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Nolan and Krimson follow us out of the restaurant and climb into Krimson’s dark grey Supra while Matt and I climb into the SUV. He peels out of the parking lot with Krimson hot on his ass. I don’t know what we’re heading into but a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders telling both Nolan and Matt my story. I hope it means I’m healing and we will get through this together.

Another dull pain vibrates through my stomach but I shrug it off, thinking it’s just gas. Not knowing any better, I don’t saya word when we pull into the Clubhouse. As I climb out of the SUV with Matt’s help, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, like someone is watching me. I shake it off and enter the Clubhouse. All of the Royal Bastards are gathered around the common room waiting for us to arrive.

Capone stands and everyone follows suit heading into Church. Tiny is the last one in and he shuts the door with a scowl on his face. I don’t know what is going on but something tells me this won’t be good.

Chapter Sixteen

Red

Tiny slightly limps inside Church and shuts the doors behind him. He’s doing a lot better since the accident but with as much skin as he was missing, I’m not surprised he has a tough time walking. The asphalt ripped half his right leg off and the bullet wound barely missed an artery. The big fucker is lucky he was able to walk away.

Capone slams the gavel onto the table, “First order of business. Red has brought to my attention how fast our club is growing and came up with an idea to counteract it.”

Shit! With everything going on with Nadia, I forgot to get the figures for Capone. I can feel the blush creep up my neck and Capone offers me a smirk before continuing. “Our tech guy has been a little bit busy with a new baby on the way and all so I had Trigger do his own work. Trigger what’d you find?”

“Well, Prez. According to my figures, if we purchase the land surrounding us and build everyone new homes, we could have them all done within three years and it will only cost the club around three hundred K. The land around us is around ninety K and the rest would be for the homes. We do all the construction ourselves and only hire outside help for the big shit we can’t do like electricity, water and septic.”

“We’d still use the Clubhouse for parties, meetings and everything else, but those with families need more privacy. I think this is a great idea and it’ll give us a chance to expand and keep everyone close.” Capone states holding up his gavel. “All in favor, say Aye.”

Each brother takes a vote and Capone slams his gavel on the table, “It’s unanimous. Trigger, get to work on purchasing the land and getting contractors set up.”

“Next order of business. Bones and Pretty Boy.” Capone grins from ear to ear. “They’ve been busting their ass for this club for close to a year. Bones sacrificed his life to keep Daisy safe and Pretty Boy did the same for Jezebelle. Does anyone have any objections to patching them in?”

I look around the room with a grin on my face. No one objects and it’s final. It’s about fucking time those two are patched in. “Good. Red, Trigger, get your prospects. We’ll need them for this next order of business.”

Trigger and I school our faces and leave to search for Bones and Pretty Boy. He finds Pretty Boy sitting at a table with a patch bunny on his lap. I find Bones by the pool table with his face buried in Pearl’s chest. I stomp my way toward them. Pearl stiffens when she sees me, which gets Bones’ attention. He pulls his face away from her chest with a cheesy grin on his face which drops the moment he sees the scowl on mine.

“Let’s go, now.” I don’t give him any room for argument. Bones releases Pearl and I give her a slight wink without him seeing it, so she knows she isn’t in trouble. That girl has already stuck her foot in her mouth once, I don’t want to see her do it again. Pearl steps aside and saunters to the bar in her high heels, short tight skirt and a mesh top that does little for the imagination. Bones watches her until she is sitting at the bar. She looks behind her at us and watches as Bones and I leavefollowed by Trigger and Pretty Boy. There is something weird about Pearl but I push it aside for now.

Once we shove Pretty Boy and Bones into the Chapel and close the doors behind them, Trigger and I take our seats. Every patched member is scowling at the two prospects standing at the end of the table. Sweat beads on Bones’ forehead and I notice a slight tremble in his hands, but he doesn’t wipe the sweat away or shake off the fear. On the other hand, Pretty Boy is relaxed and passive standing there. Capone is going to fuck with him big time.

“Do you two know why you’re in here?” Capone growls from the head of the table glaring at the two prospects. They both shake their heads.

“Fuck, they’re idiots.” Trigger remarks, making Pretty Boy stand a little taller.

“Maybe I should kick his ass.” Derange rumbles from his seat, cracking his knuckles while staring at Pretty Boy. “I mean it’s the least I should do for not protecting my Ol’ Lady.”

Pretty Boy’s face pales and he opens his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Capone. “Don’t even say a fucking word, Boy. You don’t have a right to speak inside this room. You haven’t earned it.” Fuck, he is laying it on thick with Pretty Boy. I do my best not to crack a smile at the way Pretty Boy is shaking now.

Capone and Blayze stand, walking over to the two prospects. This is my favorite part. Capone circles Bones, while Blayze circles Pretty Boy. “Why do you two think you should become members of the Royal Bastards?” Capone’s voice is low and deadly. Bones wants to say something but keeps his lips sealed shut. Pretty Boy is standing tall now with his eyes focusing on the wall in front of him.

Blayze steps in front of Pretty Boy, making him look him in the eyes. “Did I say you can look at me, Prospect?” Pretty Boyopens his mouth and then quickly snaps it shut. He looks off to the side of Blayze and every time Blayze steps in his sight, Pretty Boy looks away. “That’s better.”

Capone and Blayze switch. Now it’s Bones’ turn to look away each time Blayze steps into his line of sight. Capone’s lips are next to Pretty Boy’s ear, making him lose the passive stance. “Why do you think you should become a member of the Royal Bastards, Pretty Boy? Do you think you have what it takes to make it in this club?”

Bones stands tall and looks into Blayze’s icy-cold stare. “I do. I’ve sacrificed my body and my sanity for this club. I have what it takes to become a Bastard.” He stands tall and proud, which makes me sit a little taller in my chair.

Blayze’s lips twitch, trying to hold back a grin. He then focuses on Pretty Boy. “Do you feel the same way?”

Pretty Boy swallows hard, nodding his head. “Yes, V.P.”

Capone and Blayze step away from the duo and head back to their respective seats. “Drop your cuts on the table, now!” Capone growls.

Bones and Pretty Boy slide their cuts off and carefully place them on the table. Trigger and I stand up and snatch them off the table with an evil glare. “Bones, I’m ashamed to tell you this, but you do not have the balls to wear this cut.” I toss it on the ground and stomp on it. Bones clenches his jaw, glaring at me like he wants to rip my head off and spit down my throat.

“Neither do you, Pretty Boy.” Trigger does the same, only he takes it a step further and spits on Pretty Boy’s cut. Pretty Boy balls up his fist like he wants to throttle Trigger. Both prospects’ faces are dark red with anger and they’re barely holding back everything they want to say or do.

“You’re right, they don’t deserve those colors,” Capone says and stands up. He takes his time walking to the closet next to the sofa behind the prospects. My foot is still grinding into Bones’prospect cut and he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. If he could shoot flames out of his eyes, he’d disintegrate me right in this very spot. Pretty Boy is glaring at Trigger. Neither one of them is paying any attention to Capone.

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