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If anything, they look happy.

I smile back at them. They have all accepted me.

“Now that we are all here, Queen Bee has something she would like to propose.”

I attempt to sit up straighter, but Harrison keeps me plastered to him. I shoot him an annoyed look, but he only winks at me.

I sigh. “I love that we do the property jackets and cuts for the old ladies, but I was thinking about another option. Don’t get me wrong, I love wearing my stuff, but I want something that can never be taken away. I would like to get a property of tattoo. One with the club logo like you guys wear on your bodies but with my old man’s name. Since it would be using the club logo, I want to put it to a vote.”

The guys all laugh, looking at me with amusement in their eyes. Midnight is the one who speaks up.

“I can design something for your approval, Queen Bee. If you like it, we can do it tomorrow.”

“Don’t you guys have to vote or something?” I ask.

They all shake their heads, but Wrath’s the one who verbally answers me.

“There’s no point. Not a single guy in this room would say no to you wearing our patch like a badge of honor. We respect that you wanted approval first, but you didn’t need it.”

I shake my head vehemently. “I appreciate that, but this isn’t just about me. I know you guys love and respect me. That you’ve accepted me into your family with wide open arms. This is setting precedence. Just like you patch members in as a group, any old ladies should be done the same way. You should have the option of voicing any concerns. I think it needs to be a unanimous vote as well, like with prospects.”

They all nod slowly.

“Let’s put it to a vote then, brothers,” Colt speaks up. “All in favor say ‘yay.’”

The whole room says it.

“Those against, say ‘nay.’”

Not a single man speaks up.

“There we have it then.” He turns and smiles at me.

“Does anyone else have anything they want to talk about?” Harrison asks from behind me.

They all say no, adjourning the meeting. We follow the men out into the main area.

“Hey, can we talk for a minute?” Midnight asks, stepping at the end of the bar.

I nod.

“Okay, so I want to show you what I’m thinking.”

He pulls a pen and a small notebook from his pocket. As he flips the pages, I can see all the art he has stored there. He is truly talented.

“I’ve got to go.” I hear yelled out from the other side of the room.

“I’ll be back,” Harrison whispers to me as he takes off after Colt.

“So I was thinking our logo like this.”

I watch as he takes their logo of a motorcycle with wings and a lotus in the headlights and softens the edges, making it look almost more feminine. Then he writes “Property of” above it in beautiful script and Lotus MC at the bottom.

“Okay, so this would be the template, but we could add the member’s name like this.”

Then I watch him work magic, intertwining Harrison’s Road name in the feathers of the wings.

My eyes tear up as I watch my vision come to light. It’s better than I could even have imagined.

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