Right now, the Michigan chapter is being treated as a new sister chapter being opened. I’m here about another week for a bit of learning and shit, and then I’ll head back to get it up and running. Usually we have a potential president take a year to learn it all before starting a new chapter, but this is a special circumstance. I’ve been an officer for years; I already know how shit works. I’ve also been a president for months. I’ve got this. Well, I hope I do. Just need to find the boys who’ll have my back when I fuck something up because I didn’t fully know what I was doing.
“You better get your girl.”
“Huh?”
Kooper nods behind me, and I see Viv is now with Jumper, and they’ve got their heads together. Not a good thing.
“Dammit.” Now it’s me muttering and standing to go see what those two are on about.
They’re so deep in hushed conversation, they’ve got no clue I’m walking up to them till I wrap an arm around my girl’s middle. She leans back into me easily.
“What are you doing?” I say as I kiss her bare shoulder. It’s warm down here. No need to layer.
“Getting a tattoo.” She doesn’t even look at me as she says it, and my lips pause on her skin as I glare at Jumper.
“You going to let another man ink you, Menace?” I growl it as a warning to both of them.
She turns her head. “Well, when you put it like that….” She smirks and pecks my nose with her lips before turning back to Jumper.
“If anyone’s going to mark this skin, it’s going to be your old man.” I stand tall behind her and jerk her back to me, pulling a bit of her ass off her chair. But she knows I won’t let her fall. Ever.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and on cue, my dick jumps. I know she feels it with how close we are.
“Don’t worry, man. I would never mark your old lady unless you approved. She thought about going with a domino or something,” Jumper says.
“Domino?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Don’t know your name.”
“Ain’t nothing pretty.”
“Then what is it?”
“John.”
“Seriously?” she asks, like everyone always does when they find out. Not sure why everyone expects a biker to have some unique kick-ass name. Some of us were born normal and became kick-ass later in life.
I shrug. “Parents didn’t put much thought into it.”
“Wait till you hear his last name.” Jumper snickers.
Viv looks at me, then Jumper, then back and forth one more time before her jaw drops as she says, “No.”
We both nod, but only I say it. “Yeah, Smith.”
“That’s horrible.” She giggles but tries to cover it up with a cough.
I get it. Everyone who’s basic, just another body in the world, is John Smith. Nothing special about it. But Domino? Not many are called that.
“Yeah, definitely getting a domino on me. Might even help in my fights.”
I raise my eyebrow for her to explain when she looks back at me with an eyebrow wiggle.
“Girls I’m fighting will be so confused why I got a domino on my knuckles till I knock them out with it. Might even change my name too. Something about ‘they all fall down’ or something. What do you think?”
“I wouldn’t,” Jumper says as I shake my head at her words.
“Why?” she asks, but Jumper just tilts his beer toward me to explain.
