Chapter 27
Blayke
There was nothing like finally getting to come home after days of constant go-go-go and watching our backs.
After Alejandro informed us all the victims would be reunited with their families, and the ones who didn’t have families to be reunited with would be given a fresh start wherever they wanted to go in the world, we began packing.
And as soon as Ink informed me that Joey was expected to make a full recovery, we hit the road to come back to the states.
The Russian problem was dealt with, and Alejandro was still the reigning crime lord in Mexico. Everything was right as rain once more, and maybe now, we could finally get some rest. Fuck knew I just wanted a few days of lazing around with my woman.
But before any of that could happen, I needed to bring her patch-in to the table.
Johnston might fight me on it, but I was determined.
She’d busted her ass to prove herself, and she would be a valuable member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC.
She deserved this, and I loved her so goddamn much, I wanted to give her the world on a silver platter.
“So… what now?” Noah asked as she slid off her bike. She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning as she stared at the clubhouse. “Is this it? Because Johnston doesn’t seem keen on patching me in.”
I grunted and pressed my hand to her lower back before grabbing both our duffels in my other hand. “You’re getting patched in, whether he likes it or not, mama. You busted your ass and protected all of us without batting an eye. You deserve this as much as the rest of us.”
She snorted. “Doesn’t matter what I deserve when your president is a sexist pig.”
I laughed. “Well, I think with enough time of you being around, he’ll change his mind.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Come on. You can shower and change while I go talk to Johnston. He’ll want to hold church first thing now that we’re back, and unfortunately—”
“I’m a prospect. I fucking know,” she muttered before heading for the stairs.
I quickly followed her, instructing her on which room was mine, then deposited our bags on what would now be our bed.
She headed straight for the bathroom, and deciding she needed just a little bit of space, I left the room and shut the door behind me before heading for Johnston’s office.
Aaliyah was sitting on his desk when I walked in, and he was standing between her thighs, his hands on her hips, and his mouth mere centimeters from hers.
I cleared my throat and knocked loudly on the open door.
“I know you two don’t care much about whether anyone walks in on the two of you fucking, but I care.
So… close the door next time? Lock it? You could even just put a sock on the door—you know, universal sign for I’m getting laid, don’t bother me? ”
Johnston sighed and pushed back from Aaliyah. She slipped down from his desk, leaned up on her tiptoes, kissed his cheek, then slipped past me into the hall. “Good to see you home, Blayke. Where’s Noah?” she asked.
“Upstairs showering,” I answered. “Think you can take her something to eat and drink? She’s gotta be starving, but she’s in a… mood.”
Aaliyah laughed, patted my shoulder, then headed up the hall. “Yeah, I’ll get her something.”
Johnston crossed his arms over his chest and arched a brow at me. “What is it?” he demanded. “You literally pulled in the lot not even five fucking minutes ago, and you’re already bothering me.”
I pressed my hand over my heart and pretended to swoon. “Oh, look at you being all sweet to me,” I teased. He rolled his eyes. I dropped my hand back to my side. “I wanted to talk to you about Noah.”
He sighed. “Fucking knew it,” he muttered. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”
I shook my head. “She’s a damn good fucking asset to this club, Johnston, and I’m not saying that just because she’s my old lady.
She can hold her own, she’s not afraid to get her hands bloody, and when things go sideways, she’s damn good at improvising.
She’s fucking incredible, and if you’d give her a chance, you’d see that, too.
” He opened his mouth to speak, but I continued before he could.
“Brother, I’d probably be fucking dead right now if not for her.
” And that was the honest fucking truth.
He scrubbed his hand down his face. “Let’s call a vote. If the majority says yes on patching her in, then she gets a patch.”
I nodded once. “That’s all I’m asking for—a fair chance. She deserves that.”
He grunted and waved me off. “Meet me in the chapel.”
Turning on my heel, I headed for the chapel.
When Lawson and Dom saw me walk in, they headed my way as well, with Lawson shouting, “Church!” as loud as he could.
Within five minutes, we were all seated with the chapel doors closed.
Johnston dropped into his chair and cleared his throat.
“I’ve already filled the rest of you in on what went down in Mexico.
We’re sitting here for a vote on patching Noah in.
To exclude biases, I want to hear from Geek,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. To excuse biases. Asshole.
“Me?” Geek asked, looking confused. “Why? Blayke worked with her the most.”
“Because she’s Blayke’s old lady, and he’ll give her anything she fucking wants,” Johnston retorted. I gave Johnston both of my middle fingers, making Trigger and Drew snort a laugh. “Tell me what you think of Noah.”
“Oh, well, she’s pretty great,” Geek said, sitting up straighter. “Smart. Got a good head on her shoulders. Quick to think on her feet. She’s not afraid of high-stress situations, and dropping bodies isn’t difficult for her. And she protected everyone fiercely… like a mama bear.”
I cackled, which just made Johnston shoot me an annoyed look. I waved my hand, a sign for Geek to continue and ignore me. “Honestly, not patching her in would be foolish, in my opinion.”
Johnston’s sigh was heavy and weighted. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. Noah was about to be a change for the SWMC, whether he liked it or not. “All in favor of patching Noah in?” Johnston called.
Everyone’s hands raised at the table. Johnston frowned, grunted, and banged his gavel on the table before looking at me. “Bring her down. She’s getting a patch on her cut.”
The door swung open, and Aaliyah and Noah both just about fell into the room.
Noah already had her cut off and was holding it out to Johnston.
Johnston gritted his teeth, but I was laughing.
Just like my woman to do whatever the fuck she pleased.
Add Aaliyah into the mix? Johnston and I were about to have our hands full of trouble.
Guessed it was a good thing I liked my woman’s particular brand of trouble.
“Already here,” she said.
He grunted in annoyance and took the cut from her. “A new cut will be here for you before the end of the week. As much as it pains me to say this, welcome to the family, Noah.”
She shot him a sickly sweet smile that was full of sarcasm and contempt for him, but I knew with enough time, they’d work out their kinks. “We’ll see if it’s a welcome one,” she replied.
Standing, I rounded the table and pulled her to me, giving her a quick, chaste kiss. Then, I hummed and nosed along her hairline. “You smell like me.”
She patted my chest. “Put the caveman instincts away, Blayke. They don’t suit you.”
I grinned down at her. “Wanna find out?”
She rolled her eyes and pushed me away. “No. What I want to find out is if there’s a decent diner around here that serves breakfast all day.”
I grabbed her hand in mine, leading her from the chapel. “Say less, little mama. I got you.”
“She’s going to be a pain in my fucking ass,” Johnston grumbled, no doubt talking to Aaliyah.
“And you’re already a pain in mine!” Noah called over her shoulder right before the chapel doors shut behind us.
I laughed and tugged her closer against my side before wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “I fucking love you.”
She leaned into me in a rare show of softness. “I love you, too, Blayke. Now take me to get food.”
I squeezed her shoulders. “Yes, ma’am.”