All one happy family.
To think that it was only a year ago we were at war with the motherfuckers, Satan Warriors MC.
“Is there anything else that a bro wants on the table,” War asks, looking around the room?
“I do,” I say, looking at my Prez.
Fuck!
My heart is beating erratically; my chest feels tight.
I’m fucking nervous.
I’m never nervous.
I just don’t do nervous.
“What you have, bro,” War asks, looking at me.
“I want to let you and the bros know that I claimed Wynter last night; she’s my Old Lady,” I say, with a fucking stoic face.
“What the fuck,” Vicious yells, standing up resting his hands on his waist.
“Motherfucker, you could have given us a heads up,” Scorpion growls, slamming his fist on the table.
“Fucking hell! I didn’t see that coming,” War scoffs, fisting his hand.
“Bros, come on. Autumn is a grown-ass woman, and our bro Blood is fuckingtastic,” Death says, resting his arm on the table, leaning in looking at his blood brothers.
“I love Autumn; she’s my woman. I’m not going to let her go,” I growl, staring at my Prez.
War is the one that has the last say because he’s the Prez. After that, the other motherfuckers can kiss my ass.
“I’m telling you now motherfucker! I will not tolerate any, and I mean any, abuse. Blood, you best love her for eternity because if you try to mess with her, I’m coming after you, bro, or not. I’ll be damned,” War yells, pushing off his chair, pointing his finger at me.
“No worries, I intend to love her for eternity,” I say, in a solemn low voice, nodding.
Yeah, I’m good.
The motherfucker doesn’t have a clue what I mean by eternity.
“Brothers, Church is adjourned. Let’s celebrate Blood and Wynter! One For All,” War yells the Wicked Warriors MC’s Dogma slamming the gavel.
“Wicked Warriors Whole,” we all shout, stomping our feet and fisting pumping.
Seven
Wynter
I’m so damn happy that finally, after these fucking years, Blood is now officially my Old Man.
I clean out some space for Blood’s stuff because I think my room is a lot bigger and nicer since I’ve lived here my entire life.
I can’t wait for the stupid club whores to hear that I’m blood’s Old Lady and that they fucking stay away from him.
He’s off-limits!
Period.
