Page 35 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

Dex

S tretching my arms over my head I try to work out the kinks of riding for the full three and a bit hours it takes to get here.

The Keep. It looks a fuck ton better than the last time I was here.

The stark buildings somehow look more welcoming, the children playing in the playground area actually look happy, and the women, while carrying haunted looks behind their eyes, seem to have found a semblance of normalcy in their lives for them and their children.

I knew that The Keep works to help those in situations Blanche and her brothers escaped from, but seeing it working first hand is something to behold.

“That large building is the one we decided would be the clubhouse,” Vex says, pointing to the building I remembered as housing the meeting hall, and rooms for the council members.

Nodding, he continues, “It’s been upgraded since the last time you were here.

Turns out having loaded sisters helps,” he grins.

The rest of my brothers, my men, all flank me as I look toward the new building. Sniper at my right, quietly assessing.

“What do you think, VP?”

“I think this looks like a good place to heal,” he murmurs, tipping his chin.

I slap my hand on his shoulder, squeezing. “No truer words have ever been spoken, brother.”

I walk up the crushed gravel, coming to a stop on the steps just outside the door to the new clubhouse. Turning, I look to my new club brothers. Some I’ve known longer than others, but men I’m happy to have at my back.

“Well, DRMC Keep Chapter, welcome home.”

My brothers roars ring in my ears as I walk through the front door, my boots echoing on the worn wood, the Pres patch stitched to my chest and a feeling of content settling in my gut. Bring it on.