leather - negan x reader

chapter three - not allowed

jax, juice and a few others were heading in when we pulled up. "oh, juicy! got your cut back! that's my boy!" chibs hugs him after getting off his bike, the rest of us following. 

"how'd it go?" jax asks.

"i think he got the message. we'll see if he shows up."

"she did great, scared the balls off of him," tig smiles. i don't know if that's a compliment or not. 

"tig, i don't know if that's a good thing or not," i say as he wraps his arm around me.

"it's a great thing! we can drink!" he throws his other arm around bobby. 

"alcholics," i chuckle.

"proud of you V.P., that took some balls," jax says.

"well, i do have more balls than all of you."

"you wish, love," tig kisses my head before running inside. jax and i stay behind, laughing as the bikers run inside, inevitably to the alcohol. 

"seriously, i'm proud of you."

"thanks, pres."

"that reminds me," he smiles, "i want you to take over. today proved that you could do it. you've been running this and the calaveras shit from the get-go, and you're doing a great job. the guys - and gals - listen to you. they respect you and they'll protect you. i want you to be president of this charter. you'll still be my number two because i'm taking over as president of the entire club. so, what do you say? you want to be president?"

my mouth falls open, "don't we need everyone else's opinion on this? and president of the whole club? what does that mean?"

"don't overthink this. we're having a meeting tonight to discuss this. but i need you to be sure you want this. do you want to be president?"

"of course i do. it's just...like you said, not everyone agrees with girls in the club. and honestly, they've got me doubting my skills too. are you sure i'm what's best for this club?"

"of course i am. i wouldn't have made you VP after ope stepped down if i didn't think you were made for this job. fuck them, y/n. if they don't fall in line they can get the fuck out. now c'mon, we've got some voting to do."

"thank you," i smile as we walk in the clubhouse. 

"you're welcome," he whispers to me, "hey, listen up!" he shouts over the loud chatter. "we've got a vote in five. big changes comin', be there. also, if you have a fucking problem with a girl being in this club, get the fuck out. we don't need a bunch of wimps in here. understood?"

"yes sir," they all answer - all but two.

"man, fuck this. women have never had a place in this club except for sucking dick. J.T. would be ashamed of this, jax," an older man says from the back. "me and my son are out of here."

"fuck you," i speak up, "my father would not be ashamed of his son or what he's built. fuck you for saying that. give me your cuts and guns and get the fuck out."

"or what? you gonna kick my ass?" wes snarls.

"exactly what i'll do," i cross my arms, stepping toward to the old man. "you've been here what, ten years? and you haven't even gotten a 'those of mayhem' patch? you won't be missed. get out, wes. now."

he glances at jax, "you heard her," jax says, "get out. give me your cut. and let me make this clear, if i ever see you ever again, i will burn that tattoo off of you and let my sister kill you. that understood?"

wes angrily storms out, pulling riley along with him. "wait, dad, i'm fine with it. i'm staying."

"riley, get your ass out here," he throws his cut in our direction, hitting chibs in the chest.