Lust comes up and hands me the box with her property patch in it.
“Kenzie, I’m fucking obsessed with you. I love you. You’ve been mine since the first moment I laid my eyes on you, but I want to finally make it official.”
Everyone is cheering, catcalling, and whistling. Pulling out the cut, I show it to her. It has the Royal Bastard MC patch on the back, with Property of Chance written across the bottom. On the front, it reads, “Siren.”
She opens her arms with a wide smile, and I slide it on her. “You look so fucking perfect,” I say to her, raking my teeth over my lower lip as I take her in.
I’m fucking her in just that tonight.
If she lets me.
“If all my officers will follow me into church, there’s something else we need to do to make this official,” I announce.
More cheers.
Concern comes from Cash, who crosses his arms and tries to stare me down. He didn’t want me to do this to her, but he’s not even a prospect yet, so he knows he can’t say anything.
Kenzie squares her shoulders and walks with me.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“I’m sure,” she replies, lifting her chin.
That’s my fucking woman.
One by one, we all step into the room and stand around the big wooden table. Lifting Kenzie, I set her in the middle of the table. There’s a fireplace in the corner of the room, lighting it up for us.
Kissing her forehead and then her nose, I glance down at her with regret. “This is going to be hard, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” She nods, taking a deep breath. “I know.”
“You’re going to wear the Royal Bastard MC brand on your skin,” I say, nodding to Warden, who lifts it so she can see. It’s a crown with RB on the front. Feminine and badass, it’s what the old ladies have always had branded on them.
“It’s bigger than I thought it was going to be!” she snaps, sliding off the table.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I smirk.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Chance.”
The men chuckle behind me. They don’t know that she’s probably not joking. My woman has a temper. It’s why she makes the perfect old lady for me.
“It’s going to hurt, baby, but you can take it,” I rasp, swallowing hard. I pull off her top, leaving her in nothing but her bra and jeans. “I was thinking right here.” I touch her hip. It’s a spot she can hide if she wants, and one that I’ll get to see every time I fuck her. “What do you think?”
She narrows her eyes at me, then looks around the room. “You want to brand all the old ladies?”
They all nod. “It’s tradition,” Lust explains, shrugging sheepishly. “And it’s also fucking hot seeing our mark on your skin. You are Chance’s, but you’re also ours. Ours to protect. We’d all die for you, Kenzie, without a thought. This is how you show your loyalty back to us, back to the club.”
The asshole is a lot better with words than I am.
Handing her a bottle of tequila, she looks me in the eye as she opens it and starts to gulp it down.
She sits back on the table.
“Good girl,” I praise.
She’s going to need it.
Warden heads to the fireplace while I cup Kenzie’s face in my hands. “We’re going to hold you down so you don’t move, okay?”
She nods, and I fucking hate this. “You’re so brave. You make me so proud, baby.”