Page 55 of Bayou Knights
Okay, Mr. bossy pants.
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Zion
I fucked up. I’m fucked up. I told her that it was better that we weren’t together, that I don’t share. I’m a fucking liar.
I don’t want to let her go. She’s mine. I can share if it means having her in my life.
I stop in my tracks in the middle of what looks like it used to be a corn field. I’ve wandered a long way, lost in my head.
“You done?” Capone asks.
I spin around to see him and Diablo staring at me.
“Am I done?”
“You told her you couldn’t share and now you know you made a mistake,” Diablo chuckles. I guess he knows me well enough.
“She’s here, I’m there. You’re there. Capone is the only nomad. How will that work?”
They start laughing and I think I’m missing the joke.
“What?”
“You admitted it without admitting it. You are in. And you’re the mother-fucking national president. You want to move a chapter, the mother chapter? You move the fucking chapter. We can start building tomorrow. Or at least making plans. Come on, you love her. Are you done fucking things up?” Diablo asks.
“Yeah, I’m done.” I think I’m done. No, I’m done.
“All right, asshole. You got a lot of shit to make up for,” Capone snaps at me.
“I know.”
“Glad you’ve finally pulled your head out of your ass,” Diablo snorts.
“Fuck you.” I chuckle though.
“So, we’re doing this?” Capone asks.
“We’re doing this. I think we should make the announcement tonight and send the prospects back to the clubhouse to pack up what we need. Gator can hire someone to run the inn. Hell, we can build him one here.”
“Let’s go. Then all of us are having a long talk after everyone crashes,” Capone side eyes me. He’s thinking I’m going to up and run.
“Let’s go,” I let them lead the way back since I have no idea where I am.
“Papa Bear needs to get us plans,” I mumble.
“We already have them from when we were looking for her. We’ll pull them out at breakfast,” Diablo murmurs. Everyone quiets down when we get back, waiting for me to speak. I guess I look like I have something to say. I mean I do, but usually I would have to bang my gavel or yell at someone.
“We can put it to a vote but I’m thinking of moving the national chapter here,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear. Plum’s eyes go wide and then she looks at Diablo and Capone.
“I don’t speak for everyone, but we don’t need to vote. We’re down for it,” Ziggy will always be my biggest supporter.
“I agree,” Axe who used to be one of Papa Bear’s yells from the back.
I hear a lot of others saying the same thing.
“Just to make it official, church out here tomorrow morning.”
