Chapter 79: Collar
*You made them happy. Even if you never wear it again, remember how much they loved you. – Reed*
Isaac kissed his daughter on her forehead and then pushed her back towards her men.
Isaac turned and picked up the box off the table. Aa he handed it over he met both men’s eyes before releasing the box.
“If you decide to put a ring on her finger, let me know. I’d like to walk one of my daughters down the aisle.” He sighed. "They have a tendency to elope."
Evie smiled as she ducked her head.
“We will.” Tank said as Ink nodded accepting the box. He removed the lid and they looked at the collar inside.
There was a semicircular solid piece of silver that was about a half inch around with a two key lock in the middle. The rest of the collar was three braided fine silver chains. On the chains were two small golden hearts that were free to move about.
There were two silver chains that could be attached to the back. They would hang to just above her bra line, peeking out from beneath her hair. Each had a golden letter on the end. An I and a T.
There were two golden men’s ID bracelets. The clasp was the key to lock. Each one was engraved. Master Ian. Master Raymond.
“It’s perfect.” Ink said touching the golden hearts.
“Not quite.” Tank corrected taking the collar out and they locked it on her neck. With a gentle hand on her cheek, he guided her to face him. “Now, it’s perfect.”
“Thank you, Sirs.” Evie said softly just before Tank kissed her. She clung to his cut with her free hand, her other hand held the patch over her heart. Tank slid his hand into her hair as his other rested on her hip.
Ink stepped behind her and put his hand on her other hip. As Tank lifted his head, Ink guided her mouth to his. Tank gently took the patch from her hand and she slid her now free hand around Ink’s neck.
Ink lifted his head to find Tank smiling. He accepted the patch and found himself smiling. The black rectangular patch with white lettering that read PROPERTY OF INK AND TANK
“Told you to collar and patch her.” Law smirked.
“Prospect, show the patches respect. They earned it.” Roscoe warned.
“Yeah, yeah.” Law replied and found six guns pointed at him. Including one by his own father.
“I think it’s a good thing that you didn’t prospect under me.” Roscoe said coldly. “I don’t like disrespect. I won’t tolerate it from my sons and I won’t tolerate it from you either. And I certainly won’t tolerate it against brothers in their own house.”
“Just letting the Saints know what we grew up around. Not to speak out of turn as a prospect, but they have a spider problem also.”
“Renegades.” Roscoe said and the guns were put away. Looking at Toad who motioned for his men to also stand down. “Aranya are up here?”
“They are. Skin trade.” Toad confirmed.
“Especially young girls.” Reed added.
“Dom still have one in the black room?” Toad asked in general.
“Yeah. Playroom is off limits until she’s done.” Tank said as Evie snuggled into him.
Ink lifted his head from her neck. “We can always go to the club.”
“Yes!” Roscoe said pulling a piece of paper from his inside pocket. “Let’s go to the club. Because I have a hall pass.”
Evie chuckled as the other Renegades groaned. “That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“I agree. But as long as you are there to make sure I follow her rules, I can fuck whoever you approve.” He handed over the paper and she unfolded it, remaining between her men.
“You’ll need to get condoms.”
“Have some in the saddle bags.”
“And the heat may have destroyed them. Truly, you are as bad as the musketeers.” She pointed out.
“I know not to carry them in my wallet.”
“Did you know that before our class discussion, Mr. Morgan?” there was silence from the table.
“I didn’t think yall had crickets up here at this time of year.” Boone snickered.
“Mr. Reagan, I believe I had to tell you the same thing.”
“Ugh. Nothing worse than having your sister-in-law as your history teacher.”
“I haven’t minded.” Athos said and got a glare from Tank. “What? She was my teacher before she was your woman.”
A soft hand touched Tank’s cheek, drawing his attention away from his adopted brother.
Tank smiled down at her. “I get better than just a teacher fantasy.”
