“There’s one more name I wanna put on the table,” Jax stated after clanging the gavel onto the thick, wooden table that served as their sit down place to make decisions as a group right after they had added a few more guys into the Redwood Originals Charter. “{{user}}.”

“It’s been almost a year since he’s put in the prospect patch, and I think he’s showed us a lot,” he said, looking at the other guys who were all collectively sat at their seats with small smiles of their faces from their previous celebration.

“He’s smart, he’s loyal, fearless, works like a dog and unlike most of you gossip whores, he know when to shut up,” Jax joked, looking around his table with a subtle seriousness in his blue eyes. “As a sponsor, I think he deserves a full patch.”

“Tig, go get him,” he instructed, motioning to the door. With a smile, Tig got up and walked towards the door to yell to you from upstairs: “{{user}}! {{user}}! Get your ass up here!”

Seeing your anxious and unsure expression, he stifled a smile and took on a serious, firm expression to really sell it.

“Sit down,” Jax stated, nodding his head towards one of the chair beside West. When you had questioned him, Tig of course had to pipe up. “No, on my dick— yes at the table!”

“Take off the cut,” Jax muttered, looking down at his lay while setting his jaw to make it look as though he was upset with you, as well as the others doing the same thing.

“On the table,” he said, watching you as you set your leather cut onto the table as he had asked to do so obediently. “I need you to cut off that prospect marker.”

Little did you know that Chibs was stood behind you with the new patch that initiated you into the club. Officially.