circling the quartet to stand at my side. “You think she knows they’ve spent time in prison?”
“You think she cares?”
Madison shakes his head, “Nah.” He stares at her for a moment, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. “She’s something else.”
“Yeah, she is.”
He pats my shoulder, “You did good, brother.” A shrieking comes from across the parking lot we’ve commandeered for today’s festivities. “Ugh. Remind me to kick Lincoln in the balls for bringing them damn dicks and boobs into my life.” He turns his head side to side, then cups his hands around his mouth, “ADAMS!” Veep’s head pops up amongst the crowd. “Manage the dicks and boobs!” The scowl on Adams’ face tickles me. Madison and I stand back, giving Quinn some space as she does her thing. I wave at Cosimo and Gaetano Pipilini, a few brothers from the Stokers, and Konstantin and Gus of the dicks and boobs.
I grin as Joe approaches our group. He gives me a chin lift. Quinn sees him and steps away from her new admirers to greet him. Only he bypasses her and stops in front of Madison. I lift my arm and Quinn slides underneath. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I listen to Joe and Madison’s conversation.
“Madison, I want to prospect for the Congressionals MC. What do I need to do?”
“Holy shit.” Quinn mutters. I look down at her and relax when I see her smiling. I should have known she wouldn’t mind Joe joining the club.
“You wanna prospect?”
Joe nods, “Yes, sir.”
Madison crosses his arms over his chest and raises a gray eyebrow. “Why?”
“Family, sir.”
“You want to keep an eye on Quinn and the boys?”
Joe shakes his head, “I want to be a part of their family, yes. But I…I want, I need the brotherhood. What you have with your men, that’s life goals, sir.”
Madison stares at him stoically, giving nothing away. “It has to be voted on by the club.” Joe nods in understanding. Madison’s lips twitch. “JP!” Two sets of feet come running toward us. Enzo and Sammy grind to a halt a foot away from Madison.
“Yes, Pres?” they ask in unison.
“This pissant here wants to prospect,” he indicates Joe. “You think he has what it takes to be a Congressional?”
Enzo steps toe to toe with his father. He somehow manages to look down his nose while having to arch his neck to meet Joe’s eyes. “I think we can whip him into shape, sir.”
Quinn barks a laugh and the rest of us join in, even Joe. He’s asked me question after question, and at first, I thought he was checking to make sure his ex-wife and kids were safe with us. But after a while, I noticed the longing in his stare whenever he was around the club members. He wants to be a part of something.
I raise my hand and meet Madison’s eyes. “I’ll sponsor him.”
Madison doesn’t react, “You’re responsible for him. His successes and his fuckups. You prepared for that?”
“Yes, Pres.” I wink at Quinn, whose jaw is hanging open in surprise, “Besides, if he fucks up, Quinn will punish him worse than any of us ever could.” My girl shrugs and nods in agreement.
Madison chuckles, then gestures to the side, “Let’s talk.” Joe eagerly follows Pres.
“You two staying out of trouble?” Quinn asks the boys. They shake their heads, laugh, and run off before she can catch them.
I pull her into my arms, smiling down at her as she looks up. “You ok with Joe prospecting?”
“He needs it, Polk. He’s a good guy, just lost. I think the club, the brotherhood will give him direction.”
I am always amazed by her. “I love you.”
“Of course you do, I’m pretty awesome.” Her eyes soften, drawing me closer. My lips caress hers and she opens for me with a sigh that has my cock twitching. Her arms wind around my neck and she rests her body against mine. My hands travel down to her ass, and I squeeze, rocking her pelvis. “You know what makes me so awesome?” I smile against her lips and make an inquisitive noise. “I’m yours.”