Chapter 111: Joy

I’m sick and twisted. But not even I would wish that shit on anyone. – Dom

Celt called Toad at three the following morning. At four, the clubhouse was buzzing with activity. All the patched members from the local chapters, the Tomlinson family and the Renegades and Cajuns were called in. Ink and Tank were also called and Ink went while Tank stayed with Evie.

When he was leaving, Ink snapped a picture of Evie asleep in the hospital bed with Tank spooning her. She was leaning against his chest taking pressure off her injured shoulder. His hand lay on her belly where it had remained for the majority of the day. Ink knew the other man was not quite asleep. But it was the most relaxed he had been since Isiah had called.

Once he arrived at the clubhouse, Ink wasted no time in showing off their babies to anyone. And everyone. When he found Athos, he gave him the copy that Tank had set aside.

“Are you sure he wants me to have this?” Athos asked looking at the grainy black and white image.

“