“Open it and find out.”
I look between the three of them before turning my attention back to the bag. I can take a good guess as to what’s inside, and if I’m right, it’s going to do nothing for that lump I’m trying desperately hard to swallow.
Sucking in a deep breath, I reach inside, my fingers hitting soft leather.
Fuck.
Pulling it out, I stare down at the cut with a prospect badge sewn on the breast.
“So what do you say, brother? Better late than never, right?” Diesel asks, studying me. “It was how it was always meant to be after all.”
“Fuck, man. You sure?”
“Hell, yeah,” Dane sings. “You’re one of us, man.”
Ryder comes to join us. “You gonna try that thing on, or what? You know our girl loves a rough and ready biker.”
“You knew about this?” I ask, studying him.
“Of course. Now tell them you’d love nothing more than to be their little bitch then let’s go dance with our girl.”
“Hell, yeah. I’m in.”
I pull the cut on, loving the weight of it over my shoulders and finally, for the first time in my life really feeling like I belong somewhere, that I’m surrounded by people who would do anything for me.
It’s a fucking heady feeling.
One I never want to lose.