"Hey there, beautiful." His voice is deep as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up.
I wince and he quickly puts me down.
"What's wrong?" His eyebrows pull together and he runs his eyes over me, looking for whatever hurt me.
"I-uhh, I kind of did something today." I bite my lip.
"Okay, what'd you do?"
Here goes nothing.
I turn around and lift up the back of my shirt. The material sticks to the skin and I have to give it a tug to expose it fully. Lucy helped me take the bandage off earlier, wiping it down so it looks perfect.
There's a sharp intake of breath.
I face him again and it's hard to read his expression. "Do you hate it? I kind of wanted to surprise you, and-"
"I love it."
He pulls me toward him, this time placing his hands higher so he doesn't touch my new ink. "You are so sexy, and this only amplifies it. Seeing my patch, my name on you, it makes me so damn proud to call you mine."
He kisses me and I relax in his arms.
There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't make me fall more in love with him.
He's showed me that being myself is more than enough.
He's taught me that above all else, I need to be proud of who I am.
He's made sense of all the mayhem that haunted me.
He's made me believe in love.
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Sever
Chapter One
Tracker
As I ride toward town a part of me wants to turn around and try to transfer to another MC. The club I was a part of had been run by some damn idiots who didn't know their asses from their goddamn brains. They ran the club into the ground and eventually teamed up with some crazy idiots that tried to demolish the Deathstalker MC. They failed miserably and the handful of us that weren't in on the plan woke up the next day to guns in our faces and an ultimatum.
Pledge our loyalty or die.
There were five of us left who hadn't tried to fight a battle there was no chance of winning. I wasn't sure they would all decide to come, but this club is established. They have their shit together not like the bullshit organization we were conned into joining. Marcus, our now deceased ex-President, was basically a glorified drug dealer. The five of us all joined the MC around the same time. Rock, Colt, Storm, Gunner, and I met each other on the streets and in a way we had formed our own crew. Marcus offered us all cuts if we joined the club, no prospect time, no bitch work. It sounded too good to be true and we should have known that it was.
We went on runs for him and got a small percentage of the take. It was enough to keep us comfortable and make us think we had a good thing. After talking to the officers from the Deathstalkers we realize that we were being robbed. Coming here we will be taking home twice what we were before.
The problem is that I would have never wanted a new start in this town. I ran as far as I could the moment I turned eighteen. I ran to achieve the freedom I always wanted, but I also ran from her. She was the only person in my life that had ever made me feel something. I couldn't take the chance that she would turn out to be the way every other person in my life had been. So I ran as far and as fast as I could.
Pulling up to the clubhouse there are a ton of bikes parked. They said there would be church once we arrived so that the rules could be stated and we knew what would be expected of us. Getting off my bike, I look around at what will be my new home. "You guys ready for this?"
I look at the only men I have let myself count on over the past seven years.
"Yeah, it's already looking better than that dump we called a clubhouse." Rock says climbing off his bike.
The doors open and the Pres and VP come walking toward us. Handshakes are exchange before the Pres takes a couple steps back. "Welcome, all the brothers are waiting in church. Follow me."
They turn and we walk behind them. The clubhouse is large and open, there are tables scattered around a bar that lines one wall. In the middle of the room are a couple couches and some chairs. There are even two pool tables in one corner. We walk down a hallways and end up at a large room. Walking in, all eyes are on us but I learned long ago to never seem intimated by anyone. It shows weakness and that is something you never want to let people see.
"Have a seat and we will get started," Pres says from the head of the table.
"Brothers, these are the new recruits who have decided to join us." He looks at us. "You all will be on a probation period. We have cuts for you, after a month with no incidents you'll get your name on it. Make no mistake you are brothers as of now, that means that you are bound by the rules of this club."