by Vivian Gray
Silas stared at Stone for a moment, unable to process the words. He must have heard wrong. There was no way… “What?”
“You heard me. You’re the new prez.”
He blinked once. Then again. “Stone—”
“I know what you’re gonna say.” Stone paused, drawing a breath. “And I don’t want to hear it. You’re the best man for the job. The decision is final.”
Silas stood in stunned silence. It hadn’t even registered, amongst the sadness and anger, that Stone would be thinking about his replacement. The enormity of this choice came crashing down around Silas. He wasn’t a new recruit, but there were plenty of other older guys who had been here since Stone got their chapter started back in the eighties. Why not one of them?
Silas clamped his mouth shut. A strange lurch of pride and confusion made his vision go fuzzy at the edges.
“The rest of the guys will understand,” Stone said after a moment. “They’ll agree with me.”
Silas finally nodded, his throat tightening. Why had he asked his daughter to be here to ruin this special moment? He glanced up at her, almost a glare, and found her watching him intensely.
“Now the last thing.” Stone coughed into his fist, grimacing. “Involves both of you.”
Silas drew a breath and held it, a niggle of worry in his gut. This didn’t seem promising.
“Consider this my deathbed wish.” Stone offered a rueful smile. “I need to protect my Jessa from the Wicked Spawn. You two…” He coughed, a little bit of blood on his lip. “You two need to get married.”
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