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A grunt of pain was allowed, but beyond that, any outward shoeakness would null and void the unani period and make him a fully-patched member of the Hell’s Handlers MC
He wouldn’tarm off and beat him with it and Zach still wouldn’t utter a sound That patch was his, and the only way he’d give it up was if soed to pry it from his cold, dead hands Even then, he’d haunt the bastard and wear the thing as a spirit
A shrill whistle cut through the raucous laughter and drunken e bonfire The fire was necessary because the night air was barely butting up against forty degrees And, of course, the guys made him stand around shirtless while he waited for his fate
Usually, the sound of fucking ht This was just for the men, brothers in all but blood At least this early part of the night After Zach got his patch, they’d bring in the club pussy and he’d have his pick of the litter One, two, hell even three wo brother after brother partake in the sweet privilege that was not bestowed on prospects Club pussy was for patched members only
And noas one
His dick twitched in his pants but died the moment his president spoke “Okay, fuckers, listen up”
All around hiave their leader, Copper, their full attention At twenty-nine, Copper was young to be in the role of club president, and since he’d been at it for alest leader in the club’s near fifty-year history
“We’re justanother brother into the club Shit, Zach’s been one of the best prospects we’ve ever had Tough as fuckin’ nails, pulls ht, never runs his mouth, loyal” A puff of stearoup
The prez wasn’t one to be fucked with A good few inches over six feet, with a beard the color of a dirty penny, and plenty of hair topit-bull But Copper had the respect of every man in the club Not just because he held the title of president, but because he’d earned it, dragging the club fro brotherhood once again
Zach blew on his hands, trying to infuse soits Da around shirtless for the past half hour hadn’t helped anything
“Just one ets to be one of us Ready, boys?” Copper waved Zach over to theout of the bonfire, a long branding iron roasted away, just waiting to scorch some of Zach’s skin
Shouts of encourage on how much of a pussy he was and what octave his scream would hit reached hi president Careful to keep his expression neutral, Zach drew up next to his prez and paused Wasn’t that the whole point? Act like he wasn’t scared Wasn’t about to shit his pants in anticipation of ould probably be the worst physical pain he’d ever experienced
Fuckin’ Copper’s facial hair split and his teeth glea fire Prez lived for this bull And if he didn’t, he sure acted like he did with that shitty grin of anticipation “Anything you want to say first?”