jaw tight.
“We’re releasing you from the King’s Descendants Motorcycle Club, effective immediately. You will no longer be involved in our business, but you’ll always be involved in our lives,” Mykel goes on. “Goin’ to miss you, brother. More than you could ever know.”
Cohen steps forward and Samson shrugs off his jacket, holding it in his arms for a moment and staring at it, before handing it over to Cohen. Just like that, Samson is no longer a member.
Just like that, he’s free.
We all hug him and the members shake his hand and wish him all the best.
I put my arm around Lilian, and she steps in closer.
“Best of luck to you and your daughter,” Alarick nods to him when he finally makes it back. “We’ll always have our doors open to you, brother.”
Samson hugs him again and then steps back with a nod.
He turns to Lilian. “You ready, baby girl?”
She nods. “I’m ready.”
She walks over, he throws an arm around her shoulder, and the two of them leave. Samson puts his hand in the air, giving us a final wave, before disappearing into the night.
I look to Briella, who has tears running down her cheeks. I step over and hug her.
“It’s the hormones, I swear,” she whispers.
I laugh. “I’m sure it is.”
Alarick watches the darkness for a while, and then he turns back to the ground. “Bohdi, come here, brother.”
Bohdi looks confused, but stands and walks over to Alarick, who reaches his hand out. Bohdi shakes it, still looking a little lost as to what’s happening. Alarick asks for his leather jacket and Bohdi shrugs it off, handing it over. Alarick presents him with a patch, and Bohdi’s eyes widen.
“You’ve proven your worth, your loyalty, and your friendship. I’m officially patchin’ you in, welcome to the brotherhood. You are goin’ to take over Samson’s position in the club. You’re one of us and you’ll forever remain one of us.”
Bohdi gives Alarick a look of such gratitude, it makes my heart ache. The two of them shake hands again and then give each other a big old manly hug. Bohdi pulls back, holds his jacket up, and everyone cheers. I smile, huge, because I’m so damned proud of him.
“I’d also like to welcome our newest prospect, Carson,” Alarick says, and out of the darkness walks Carson, a huge grin on his face.
What?
I laugh, shocked. I had no idea Carson was thinking of joining the club. What great news.
“I’m lookin’ forward to being your little bitch,” Carson says, shaking Alarick’s hand.
Alarick laughs. “I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ you my little bitch.”
Carson grins.
Bohdi steps in beside me, putting his arm around me.
“I didn’t know Carson was joining,” I say softly.
“Surprise,” Bohdi chuckles.
“This is so great. We’re all together.”
“Fuckin’ yeah we are.”
I lean in closer, unable to wipe the grin from my face. We’re all finally happy, free of drama and pain, but mostly we’re together.
A family, a brotherhood, a place to call home.
I never thought I’d find such love in my life, but here I am, with everything I could ever ask for.
What a perfect ending.
THE END
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Biker Schmiker is coming to you Feb 2021 and because I love you all, here is a little peek....
BIKER SCHMIKER – FEBURARY 2021
I stare up at the sun blaring down into my eyes.
I’m lying on the sidewalk after attempting to jog, tripping over the curb, and falling flat on my back. In the main street. In front of everyone. So far, nobody has offered to help me up.
People really are rude.
I could get up, I should get up, but the shame that’ll befall me when I do is going to be something I’m not quite ready for yet.
I