Page 108 of Bound By Fate
IF THE WALLS COULD TALK…
Church was crowded with brothers,many standing against the walls around the space. Cruz had talked about getting a bigger space, and it was time.
The Ravage MC had grown so much over the years. Since Diamond was president, then Pops, and now Cruz. There had only been the three to hold the gavel in this room, and it held so many secrets.
Everything was decided here that was official club business.
And this was definitely official club business.
It was voting day.
Were the prospects in, or were they out.
Both Micah and Dryerson were up on the block. It was time. They’d both shown their allegiance to Ravage MC. They held honor and loyalty. They were strong, determined, and damn smart.
So, it was time.
Good and bad.
Good because if the club voted yes, they would be patched in, becoming full-fledged members.
Bad because if there was one no, they would be booted. No more prospecting. No more anything Ravage.
Both the men had ties here. Micah had blood ones, and Dryerson had ones he made on his own. Family didn’t have to be blood. Most of the time the ones you chose to be your family were the best you could have.
There was a slight hiccup with the voting… That was Micah and Jacks. Jacks still hated Micah, but that was a step up from loathing the man.
If Jacks voted no on Micah, he’d be losing the connections he'd had here since he was a child.
Not only would that cut him, it would cut everyone around him. His mother, father, and pretty much all the members including Emery. She’d long forgave Micah for his idiocy.
Jacks, on the other hand, had a harder time letting go.
Therefore, Micah’s was touch and go right now on votes.
The gavel slammed down, and all came to attention, turning to Cruz. “Votin’ day. Micah and Dryerson are up. Is there anyone here that will be votin’ no?”
He asked this question first because if someone intended to vote no, then Cruz would put off the voting for that particular prospect until the next vote. That was the only chance people got and truthfully, over the years, it had only happened once.
“Dryerson?” Cruz asked, looking around the room, and no one raised their hand stating they’d vote no.
“Micah?” Cruz asked, but instead of looking around the room, his focus went on Jacks. Hell, the entire room’s focus went on Jacks.
Tension thickened the room as Jacks crossed his arms over his chest and anger swept his face. This didn’t appear to be in favor of Micah.
“Fuckin’ hated that little twat. Hated everything he stood for. Hated how he hurt my woman. Fuckin’ told him that I’d never vote him in as a patched member.”
Tug, Micah’s father, stared intently at Jacks who turned to him. “Know he’s your son and you love him. But…” He trailed off, and Tug closed his eyes. Pain sliced through him knowing that the vote would be no.
Knowing that his family legacy would die today unless Cruz granted the extension.
The air was heavy and almost felt like a weighted blanket stifling all the oxygen.
Jacks waited for Tug to open his eyes again. “He’s earned his place here in Ravage. I’ll vote him in.”
Tug blew out a huge sigh and smiled wide.
That was the day that Micah and Dryerson became full-fledged members of the Ravage MC. When they officially became part of the family.
