Patched And Owned

The next morning, the compound woke up different. Word had spread fast about the warehouse raid. The Reapers were quiet — too quiet — but the Steel Titans were buzzing. Brothers clapped me on the back as I walked through the main room. Diamond and the club girls gave me respectful nods instead of smirks. Even Marco, still locked in the infirmary, looked shaken when I passed. But none of that mattered as much as the man walking beside me. Colossus had barely slept. His hand stayed glued to my lower back, thumb stroking slow circles like he needed constant proof I was still breathing. Viper called everyone together at noon. The entire club gathered in the main room. Tables pushed aside. A brand-new leather vest lay folded on the bar — black, beautiful, with fresh patches already sewn on