Eden gently bucked her hips, working with his body, over and over.
There was a knock at the door and Eden hurried to grab for the covers, pulling them up to cover themselves. She lowered her body down to his.
“Come in!” Trev yelled.
The door opened and Blaine stood there. “Damn. Look at you two go.”
“What do you want?”
“Meeting. Now.”
“Shit,” Trev said. “Okay.”
“Unless you want me to push it back,” Blaine said. “If you have room for one more in here…”
“Fuck off,” Eden called out and then giggled.
Blaine shut the door.
“Fuck,” Trev said. “I have to go to work, beautiful.”
“I know you do,” she said. She then kissed him. “But I’ll be waiting right here. Naked and wet.”
“Fucking hell. You’re out of control.”
“You make me out of control,” Eden said with a devilish grin.
Trev hated climbing out of the bed. He hated getting dressed. He hated leaving a beautiful woman like Eden left behind, while she was naked and ready to go again.
But duty called.
Leaving the room, Trev walked the hallway of the clubhouse and touched his shirt. He was still missing his leather cut. He fucking hated that feeling too. He thought Miller would have given it back at the hospital. But he didn’t. Even when they got back from the hospital, Miller didn’t bring it up.
Somewhere inside Trev he wondered if they weren’t keeping the cut for good.
He walked into the conference room and was surprised to see not only the Frelen charter but also the Daurian charter.
Everyone was standing, looking at Trev.
“My guys sit,” Miller said. “Trev, you come here.”
Trev walked to the head of the table.
Miller put Trev’s leather cut on the table. “You’re looking for this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Trev said.
That’s when Trev noticed his leather cut was stripped cleaned.
Outlaw style.
All his Back Down Devil MC Frelen patches were gone. They were in a pile on the floor next to Miller.
“I cut them off myself,” Miller said.
“What the hell is going on?”
“You went after our President,” Jasper said. “You came up to the charter and tried to take control. You ran your mouth, you acted fast, and you were way out of line. Fuck, you shot me twice.”
“I saved your ass,” Trev said. “He wanted you dead. Is this for real?”
Everyone at the table nodded.
“We took a vote,” Gaige said.
“There’s not enough room down here,” Miller said. “We’ll refill Griffin’s seat with someone from the charter.”
“You fucking guys voted me out?” Trev asked.
“No choice,” Shay said. “Look at all that happened.”
“The way you act,” Nate said.
“You don’t belong in a chair at a table,” Jasper said. “We all voted on it, Trev.”
“Why the fuck would your charter vote on it?” Trev asked.
Miller put a hand to Trev’s back. “Because… you belong at the head of a table, Trev.”
“What?” Trev asked.
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 fucking 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.