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Fuck that shit. Racer sent her packing. We do not want that shit here.

Everything is falling into place, and I feel invincible. Mads and I built something that I never thought I would have again. And I will be fucking damned if I let anyone, especially not someone like Diana, come between us.

When it ended with Ruth and me, I thought I was done with love, but over the years I sorted my head out, and it became clear that I deserved it when it happened. Finally, it has.

The sun is setting, because tonight we have some announcements to make in the club. Big fucking announcements.

Ones that will bring on a party to end all parties.

Tonight we grow the club, adding in men that have served us well and deserve the patch. They have shown their loyalty, their strength, and their dedication to our brotherhood.

It's time they are recognized for their contributions and embraced fully into our family.

This is a celebration of the bonds we have forged as Rugged Skulls. Here's to the new members of our club, to the memories we will create, and to the future that lies ahead. Let's make tonight a night to remember.

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS,” Racer calls.

Everyone gathers around the large firepit, brothers stand with beers in hand, the Ol’ Ladies, including mine, have glasses of wine. Darian is at her side.

“Yesterday was family day but tonight is club night. When I was handed the President patch, it was a fucking honor to fill the big ass boots after Tank. He was a good and fair Pres.” Everyone laughs. “I was told that evolution was a must within the MC community and family and fuck, he was right. The Rugged Skulls MC must grow, and to grow we must add new members to the club. So…” He looks around and nods to me.

I walk toward my girl, who smiles widely at me. She hands me one box, and Darian hands Savage the other one. Leaning in, I kiss my woman’s lips, groaning when I taste her.

“I’ll just say thanks, Dar. Not kissing where my brother’s cock has been.” He winks at Darian and Forge growls.

The club members laugh, and we walk over to Pres.

“Reid and Logan, step forward.”

I open the box for Racer and he nods to me, before turning to face Reid.

“You have been a good prospect. Done your duties and then some. You have protected Emmi and Rex without a second thought, you have helped with the club in our time of need. Wewelcome you to the club as a brother. From today forward, you will be known as, ‘Guardian.”

“Look at this fucker, getting a cool road name,” Rouge gripes, but I see him smiling.

We clap and cheer as Racer helps Guardian into his new cut. My dogs bark and howl at the celebration, from their seats close to Mads.

“Fuck, I’ll never let you down, Pres.” He looks to me. “Or you, VP. Emmi and Rex will still be a priority for me, if you let me.” I nod to him.

I know that he will always do right by my kids.

Savage pops open the box and Racer takes the cut out, the fresh smell of leather permeating the air.

“Logan, you came to us from Fort Lauderdale with a plan in place to help those you left behind. I know that shit did not go to plan for you, but you still showed up for the club. You went above your means to get what we needed done to help people within the club and the club itself. Even though you have not been here that long, you have shown us that you a worthy brother. So from this day forward, you will be known as stated by the Ol’ Lady you saved, as ‘Crash’.”

The sounds around us go up, the clapping, cheering, and whistles.

Crash looks to Madalyn and he gives her a chin lift in thanks. She blushes and smiles wide at him. She still spoils him with sugary treats when she can; they seem to have built a friendship after he helped save her.

“I won’t let you down, Pres. Fuck.” He looks to the floor, shaking his head. “Never thought I would get this, but fuck me, I am grateful and honored.”

“Welcome to the club, brothers.” Racer slaps them both on the shoulder, then looks to Waylon and Leland. “You both pullyour weight, be something the club can be proud of and you will get a patch.”

Both men nod to him, determination clear in their focused eyes. They want this. The club, the camaraderie. They will get it.

“One more thing,” Pres says. “Over to you, VP.”

Smiling, I see the brothers part, moving out of my way as I walk toward my woman, who is looking at me with wide eyes showing her nerves. Smirking, I wink at her, hoping to ease some of the tension I see in her body language.

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