Page 182 of Patching Over

“In the meantime, until they find property, we’re all going to be here. It may get cozy, it’ll definitely be noisy as fuck, but at the end of the day, we’re all family, plain and simple,” Brick advises.

“Keep in mind, we are two entities sharing land. However, you will still answer to your president, vice president, and other club officers from your home branch. We may be on the same land, but your chain of command isn’t changing,” Butcher inserts.

“However,” Dragon cuts in, saying, “if for any reason your officer is not available, go to the other chapter's president and go down the line from there if he’s not accessible. We are going to be working as a unit, but we still want to keep things as cohesive as possible. If you have any concerns, Brick and I will be available to help you through this transition.”

Once every member from both branches, including their ol’ ladies get their cuts, whoops and cat calls reverberate through the air. Moira jumps into my arms, and as if a missing link is sealed shut, my life feels complete and infinite.

“So, who’s ready to party?” Brick asks.

Again, a cacophony of noise fills the air, as us men stomp our feet and loudly whistle, while the ol’ ladies holler out war cries. Hell, even the kids are making noise.

“Then let’s do it,” Dragon announces. “Meats are going on the grills now, the old ladies have the sides all made, so prospects, man your stations and just know, you’re on the ground level of a new era. Don’t fuck up and you’ll earn your own cut soon enough.”

I try but fail to hide my snicker. Twice now, I’ve been a prospect; once when I prospected for the Roanoke Raiders, then again when we patched over to the Royal Bastards. This time, none of us have a prospect period whatsoever.

The beer is flowing, the food has been eaten once, but more is coming out when I notice Hannah walk over to Scythe with her hands behind her back. Hearing Moira’s giggle, I move us closer as Hannah tugs on the bottom of Scythe’s cut.

When he turns, she asks, “Mr. Scythe, can I show you something?”

He crouches so he’s more at eye level and replies, “Sure, darlin’, whatcha got for me?”

She pulls a porcelain doll from behind her back and says, “Look at my new dolly. I think she’s so pretty.”

Scythe scrambles back so fast, he falls on his ass and yells, “Selah! I know this is somehow your doing, you mean-hearted woman! Butcher, get your woman in hand.”

Laughter fills the air and I watch as both Moira and Selah double over laughing.

Hannah looks down at where Scythe landed and whispers, “She’s a China doll, have you ever heard of them?”

Later, much later, Moira is draped over me, her cut across her back while I cup her ass. We’re both sated, and I’m unsure if it’s all the alcohol we drank, or the fact that for now, the danger is over. Of course, I fucking love seeing ‘Property of Kracken’ stitched across her back and based on the four orgasms I managed to wring out of her, she’s unlikely to move any time soon.

“Love you, roisin,” I murmur, looking into her beautiful eyes.

They’re no longer clouded with pain, mistrust, or hurt. Now, they’re shining down on me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I love you too, Kracken. More than words can express,” she replies, her voice now drowsy.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of big days coming.”

“Yeah, we do.”

And I cannot fucking wait!

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