Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(72)

Jasper stepped forward and walked the length of the table. “Trev, you’ve been voted in as President of the Back Down Devil MC Daurian charter.”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” Trev asked.

Jasper then tossed a handful of new patches to the table. They were the name and logo for the Daurian charter.

“And this,” Miller said, “is from me…”

He grabbed Trev’s hand and slapped the President’s patch to it.

“Miller…”

“You deserve this,” Miller said. “The way you handled all of this. You’ve proven yourself as a leader long before you came down here.”

Trev looked at Jasper. “Why not you, brother?”

“We stand by you,” Xavier said. “President.”

The Daurian charter started to cheer.

The guys at the table started to pound their fists.

Trev didn’t know what to think or feel.

He just looked at the patch.

President.

Fucking President.

He looked at Miller.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Miller said. “Between you and me, Trev, we’ll keep these charters safe and running smooth. This MC is stronger than it ever has been before.”

“Trev,” Jasper said. “We’ve got all the intel on rival crews and gangs. The PD. Everything you’ll need. The first thing will be to clean up all of Ripper’s messes.”

“Which we’ll do together,” Miller said. “Get to the bottom of all these truths. But before that…” Miller reached down and brought out a bottle of whiskey. “We drink to the new President!”

The room exploded.

A second later, the door opened and prospects came in. They brought shot glasses for everyone. One prospect grabbed Trev’s leather cut and patches and went to work.

Miller poured the shots and they all drank, cheering and celebrating.

Then the room got quiet.

The leather cut was on the table, ready to go.

Miller grabbed it and held it out. He nodded and Trev turned to have it put on him.

“Not me,” Miller said. “Her.”

Eden entered the conference room. She looked at Trev, smiling, tears in her eyes.

“You knew this?” he asked.

“I had wind of it,” she said.

Eden then took the leather cut and put it on Trev.

And just like that, Trev was now officially a patched in member of the Back Down Devil MC Daurian charter… and their President.

He touched the patch and looked to all the men in the room.

He slipped a hand around Eden’s waist, all the way around so he could touch her belly.

It had all come together.

The guys were drinking, still celebrating Trev.

Jessa came into the room, holding Caine.

Beck burst into the room and screamed Daddy! running to Miller.

Trev looked at Eden. He kissed her softly.

His first duty as President was simple. Ask Eden to marry him and then give her the wedding of her dreams.

Trev then looked up at the ceiling and thought about Griffin. He thought about the years running outlaw. The years with The Lost Men. The way time did whatever the f*ck it wanted, no matter what.

But there was one thing greater than time. One thing that would always win the battle against time.

Trev looked around the room again and understood it.

It was about family.

And that’s what Back Down Devil MC was.

Family.

****

(In Daurian)



Trev surveryed the lot. He had a cold beer in his hand. In his other hand held Eden’s hand. They were getting settled into a new place, a place where they could raise their child and become a family. Of course, Trev would have his own room in the clubhouse that stood behind him.

“What are you thinking?” Eden asked.

“What a ride,” Trev whispered. He looked at Eden. “What are you thinking?”

“I have to pee,” she said and grinned. “I always have to pee.”

Trev laughed. He pulled Eden close and kissed her.

She walked away and Trev finished his beer.

Jasper took Eden’s spot except he didn’t hold his hand.

“Prez,” he said.

“That’s going to take some time to get used to. Hearing that title.”

“Better hurry,” Jasper said. “We’re all ready for you to call the table.”

“Okay,” Trev said.

Trev had been talking to each individual member for days now, trying to gather all he could about the charter, the people, the town, everything.

The scary part of it all was the truth Ripper took to his grave. Whatever deals he had going that nobody else knew about.

“It’s quiet,” Jasper said.

“I don’t like it.”

“Why not, Prez?”

“They always tell you it’s quietest before the storm…”

It stayed quiet for another minute.

That’s when Trev heard the rumbling. It wasn’t thunder, but it sounded pretty damn close to it.

Over the horizon came a group of motorcycles. They looked like they were popping right out of the horizon. Maybe right out of hell.

“Ah, f*ck,” Jasper said. He stuck his fingers into his mouth and whistled.