Page 111 of Making the King

A meeting of the MC is called church, and normally, only full patch members can attend, but since I am the only official patch member right now, I open the first meeting to everyone who is joining our ranks in one way or another.

As Cara takes my side, one by one, the men and women file in and stand in an arced line at the end of the small room.

“I am Rochus King, the President of the Cruz Kings MC. This MC is the first chapter of the Cruz Kings MC, and will be referred to as the mother charter.” I take a breath as Cara hands me the book of bylaws that we have spent the last few years creating. Prior to today, each invited member received a copy of our club rules which included the code of conduct and the code of silence, the latter being one of the most fundamental rules in an MC, ensuring members do not divulge any club secrets to the authorities and outsiders.

Today, they will sign the registry in acknowledgement of these rules, after they are sworn in.

“Each of you has been invited to join our ranks. Everyone has an important role, and as we grow bigger with more members, and more women, we will embrace this club like a family.”

Each person standing in line nods, even though they aren’t required to, and I feel a sense of pride.

“Will each recruiting patch member please step forward and place your fist over your heart.”

The men step forward in the line, several thumps sounding as they do as I ask with fierce determination.

My eyes travel over the men who are here today, in support of me, and what my club represents, and I know that even though these are grown men, I feel like they are my sons. My little brothers.

They all stand tall, like their fist over their hearts is a salute.

“Please swear your allegiance to me, as the founding father of the Cruz Kings MC, and the club and its members, and swear to uphold our values with honor, and protect each other with your life.”

Like they’ve rehearsed it for hours, the men talk in unison, declaring their allegiance.

“I swear my allegiance to our founding father, Rochus King, and the Cruz Kings MC and its members, both patch, and pussy. I swear to uphold the club values with honor and protect each member with my life.”

Another fucking lump forms in my throat as I take in each club brother, and the sheer loyalty already confirmed on their expressions.

Moving forward, I open the book of bylaws onto the registration page, and place it on the end of the table as Cara steps up with the patches in her hand.

“When I call your name, please step forward, and accept your patch, and sign your name against your role in the register.” I order, feeling a rush of excitement churn inside my chest. This is really happening.

“Grayson Black.” I announce, and the homeless looking kid that Dante took in all those years ago resembles a man now, the same age I was when Cara came back to me from prison. He stands tall, his dark waves tousled from the earlier activities, and he holds his chin up with pride.

“Do you accept the Vice President patch?” I ask, and like an obedient soldier, he nods.

“Yes. I accept with honor.” Gray’s dark eyes meet mine before I hand him his patch, and as he looks down at it, reading the words, Vice President, a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Gesturing to the book, he leans down and signs his name next to VP in the registry, before shaking my hand and taking a seat at the end of the table, to the right of my throne.

“Rodney Texas,” I call, and Tex steps forward, as we repeat the process, and he accepts the Treasurer patch.

“Gary Munroe,” I call, and Munroe steps forward, accepting the Secretary patch, again repeating the process.

Next, I call, “Billy O’Shaughnessy.”

Everyone glances around for a moment and Stretch chuckles as he steps forward. “People often think my nickname comes from my never-ending dick, but I first got it at school when a teacher said my name stretches so long.”

Everyone laughs as he steps up to accept his Road Captain patch before signing the book and taking a seat.

“Eddie Gunn,” I call, and Gunner steps forward. He’s spent the last few years growing a beard, wanting to represent an MC properly, his words, not mine. I offer him the Sergeant-at-Arms patch, and he accepts, happy to be our enforcer.

“Slasher and Slayer Long,” I call, and yes, their mother really called them that, which is fitting to the men they’ve grown into. I hand them identical badges, and they nod with pride as our Tail Gunners, the men who will ride at the back and ensure if anyone has to stop along our rides, that one of them remains with the member, as we never leave a brother behind.

As I take my seat at the end of the table, I gesture to Cara to proceed, and she turns to face the women left standing.

“Alana, Sasha, Rose, Cilla and Izzy. I am Cara King, the Mama of the Cruz Kings MC. You have been invited to join the ranks as a Cruz Cunt.”

I swear I’m about to fucking pound my fists against my chest with primal pride at my woman standing there, being the queen she is.

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