Page 72 of Master's Rise

“The pledge felt good in here, Cort. Will we do it every week?”

I shake my head no. “I needed the power it holds to remind them of our bond. Repeating it every week will diminish that power.”

He considers that then nods. “It was a good thing to do. I felt it. I’m meeting some Brothers in the cafeteria. Text me if you’re leaving.”

“I’m here until the ride at twelve. I missed breakfast.” When I turn, Chaps, a vet in a wheelchair, is in front of me.

“Pres.” He waits for me.

I bend to a squat so he’s not stretching his neck to look up at me. “Hey, Chaps.”

“Church was good. The expansion is going to help all the Clubs. Beacon said Jordan was in the city now. That’s a plus.”

I nod. “It is. You already have Brothers traveling. If you want to jump in, let Beacon or Falcon know.”

He gives me a killer smile. “I know the city is good, but I’d like to see the Colorado Club.”

He runs surveillance for Security and sometimes for Ops plans. I nod knowing why he mentioned it. “Major’s Ops and Club are accessible. The smaller one isn’t. They’re working on that so everyone will be able to jump in where they’re needed. I’ll make sure Beacon knows you’re interested so he keeps you updated. Plans will run from here, so it’s just surveillance needs they’ll have.”

I get the smile again. “Thanks, Boss. I can talk to Beacon. You have enough to do.”

I pat his shoulder, standing as he rolls away. “He just wants to be included. He’s a good Brother. I’m glad he gets the chance to go too,” Raid says.

“Yeah. I’m hungry.” We follow Chaps out the side and up to the first floor. I’ll need to remember to have someone out here. Riding the elevator alone all the time must suck.

~*~*~

Seren

Freedom and Harmony show up with bags of clothes and Melody, Harmony’s daughter. “What’s going on?”

“We’re playing dress-up like models,” Melody says, like this will be fun.

“How nice.” I give Freedom a look.

Harmony gives Melody a tablet. “You have twenty minutes left. You can play while we talk. When the alarm goes off, the tablet does.”

Melody nods looking very serious for her six years. “Yes, mommy. I’m gonna finish my story.”

I smile at the innocent look. The kid is diabolical in sneaking more time while Harmony is busy.

Melody goes to the couch and Harmony looks around. “This is a nice place. I wouldn’t have pictured the big guy here.”

“Stop picturing him anywhere. That’s my job.”

She laughs while Freedom pulls clothes out of the bags. “You need clothes for the biker parties.” This isn’t just a statement, it’s delivered as an order.

Feeling insulted, I tell her, “I have clothes. I’m not a nun here.”

Harmony laughs. “You are when it comes to bikers. The parties are special, like a ball. You’d wear a gown to a ball. You need to wear biker clothes to biker parties.”

That makes sense. “Okay. I can buy clothes so they’ll fit me right. Your pants were a little tight.” Her old clothes wouldallbe too tight.

Freedom holds up a long-sleeved T with scrolling and flowers that look like a tattoo going down the arms. It’s cool. Seeing the tag, I point and start to shake my head. This is a lot of bags.

Freedom isn’t going to let me. “No wedding means we got off easy. We’re just starting you off with a few things to show what you should be looking for. If it’s cold, this, a leather jacket and leather pants. Since the shirt is white, a red or black bra. Black would match the scroll line going down the sleeves. Red would match red heels and lipstick.”

Okay. Harmony has black and brown leather pants. “Always with biker boots, heels are a plus.” Two boxes of boots are opened, one with heels the other without.