𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋.

𝐈𝐗

JACKSON

"You made my sister a cut?" I repeated with a grin.

"We talked about this," Clay said. "Nobody wants her dead, and she's in the club just as much as any of us are."

"She took a beating for the club," Chibs noted. "And the first thing she told Unser was that she wanted her brother, her boyfriend, and her family."

"She deserves this just as much as anyone does, maybe more." Bobby added.

"One thing," I spoke up. "Nobody ever patches a girl. Whag the does that make us?"

"Strong, diverse." Opie commented.

"Not sexist." Juice added. I gave him a look.

"What's her ranking?" Tig asked.

"I'm thinking of sharing the VP title," I said with a shrug.

"Seriously?" Juice asked.

"Why not?" I countered. "My sister is a badass bitch, and would do anything for this club. It's just a name on a cut."

"It's made," Clay interrupted. "So is Sack's."

"Let's give it to them tomorrow. Juice," I said. "Take my sister out somewhere. Tig, take Sack somewhere, I don't care what you do."

"Okay." Tig and Juice said in unison.

"Are we all okay with patching Alison?"

"Yeah!" Everyone agreed as they hit the table with their fists. This was either gonna be something amazing, or the worst decision.