Page 30 of Slayin Villain
I kept my arms crossed and face frozen.I didn’t need the attention.I didn’t want it.But I earned it.I climbed up to stand beside Prez, to read our new code.
What I didn’t expect was to look across the crowd and see her.
Rachel.
Standing near the back, tucked behind Connie and a few of the other Ol’ Ladies.Fire-red hair glowing under the torchlight, lips pressed tight, arms folded like she didn’t know what to do with them.
She wasn’t dressed to be seen, ripped jeans and a worn flannel, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.I felt her watching me.I felt it in my fuckin’ spine as I spoke our new code into being.First the introduction, “Brothers.
We rode through fire for this.
Some of us bled for it.Some of us damn near died.
We were Royal Bastards once.Born under a crown that forgot who we were.
But kings fall.
And bastards?We rise.
This patch.This son of a bitch right here.Don’t just mean club.It meanschoice.
We chose each other.We chose loyalty over legacy.
We chose truth, even when it burned.
From this night on, we ain’t under anyone’s rule but our own.
This is our blood.Our road.Our damn brotherhood.
We are theBastard Sons MC.
And anyone who don’t like it…
Can choke on the fumes we leave behind.”
Looking out over the crowd, I noticed, Ember wasn’t here tonight.Said she was sick.I didn’t ask questions.I fucking knew.Girl was pregnant.Was it mine?I didn’t want to think about it and couldn’t stop.
I figured she needed space.
Now I was wondering if the universe was making room for something else.
Taking a breath, I went onto the code.The code Kingpin wrote.I wrote the bylaws, the ones that wouldn’t be read tonight.The ones that mattered.Either way, it was an honor, I wouldn’t pass up.Kingpin patted me on the back, as if to start me up.
“Bastard Sons MC Code of Conduct
1.Blood In, Ride Forever
You earn this patch with blood, sweat, and loyalty.
You don’t walk away.You ride until your last breath, or until your brothers tear the patch from your flesh.
2.No Kings, No Crowns
We don’t answer to presidents of the past or thrones we never sat on.
There are no kings here.Just brothers forged in fire.
3.The Road Comes First
