Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
People are already drinking and the Rebels are out in full force.
Everyone looks our way when we enter and I watch Wren’s face light up the second she sees Keaton at my side.
I remind Keaton I have to go to church for a little bit so she can sit with Wren while they wait for us.
After grabbing a beer from Zach, I ask for a bottle of water to hand to Keaton.
She accepts it with a grateful smile as I lead her to the back table where Wren, Judge, Fury, Lock, and Agony are all sitting.
They greet us before the men stand up and I pull out the seat next to Wren for my wife.
“I’ll be back soon,” I tell her, leaning down and giving Keaton a kiss before following everyone else to church. Judge made sure Tristan is at the door tonight as we all enter and take our seats around the table.
We wait less than five minutes before bringing Tristan in. He stands tall in front of us without a trace of hesitation or fear in him.
“Do you know why we called you in here?” Judge finally asks him, his voice loud and intimidating as we all look at Tristan.
"No, I don’t, President,” he answers, not a single tremor in his voice as we all try to fight our smiles and laughter.
“We’ve all taken a vote about you, Tristan.
It seems we’re all in agreement that it’s time to patch your ass in.
You will now be called Cupid because you seem to like playin’ matchmaker for Zach despite the fact that you suck at it,” Judge states as we all start cheering and clapping from our seats.
Fury gets up and grabs the patches Tristan will need to put on his cut.
I watch as he walks over to him and lays the patches in Tristan’s hands before giving him a man hug.
We all stand from our seats and welcome him to the brotherhood.
Judge reminds him he needs to sew the patches on his cut before he can start to party.
We all know that won’t happen. Wren will take care of it for him because he’s her foster brother and she’ll be proud as hell for him tonight.
She has no clue who’s getting patched in, we kept it from everyone.
We all leave church and make our way back to the common room where I find Keaton and Wren cornered by one of the Rebels. I watch as she backs Keaton against the wall and gets in her face. Rushing over, I listen to her words.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but Ice is my man. Take my rag off right this second!” Brandy screams in Keaton’s face before raising her hand in an attempt to slap my wife. Keaton catches her hand without missing a beat.
“I don’t fucking think so. You’re nothing more than a slut who spreads her legs for every man in this clubhouse.
I’m not slut shaming, I’m simply stating a fact.
Not only am I Ice’s ol’ lady, I’m his fucking wife.
We got married a while ago. Haven’t you realized he hasn’t been at the clubhouse?
He’s with me every damn day and night,” Keaton states, not raising her voice at all as she holds Brandy’s wrist in the air.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ attackin’ my ol’ lady?” I question Brandy as she turns around to face me so fast she almost falls on her face while dragging Keaton with her. Keaton releases her wrist at the last second so she doesn’t fall.
“Baby, tell her to give me my rag back. I know you were planning on making me your ol’ lady and this bitch stole it from your room while you were in church.
Are you really gonna let her get away with that shit?
” Brandy questions me, lying about my wife and dismissing the fact that I called Keaton my ol’ lady.
“Brandy, I’m sick of dealin’ with your shit,” I say before I call for everyone’s attention.
“Listen up! We need to take a vote on Brandy. She’s been doin’ nothin’ but cause problems in the clubhouse and abusin’ the rest of the Rebels when she believes she can get away with it.
I’ve seen it all on the cameras when I watch the footage.
I can show all of you the evidence against her.
Now, she’s tryin’ to say Keaton, my ol’ lady and wife, went into my room here at the clubhouse and stole a rag meant for Brandy.
And, she attempted to slap her. If I remember correctly, the rag is for no one but Keaton and she arrived here tonight wearin’ it.
I want to kick this skank out of the clubhouse permanently and ban her from Briar Glen.
She won’t have a second chance to come for my ol’ lady. ”
“Everyone say ‘Aye’ to kick Brandy out,” Judge says, walking up to stand next to me as we all go around the room and call out our vote to get rid of her.
Brandy stands there with fake tears as she realizes she no longer has a place in the Knight’s Rebellion clubhouse.
Zach and Wyatt drag her ass out once Judge pronounces her banned from the clubhouse and Briar Glen.
She screams and cries the entire time as I pull Keaton in my arms and make sure she’s okay.
Once I’m reassured she didn’t get hurt, I help her take a seat at the table next to Wren again and walk over to grab her another bottle of water.
Once Judge announces that Tristan has been patched in as Cupid, we all cheer and watch as Wren pulls her foster brother in her arms with tears streaming down her face.
As we all knew, Wren sews Tristan’s new patches on his cut before he gets handed the first of many drinks for the night.
It takes less than a half hour before the first member starts fucking one of the Rebels out in the open and Keaton gets an eyeful.
Her face heats in a blush that travels down her neck and disappears under her shirt.
I wonder how much of her upper body is covered in red.
Something to discover when we get home maybe.
We drink, talk, laugh, and watch as Tristan, or should I say Cupid, is handed one drink after another.
In an hour he’s trashed and there are more people having sex out in the open.
Keaton looks so uncomfortable and I take her home as Judge leaves with Wren.
Neither one of our ol’ ladies need to see another man’s cock.
Especially when one of those men is Lock who Keaton spends a good amount of time with.