Page 28 of Keg's Revelation

At the first taste of the meatloaf, it took everything in me not to moan. My cooking skills weren’t much better than my dad’s, and though the ol’ ladies sometimes cooked at the clubhouse for us all, good meals were far and few between. Eating out didn’t take long to get sick of either.

Raven told the kids to eat before the food got cold, so for a few minutes, everyone focused on eating instead of carrying on a conversation.

As I ate, Ry kept glancing toward me, and Reagan looked as though she was going to bounce out of her chair trying not to talk. I inwardly grinned because Ally was the same way.

It didn’t take long for everyone to finish eating, and Raven started clearing the table.

“What’s all that stuff on your vest mean?” Reagan pointed to my club vest after she came around the table and stood beside me.

I noticed Ry’s interest in his sister’s question and pushed my chair back enough to allow me room to move. I looked at Reagan, then at Ry, and pointed over my shoulder to the back of my vest.

“The skull in the middle is my club’s symbol. The rocker underneath that says Washington, shows where the club is located. The downward rocker above the skull tells my position in the club, enforcer.”

“What’s that mean?” Ry asked.

“Well...” While I thought briefly on how to best explain, Doc coughed, and I cut my eyes to him. At his age, and how long Haven MC had been in the town, he’d know enough about the club. The smirk on his face told me I was right, and he was waiting to see how I explained my job. “As enforcer, I handle any problems that could harm the club, which includes even if a problem is caused by one of our members. The club has rules to follow, and members are required to follow them.”

I grinned at Doc, feeling a little proud of myself until Reagan said, “Like a teacher. If I don’t behave and follow the rules in my class, I get in trouble.”

Doc snorted, and I’d bet anything it was because he was trying to picture me as a teacher. Hell, I was, too. Not sure what I could teach them that would make their parents happy.

“Geez, Reagan. They don’t get recess taken away or not get a star for the day on their papers. They get their...a—butts kicked. Right?”

I wasn’t verifying crap. I knew when I was out of my league, and luckily, Raven was done helping her grandmother clean up the kitchen and stepped in. “Ryker, you were told not to watch those shows. They aren’t age appropriate for you. And not everything on television is true.”

“Duh. I know that, Mom.”

“I thought your name was Reed? That says Keg.” Reagan pointed on my vest at the patch with Keg on it.

“My name is Reed, but my road name is Keg—it’s what my club brothers call me.”

“Why?” Ry asked.

“Well, when you first join the club, you’re a prospect. And before you become a member, someone in the club will usually tag you with a name. Either from something you’ve done or how you act.” I shrugged my shoulder.

Ry and Reagan seemed to accept that until Raven chuckled. She knew how I got the name because I was tagged with it not long after I started prospecting. I turned in the chair and narrowed my eyes at her. She smiled in return.

“Why don’t you tell them how you earned yours,” she said, biting her lip to keep from laughing and throwing me under the bus at the same time.

“Tell us,” Reagan said and shocked me when she moved and climbed in my lap.

“Reagan, maybe Reed don’t want you sitting in his lap,” Ry said, and I didn’t miss that he used my name for the first time.

“It’s fine, Ry.” Raven rubbed Ry’s shoulder and stood behind his chair.

Ry tilted his head back, looking up at her. “Well, he’s not her dad.”

“Ryker Reed Allen, that is enough,” Raven said and glared down at Ry.

I stiffened and sat frozen in the chair, caught off guard by hearing his full name for the first time.

I never asked, and Raven hadn’t mentioned Ry’s middle name when we talked in the park. She said several times that she thought of me often and what she was doing to both Ry and me.

“Reagan, let’s go get your jacket and walk down to the mailbox. I forgot to check the mail when we came home.” Gretchen walked over and took Reagan’s hand and helped her off my lap.

“Alright.”

“I’ll go, too. I could use the exercise after that meal,” Doc said and stood. As he headed for the kitchen doorway, a dog came out from under the table and followed them out, giving the three of us privacy.

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