Chapter 83: Texas
*Everything is bigger in Texas. Except for the Tomlinson women. They are fun size. – Thomas*
“Over here.” Roscoe called as Tank crawled out of the small Cessna.
“Fuck that’s small.” Tank grumbled as he stretched and Ink crawled out behind him.
“Next time we take a C-130.” Ink stretched and then grabbed Evie around her waist and helped her out.
Ink still had his hands on her as Tank removed the noise canceling headphones and blind fold. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.
“You brought me home.” She whispered as tears filled her eyes.
Ink brushed her hair back. “We did.”
“Well, Athos was right.”
“What was my brother right about?” Tank asked as he imitated the motion.
“He found out that the family has strip clubs and asked that if I didn’t marry you, if I would marry him.” She caressed his cheek before doing the same to Ink. “But he said after I found out where ya’ll were taking me, no one else would have a chance.”
“Don’t make me have to kill my brother.” Tank requested.
“He couldn’t give me what you two do.” She whispered softly before kissing Tank and then Ink. “I love you.”
They both stepped in closer to her and wrapped their arms around her. “We love you, too.” Tank said.
“Are you three done being all mushy? We need to get ya’ll to the clubhouse before the parents are finished at the Ranch.” Roscoe said pulling them back to reality.
Chuckling between the two men, Evie only observed, “They hate the Ranch.”
“Yes, but every room and stall are booked all weekend.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it. But you were right, it’s popular as hell.”
“People like to come to Texas for their pony play.” Evie said happily between her men.
“Pony play?” Ink asked.
“Yeah. Act like a damned horse.” Roscoe said pulling Evie out from between them. “Who are you riding with?”
She looked at the two new custom bikes that had several Renegades on either side of them. The personality of each of her men was clearly embedded in their bikes. Touching the smaller one she smiled over her shoulder. “Ink.”
Tank’s bike had a wider stance and shorter body. It was blocky and bulky with straight lines and thick short handles. It was flat black with black chrome. The only flashing on it was the black Roscoe Reagan Originals emblem.
Ink’s bike was long sleek lines with graceful curves and decorative ape hangers. His was glossy black and chrome with a tribal design in black chromium, the shine changing colors in the sun. The Roscoe Reagan Originals emblem was chrome.
Evie knelt and was looking at the tribal design. Buried in it were the words DEVIL’S SAINTS and TEXAS RENEGADES. She turned and looked at Tank’s bike and saw the small black on black words around the emblem.
“Papi…” She said as the first tears fell.
“You think I’m going to let one of my girls ride without a Renegade?” he asked as two of his men handed her men Texas Renegades cuts. “Down here you two ride as Renegades.”
“Thanks, but-"
“Tank, it has nothing to do with courtesy and everything to do with protection.” Roscoe said as he mounted his own bike.
“Cops won’t stop Renegades.” Evie explained as she got on the back of Ink’s new bike. “And no one else will mess with them.”
“Good to have you home, Lady Evelyn.” An older biker with a long white beard and a belly said handing her a cut.
“Thank you, Renegade.” She said putting it on. “It’s nice to see your ugly face, Ryan.”
All three cuts had the state flag filling the outline of Texas on the back patch. The cuts that her men received had Renegades written in silver script. Hers had Lady in gold script with black shadowing. Evie had explained it before, gold for patched members and silver for guests. Her black indicated that she was a widow. But she was still patched, therefore, gold with black shadowing.
The old man laughed before kissing her head and returning to his own bike. Tank and Ink swapped out their cuts and placed the Saints cuts in the saddle bags. They then mounted the bikes and Evie slid her arms around Ink. Squeezing him, she pressed a kiss to his neck before he started the engine.
Ink shifted and pressed his lips to hers. “Only for you.”
Ryan, who was riding point, pulled out and the others followed. Tank and Ink fell in with the others and Roscoe was the last as the tail gunner. Ryan led the group back to the clubhouse and Evie enjoyed the feel of the evening wind on her face and blowing through her hair.
The gates to the clubhouse were still being pushed open by prospects as Ryan pulled in. They followed around and parked in a long line. The same prospects were pushing the gates close as Roscoe pulled in.
Tank killed his engine before stepping off and moving towards Evie. He pulled her off the back of the bike and she wrapped herself around him. He held her close and murmured against her hair.
“We’ve got you, luv.”
Ink stepped to them and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, pet.”
Tank felt her lips against his neck and he relaxed. When she lifted her head, they were alone.
“I’m sorry.” She wiped tears away while smiling at them. “The emotions just hit me. Sadness over the men that I used to have. And excitement of home and seeing the parents. And that the men that I have now love me. And brought me home. And, oh God, you have no idea what you’re in for. I love you. Both of you.”
Ink pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly while she remained in Tank’s arms. “We love you too, pet.”
“We’ll go through hell for you, luv.”
She gave a little laugh. “Just remember you said that.”
