Bear walks toward me and climbs onto the bed. He props the pillows so he can lie on them and be comfortable.
“Lay next to me,” he says.
I crawl over to his side of the bed and rest my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, and I smile. I love listening to his heartbeat. It is always steady.
“Is there anything you want to talk about?” he asks.
“Tell me about the club,” I reply. “How it works and all.”
I feel him take a deep breath in. Since Bear and I have gotten closer, I have been wanting to learn a little bit more about the club.
“Well, there is the President who you have already met. He is in charge of everything. He is the figurehead of the club and leads everything. He ultimately makes the last decision,” Bear starts. “The Vice President steps in when the president can’t. He also has people bring problems to him, and if it is serious, then he will take it to the president. Fang is our VP, but he has been on some runs since you have been here. He doesn’t talk much, so you aren’t missing out on much.”
The president and vice president were kind of self-explanatory.
“Their names basically give what they do.” I giggle.
Bear lightly taps my nose. “Okay, Miss Smarty Pants. Let’s move on.”
We both laugh a little.
“There is the Sergeant-at-Arms. They basically defend the club members and the property. He enforces the club laws and helps maintain order in meetings and other activities when the whole club is together. He also sets people straight when they are out of line.I am the Sergeant-at-Arms,” Bear says.
“A big responsibility,” I reply, looking up at him.
“It is, but I love it. It gives me a purpose.”
“Don’t you get tired of the responsibility?”
“Not really. I did have a break for a couple of months to help my mom out. Pres was very gracious and let me take time off, even though I’m not supposed to. My mom broke a bone and lives a couple of states away.”
“Is she better now?”
“Yeah, she is. Nothing a little rest didn’t help.”
“That’s good.” I smile.
“Now, let’s get back to talking about the different ranks. There are some that I won’t explain because, as you would say,the names basically give away what they do.”
I giggle as he tries to copy my voice. He did not get close, but it was super funny.
“Prospects are people who want to join the club but have to earn their patc. They get our bikes when they are in the police compounds. They guard when we are in meetings. I believe you have met a couple of them. They help out some with the garage or club stuff in general,” Bear says.
“So they aren’t a part of the club yet until they pass all of the tests,” I say.
“Exactly. They have a time period when they have to complete tasks, and if we like their personality and how they did, then they get patched in. There are some that won’t make it because they break rules.”
I nod, understanding what he is saying.
“There is an old lady title in the club. That’s when a biker claims a woman. It’s like wife status. Then the old lady gets a cut with a patch on it saying who you belong to,” Bear explains.
That is so weird, but it also sounds interesting. It’s different, and I like it.
“What happened to Jared?” I ask, changing the subject.
I didn’t have the courage to ask about him when I woke up. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I am scared that Bear is going to say that he got away.
Bear takes a breath in, and I wait for him to answer.
