Page 88 of In the Light of Sin

And the first two were only because it was necessary.

“Ain’t goin’ to the clubhouse,” Grim told us with a bit of a whine. “Why can’t you just give me what you made, Jos?”

“Because,” she hissed. “Sarge gets it first.”

“Dick always comes first, my love.” Nyla teased her fiance as she patted his cheek. “Text me about it tomorrow. I know where the gift is gonna get you—“

“Fucked.” Grim laughed as he dragged his girl to his bike. “And the fun kind of fucked.”

“Nyla, you’re dating a man-child.”

“Hardly,” he snorted back at her, fastening Nyla’s helmet before getting on himself. She secured her arms around him before he revved up his engine. “Tyrant’s the man-child of this damn club.” Ain’t that the damned truth. “I’ll be expectin’ that gift tomorrow, Jos!”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off before turning to me, fishing in her pocket for her hearing aid case, but I stopped her from takin’ them out.

“You made me somethin’?”

“Originally, it was just for you. But, I feel indebted to the club for…” She sucked in a shaky breath; too much shit to unpack there. I wasn’t quite sure indebted was the right word when our leader didn’t fuckin’ want her in our organization, but we were all championing her. “Well, it’s a thank you. For… believing me. For helping me…” She looked down at the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. “For saving me.”

My knuckle met her chin, tilting her face up. “How many times do I gotta tell ya, Sunshine? I’ll always fuckin’ save you?”

Her smile diminished. She had something she wanted to ask, something that’s been weighing on her mind, but she was too afraid of the consequences to let it escape. My thumb went to the groove of her chin, pushing lightly in a silent plea for her to answer my question. “Even if it’s from Darrell?”

Looks like she wasn’t as in the dark as I suspected. It’s a debate that’s been weighing on me: the club that saved me or the girl that put the pieces they managed to collect back together…

I’d still fuckin’ choose her.

“Even if it’s from Prez. You worry about pleasing me. And I’ll make sure the only thing you feel is me.”

There’s the smile I always wanted to see on her face, one that lit up the shady street more than the sun. Her green eyes turned mossy, a sign that heat was pooling between her legs. Fuck, I felt the blood rushing to my dick now too. “Can we go to the clubhouse now?”

I never rode my bike faster.

* * *

We stepped inside the compound, Tyrant at the bar with Victoria. V was on one of the couches, tapping his bat against the ground. Why was he here and not up Oakley’s ass?

“Hey guys!” Victoria and Tyrant stepped away from the bar, making sure to leave their drinks there and away from Joslyn. She glanced at me. “Got the stuff delivered.”

I nodded at her, adjusting the heavy fuckin’ backpack on my shoulder. “What ya got in there?”

“I made you guys something.” She answered as I put the bag on the ground in front of her. She unzipped it before pulling out a large black hoodie with the sleeves cut off. Our club’s logo: a grunge white cross with two roses wrapped around it.

“When did you have time to make these?” I asked her. Out of everything she said she made, I wasn’t expecting this. She sure as fuck didn’t make these back at the cabin. I wouldn’t even let her bring flowers in, let alone a shirt press.

“Claudia bought a shirt press for our aprons and merchandise a long time ago. I’ve been working on them for a while now, but I had extra time to finish them all today.” She held it up, proud of her work. “What do you think?”

“You… made them for us?” Tyrant walked over as Joslyn dug in her bag, pulling one out for him before smiling. It was a rare moment for him to get emotional, but he held the hoodie like it was delicate. He dropped the hoodie to the ground, wrapping his arms around Joslyn. We weren’t used to being on the receiving end of anything besides bullets and fists.

She was stunned, not returning his hug, but I saw red. I grabbed his hair and yanked him back, a deadly snarl on my lips. “Touch her again, I fuckin’ dare you.”

He held his hands up in defeat, “Alright, alright.” He bent down and picked up the clothing. “Thanks, Jos. This… means a lot.”

“Give this to Knight when you see him next,” she told him as she pulled out another one. He gently took it from her and folded both over his forearm. “You’re welcome. They were fun to make!”

He walked out of the room uncharacteristically quiet. Victoria shook her head. “And you guys say we have mood swings.”

“Lib?” I asked her, knowing she’d understand what I meant.

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