Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

"MC I can’t wait until you come home." Lily says and swipes her finger under her eye.

"MC … Looks like MC might need an actual name." I say.

"What do you mean? That is his name." Lily glances up to me hurt.

"We can call him that, but he needs an official name. For school and stuff, you know." I try to soften the blow. She nods and focuses back on the baby, clearly accepting of my explanation.

I look up to Dillon, "What are we calling our MC?"

He tilts his head back for a second thinking on it. His eyes dart to my father for a second and then to the window. "Did you know Prime’s real name is Charles?"

I smile and can instantly see where he is going with this. "Seems like it’s a good fit." Dillon shrugs and waits for me to make the final decision.

"It’s settled then, Marko Charles Ryans." I say and can almost hear my father’s heart triple in size.

Sven laughs, "Ulizivati."

"Damn right I’m sucking up. I’m no fool." Dillon replies letting my brother know that he understood exactly what he had said.

I laugh with them before I turn back and admire my little boy. My fighter.

Dillon

Four Months Later

To say things have been different is a fucking understatement. Keeley and I are stronger than ever though I know she still worries about little MC’s patronage. I keep telling her that it doesn’t matter, he’s mine. Every other day she worries about it though. She worries about his medical history, mental history, and other things that she swears she could find out if we knew for certain who the father was.

My problem with that is if it turns out that MC isn’t mine will it hang over us for the rest of our lives. I love that boy more and more with each passing day and I’ll be fucking damned if someone says that he isn’t mine.

Clean and the boys at the main WOD clubhouse have gotten stronger too. The story that ran in the news put a lot of new eyes on the club, along with those new eyes came people wanting to prospect. There were more applications to join now then there had ever been. Of course, none of them were accepted yet, because everyone was waiting for me to come home and take my spot as President. That is one of the reasons I was at the clubhouse today. I was going to give them my decision about me coming back to the table. The other reason is more family oriented. My woman had decided to take me back, on the condition that she would be able to have a vow renewal. Apparently, there was a lot more family now that she wanted to witness us get married. I could give a shit if everyone else is around, but she seems to want this. If that is what she wants, then I would fucking give it to her.

"Wire, you ready to do this?" Archer asks poking his head out the door and onto the back patio where I’m standing just looking at the graves of the people that we’d lost. I hope that they are happy with the path that I’ve chosen and the decisions that I’ve made. More than anything, I hope that I’ve made them fucking proud.

"Yeah man. I’m on my way." I walk back into the clubhouse and though the ceremony isn’t set to happen for another hour or so, everyone that is invited is already there. The Boys of Djinn club from Maine, Eve’s Fury MC, The New Orleans chapter of WOD, Marko and some of his top men including Sven, Josip, and Luka, Fly, Prime, Cherry and Ryder are here, everyone that means anything to us is here.

"I said that you’re not getting in here. You weren’t invited and I don’t care who the fuck you’re related to." Red, the prospect says. Both Archer and I walk towards the front door where the commotion appears to be coming from. The last thing I want is for someone to come in here and mess up my woman’s second big day.

When I look over his shoulder, I’m surprised at who I see. It’s fucking Fuse from Inferno’s Clutch MC and behind him are two prospects with my little sister Lyrica.

"Red, chill out!" I rush over to the door. I can’t be mad that he is so strict with security. That is what he is supposed to do. "Holy shit. What’re you guys doing here?" I push by Red and pull Fuse into a bro hug before I make my way to Lyrica and pull her in for a real one. Since everything that had happened with the clubs, I hadn’t gone down to Inferno’s Clutch to check on her, but I did keep in contact with her weekly. It was easier than I would have thought for us to have a relationship. She told me all about her life with her parents. I told her what I could about the club and Keeley. When I’d argue with Keeley, she would be the first one I reach out to when I just can’t figure out the female mind. I had invited her, but she’d made it seem like she wasn’t going to come so I didn’t let anyone know. Now that she is here, I’m fucking stoked.

"Come on, did you think I would miss my big brother’s wedding?" She laughs softly before she grabs onto Fuse’s hand again and I lead them inside. Behind them are two prospects from Inferno’s Clutch. We don’t usually allow club members from non-affiliated crews into our club so I would need to get the okay from Clean before I could let them come any further than the front walkway.

I look over to Archer, "You seen, Clean?"

Archer shakes his head, "He’s probably locked in the back room with Maven."

Those two always seemed to