Page 81 of Sypher

They fucking knew what that meant.

It wasn’t every day that someone from the Golden Skulls handed off their Golden Patch. In fact, in all my years growing up in the club, I’d only ever heard of it happening once, when the club arrived in Louisiana to get Remi back and Massacre rescued a woman in one of the cells underground. None of us knew who the woman was. All we knew was she was scared and flat outrefused to leave the cell that had been her cage for who knows how long. Massacre sat with her for hours, trying to calm her down, and only when he removed his patch and handed it to her, telling her what it meant, did she allow him to escort her out of the place. Weird thing though, when Massacre went to check on her at the hospital the next day, the woman was gone.

She disappeared and the club hadn’t seen or heard from her since.

“Whatever you need, big or small, the Golden Skulls will ride.”

Nodding, King reached out and picked up my patch, his thumb slowly moving over the golden thread and said, “Ghost, go with Stocks and watch his back. When it’s done, I want your asses home fast. Got me?”

Both brothers left with Harbor Security, leaving me alone with King when Patch spoke up, “She seems fine, Sypher, but she’s severely malnourished and underweight. Montana’s woman is a doctor, right? Call her when you arrive back in the city. She can meet you both at your place and bring everything you’ll need to put some weight on her. Maybe she will have better luck and get a full workup on her. I’d also suggest contacting Malice as he’s the best child therapist on the east coast. Your little girl is going to need a lot of therapy to get her back on track.”

“I’ll set it up.” I nodded while laughter filtered into church, alerting us to Dante and the others’ return.

“We’ll table everything for later when Stocks and Ghost return,” King stated, slapping his hand on the table and getting to his feet.

The second I walked back into the main gathering room, Dante smiled, rushing over to take Danika from me. Poor girl hadn’t touched the ground since she was rescued. Not that I think Danika minded, nor I, for that matter.

I loved holding my little girl.

“Jesus Christ,” King groaned. “Did you buy out the entire store?”

“You think this is a lot.” An obviously pregnant woman huffed, as Blade rushed over to help her sit on one of the sofas. “You should see the shit I bought last week. We only got what she absolutely needed.”

“Don’t worry, Becks, I’ve got everything back home,” Dante assured, rocking our girl before he frowned. “Though, I’m thinking another trip to Neiman Marcus might be useful. I don’t think any of the clothes I bought her will fit.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes while I scanned the multitude of bags, when two prospects carried in more. How much more could a little girl need? Her room back home was busting at the seams as it was. Girl had more clothes in her closet than Dante or I did put together.

“Oh, this is nothing.” Sam, Jackass’ wife looked up at the club president. “There are more bags in the SUV, along with a traveling stroller, a traveling sleeper bed, and a car seat. I left nothing to chance.”

The sweet motherly woman smiled as she walked over to Dante and played a cute game of peek-a-boo, which had Danika smirking. I watched in shock when Sam reached for Danika, and she went happily to the woman. Poor Dante looked heartbroken.

“That’s Momma for you,” Mimic whispered. “She’s pure love and has the magic touch that makes everything better.”

I had to agree. Sam was magic, because we all stood watching as Sam easily had our little girl giggling. The club doors opened, and a prospect stumbled, fumbling with the boxes in his arms as two little girls rushed in giggling, and a familiar pretty blonde woman chased them.

God damn. It had been years since I’d seen her, but I’d know that smile anywhere.

“Chrissy, you get back here right now, young lady!” She grinned, not really mad as the older girl’s shoulders slumped, looking defeated when she walked over to her. “You need to apologize for bumping into Archie.”

“It’s alright, Ellie. Chrissy didn’t do anything wrong,” the prospect quickly defended the little girl. “It was my fault really. I started it.”

“Archie’s my friend, Momma,” the girl explained. “We were playing tag. I couldn’t let him catch me.”

The younger girl bobbed her head in agreement.

Sighing, Ellie stood, shaking her head. “Fine. But you be careful when Archie’s working.”

“Yes, Momma.” Chrissy grinned, taking her sister’s hand and running off.

“Still a pushover, I see.” I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest as Ellie’s head snapped up and her eyes widened.

“OH.MY.GOD! DANNY!” Ellie screeched loudly while she ran over, jumping into my arms. Stumbling back a step, I held on to my friend for dear life, hugging her tightly before putting her back down on her feet.

“Got one of those for me, too?” Dante asked, walking over as Ellie damn near tackled him, and I heard a woman gasp. Turning quickly, I saw the club girl who was in the room with Aunt Donna and Phantom stiffen and her face pale. King was at her side immediately, leaning over to whisper something in her ear.

In the next instant, the woman fled the room.

Frowning, I looked at King, but the man gave nothing away. Not that I ever thought he would. He was a lot like Montana and Reaper in that way.

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