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"We're pulling for you," Pyro says. "The club's behind you all the way."
It's true. The brothers have become uncles to Saoirse, protective and indulgent in equal measure. And not just the Fury Vipers—Travis visits regularly and always shows up with extravagant gifts for no apparent reason.
The trafficking ring that once held Caoimhe and Saoirse is nothing but ashes now. After Vienna, with the intel we gathered from Dylan before his death, The Agency launched a coordinated international operation. Over fifty arrests across twelve countries, networks dismantled, victims rescued. Kovac's entire empire crumbled.
There are still loose ends—there always are in operations that size. But the major players are either dead or behind bars serving sentences that ensure they'll never see daylight again. Saoirse's birth mother is among them, which gives us a certain peace of mind. She'll never be able to try to reclaim the child she sold.
"Got something to tell you," Pyro says, lowering his voice. "I've been talking with the brothers. We need a new Enforcer."
This gets my full attention. Enforcer is one of the most crucial positions in the club—responsible for security, discipline, and making sure club rules are followed. It's a position of significant trust and respect.
"You thinking of asking Rush?" I ask, naming one of our most senior members.
Pyro shakes his head. "I'm thinking of you."
The offer takes my breath away. "Me? Enforcer?"
"You've more than earned it," Pyro says. "The way you handled the trafficking situation, taking care of Caoimhe and Saoirse, your loyalty to the club—there's no one I trust more."
I'm momentarily speechless. Enforcer isn't just any patch—it's a step onto the executive board, a voice in all major club decisions.
"You don't have to answer now," Pyro continues. "Think it over. But the brothers are unanimous. The patch is yours if you want it."
"I'm honored," I finally manage. "I want it."
Pyro nods, clapping me on the shoulder. "Good man. We’ll do it officially next week."
He moves off to join Wrath and Raptor, who are setting up the pool table for what promises to be a hotly contested match.
I make my way back to the bar, my mind racing with the implications. Enforcer means more responsibility within the club, more time committed to club business. But it also means more stability, more influence in shaping the future of the Fury Vipers, ensuring we stay true to the values that have become increasingly important to me since Caoimhe and Saoirse came into my life.
"Deep thoughts, brother?" Tank asks, sliding onto the stool beside me.
"Life-changing decisions," I reply. "The usual."
Tank grins, ordering a beer from the prospect behind the bar. "Anything you can share?"
I hesitate, then decide there's no harm. "Pyro's offered me Enforcer."
Tank's eyebrows shoot up. "Damn. That's huge. You gonna take it?"
"Yeah."
Tank nods, clearly impressed. "Enforcer Cowboy. Has a nice ring to it."
"It's a big responsibility," I say, but I can't keep the pride from my voice.
"If anyone can handle it, it's you," Tank says, completely serious for once. "After everything you've done for the club, for Caoimhe and Saoirse, you've proven yourself ten times over."
The vote of confidence from my brother means more than I'd like to admit. "Thanks, man."
"How about you?" I ask, changing the subject. "Still playing the field?"
Tank grimaces. "Kind of in a situation there."
"What kind of situation?"
He glances over his shoulder, then leans in. "Do you know that new waitress at Callie’s pub in Temple bar? Tall, blonde, covered in tattoos?"
