Creed’s Honor by Simone Nicholls

Decisions. I was normally good at making them. I normally knew by my gut what to do, but this one was harder. Wrench rode in the day after Hades birthday. He and I had history from before my time as a biker when I was just a street kid with money.

Wrench was the one who had encouraged me to join the club, though he wasn’t counting on me prospecting to Hades’ Mother Chapter. Wrench had just offered me a chance to be his VP. I knew there was no chance in hell I’d get a shot at that position in the Mother Chapter. After all, Kobra was a good fucking VP.

It was a promotion. All week I’d debated about going or not. Weighed it up and knew I’d lose her, but I couldn’t be the man she needed if I was the guy at her father’s table, someone he had little respect for.

So here I was at the table with Hades, his eyes on me, and I was sure he had heard of Wrench’s offer to me. I knew there would be some code or something when it came to Hades’ table members. Which I was, but I didn’t have his respect. He knew I could keep shit in line. That was the reason I had the enforcer position.

“Taking the offer.” I finally said it and looked him in the eye.

Hades’ gaze remained on me, and I waited for a reaction. Finally, he nodded his head. “Was expecting as much.” He looked slightly regretful about it. “Wrench is a good president. Learning from him is a smart move.”

I nodded my head. I knew that too, but it didn’t make the knot in my stomach any less painful.

“Guessing yer riding out tonight with them,”

I nodded my head.

Hades stood up, extending a hand. “Then ride safe, brother.” That was the first time Hades had called me brother and didn’t look at me like I was a cockroach. I shook his hand, then turned to leave, realising I wouldn’t be coming back into this boardroom as a table member again.

“Tell her.” Hades’ words made me freeze. “Don’t just ride out, leaving her wondering.”

I didn’t turn around or say anything. But I did nod my head. The truth was, telling Holly hadn’t stopped rolling through my head, and it was the last thing I wanted to do. But I wasn’t a coward. I wasn’t just going to ride out tonight and not tell the woman I loved that I was leaving.

But I wasn’t ready to do it yet. I had all day, right? We weren’t riding out till nine. Fuck. I was saying I wasn’t a coward, but I felt like one because leaving her after she had just let me in seemed like a coward move.