Page 19 of Rebel's Fairytale

She smiled and nodded. “Can’t wait.”

With a wink, he closed her car door and watched as she drove away. Then, he shot his family the middle finger as he made his way over to his bike. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of the laughter they shot back.

Dorothy

Dorothy Jones was disgusted. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Out on her nightly walk, she stopped across the street from the library and stared. In the parking lot of the library, she saw that sweet librarian with one of those hooligans, and he had his tongue down her throat! Dorothy thought the woman should know better. She was supposed to be a role model for the children of Warden’s Pass. Instead, she was behaving like a loose woman out on the prowl.

The sound of shenanigans off to her left brought Dorothy’s attention around. She spotted a group of the other women the men of that club had convinced to climb in their beds. Disgusting behavior.

Yes, she had thought the men of the club were attractive when the club was first established and had spent many days trying to get their attention, but she was young and that was before she was aware of their wicked ways. Sending up prayers she didn’t get wrapped up with the filth that was the Howlers all those years ago, she took a deep breath and exhaled.

Reginald was right. They needed to push these men out of their town, get rid of the trash and the debauchery. Hopefully, they would be able to save these women in the process.

Rock

Sitting in his usual spot at the table in the room they used for church, Rock waited for all of his brothers to settle and for Axle to start the meeting. He expected to have some nervousness or anxiety as he made the most important decision in his relationship with Mary, but all he felt was a calm determination.

Once his brothers were in their seats, Axle slammed his fist down on the table and said, “I’m assuming the reason for this meeting has to do with the love bite on Mary’s neck.”

The grin on Axle’s face had Rock lifting his hand from the table and shooting his president the finger.

“That’s an affirmative,” Brute graciously translated.

As his brothers chuckled, Rock took a deep breath and announced, “I want to claim Mary as my Ol’ Lady. It’s time.”

“It wastimea year ago,“ Pike said, “but we get why you waited.”

“Do we need to vote?” Axle looked around the table.

The chorus of ‘Fuck you and your vote,’ ‘She’s been family forever,’ and ‘fucking no,’ had a grin growing on Rock’s face. He loved this group of guys more than he could ever put into words.

“Well, it’s a good thing I ordered her cut a long damn time ago. I took the liberty of picking an Ol’ Lady name, but if you don’t like it, I’ll order a new patch.”

Rock was curious about what name Axle picked, but Axle was the president for many reasons. One of them was because of how intuitive he was regarding all the people he considered family.

Axle stood and walked the few steps to the only shelving unit in the room. He used a key to unlock the doors and opened one, reaching inside and pulling out a leather vest. After relocking the cabinet, he tossed the cut down on the table to Rock.

Rock held the thing up in front of him and had to choke down the lump in his throat. The Ol’ Lady name Axle chose was perfect for Mary.Diamond.

He nodded and cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

As he stood, he felt various brothers give his shoulder a squeeze. He knew they were happy for him and excited to officially welcome Mary into the family.

Mary

“Is this for what I think it’s for?” Kisy asked as she plopped down in the chair next to Mary. Mary didn’t know the woman well, but she liked what she’d seen. Kisy didn’t hide behind pretty words and polite chatter. She was an out-with-it type chick.

“Yeah, you getting your Ol’ Lady status confirmed?” Butterfly took the seat on the other side of Kisy.

Gorgeous, Darlin’, and Sugar filled out the rest of the table, until Pixie made her way over. Then, Sugar stood and gave Pixie her chair, since Pixie was obviously pregnant.

All of them looked like they had just washed their face, or they just had a shower. Their faces were clear of make-up, and they looked to all be in comfy clothes.

“Am I supposed to say that?” Mary looked around the table. “What if I jinx it, and they don’t approve? Don’t the brothers have to approve?”

Gorgeous waved off her worry. “Let these men try to deny our sister her due and see what happens. They aren’t going to deny you, Mary. You’ve been one of us for a long damn time.”

Hearing the matriarch of the Ol’ Ladies call hersistermade Mary’s eyes fill with tears.

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