Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,143

there, nagging me until I walked into the clubhouse and basically forced an introduction between us, not paying much attention to Brick, who had clearly not been happy to see me.

With her hand in mine, ignoring her no-touching rule, one she didn’t bother to enforce, I led her back to the party, toward the people I considered my extended family, even if my start with them had been far from ideal.

With every step, I reflected on everything that happened that had brought me to this point.

I’d unfortunately found out exactly who my father was and what he’d been capable of.

I’d killed a man at close-point range.

I’d seen an innocent girl, someone I’d started to develop feelings for, have her life stolen from her in the most gruesome of ways.

I’d taken a bullet for a fellow brother.

And I’d fallen in love with the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with.

Would I change a thing?

Oddly... not a one.

Dropping my wallet in that garage had been the worst thing to happen to me at the time, and my life had changed in ways I couldn’t have fathomed.

As I sat next to the men who accepted me into their club, into their lives, I couldn’t imagine not being a part of the Knights Corruption.

Our experiences bonded us together, and I couldn’t be prouder to wear the patch, on my cut and on my back.

“Can you believe it?”

“Which part?” I asked, tipping the remaining liquid from my bottle and into my mouth. I probably should’ve stopped two beers ago, but today was a day for celebration. In other words, I could get shit-faced if I wanted.

My VP, best friend, and soon-to-be somehow-related-to-me-through-marriage, although I wasn’t sure how that all worked, took a hefty swig of his drink. “Fuckin’ all of it.”

I was in mid thought of my response when I saw Sully walk out from the house, stopping to talk to Maddie and Morgan who were standing nearby. Tag and Linc hung back several feet from the ladies, laughing about something, and their demeanor made me smile.

There was a time not long ago we couldn’t hang out like this all together, not a care in the world, knocking back a few and having a good time. But thankfully, all threats were finally behind us, and for good this time. I was assured multiple times we weren’t ever gonna have another problem from the two remaining Reaper charters. Their presidents assured us they didn’t want any trouble, even going so far as to tell us they never liked Griller or Dutch, said they were too unpredictable. Sure, they could’ve just been saying that to appease us, but my gut told me the war with them was over for good.

“You know we weren’t much older than our boys when we took over the club from our fathers.”

“True.” Stone reached behind him and grabbed two more from the cooler, offering me one. I shook my head. If I had any hope of ravaging my gorgeous wife later, I’d better lay off. “Wait.” He popped the top. “You’re not thinkin’ of stepping down are you?”

He looked genuinely worried that I wanted to switch things up, but I had no plans on doing anything of the sort. They’d have to pry me out of that damn chair, and I was sure Stone felt the same about his seat at the table.

Besides Sully and Kaden, this club was my life. The Knights were a bonded brotherhood. We’d been through horrific ordeals, some of our women enduring worse, but we managed to come out on the other side.

We’d lost men, Zip, Breck, and a Laredo brother, Smiley, while others had nearly lost their lives during the first and second war with those bastards. The men and women all wore some sort of physical or emotional scar, but as the days passed, life got better, easier.

“Can you image those two running things?” We both laughed. “They’re smart and determined, but they’re too wrapped up in their better halves.”

“Speakin’ of better halves, here comes yours.” He jerked his chin toward the house, Sully sauntering her way toward me, gathering her black strands in one hand, and pulling them to rest over her left shoulder, exposing the sexy line of her neck. The sway of her hips mesmerized me, her pink and white polka-dot dress falling to her ankles but doing nothing to distract me from the body I knew was underneath. The front dipped down a little lower than I