The Vote

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"Yay." Opie smiled, as he draped his arm around my waist. Piney rolled his eyes, at the affection his son was giving me.

I don't know how I felt about Opie treating me this way, of course I wanted to be his friend.

But, he was being so sweet, and he couldn't keep his hands off me.

And Piney confirmed my suspicions, Opie still had feelings for me. That just adds to the drama of this whole deal.

"Yay." Piney nodded, then Bobby, the man who slept with my mother, agreed, adding in his own "Yay."

"Nay." A man I didn't recognize said. He was a littler older than me, and had dark raven hair.

I'd definitely make a note of that.

Whether to thank him, or kick his a*s, I'm not sure of yet.

I heard a few more people decline. One, was a guy I recognized as Chibs. I'd met him once or twice. I guess I didn't make a good enough impression though.

The other was a guy I didn't recognize at all, was bald, and had the deepest voice I'd ever heard.

"Yay." Said a young, smoking hot, Puerto Rican man. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

He had the prettiest brown eyes. I bit my lip, and blushed.

Opie, must've noticed the way we were looking at each other, because he lowered his hand, from my waist, into my back pocket.

I looked up at him, confused. He smiled softly.

"We should talk later." He whispered.

I didn't reply, there wasn't much to say.

"No." I heard Jax say.

Me and Opie were equally confused. I know me and Jax weren't close. But we'd known each other for years. I thought he'd want me here.

But I guess I was wrong.

Now, it was all up to Clay. Maybe I wouldn't make the club after all.

Clay looked at me, and smiled softly.

"Your dad, Otto Delaney, meant a lot, and still means a lot to this club. He's done so much for SAMCRO. And he's been to hell and back for us. So if he wants his daughter in this club, then you can bet your a*s he's gonna it. My answer is yes."

He stated, before hitting the gavel. And just like that, I was a prospect in SAMCRO.

This was either the best thing, or the worst.

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