When Chaos took him on as a recruit and he found out that Rush was a recruit with him—and remembered the guy, knowing he was Tack’s son, Rush being the kid Joker used to watch with his father at the garage—he didn’t think he’d like him.

Joker knew it was jealousy, but he didn’t care. The guy had everything worth anything all his life, and Joker had none of that shit.

It didn’t take long for him to learn to like him. Rush was solid. He was smart. He was loyal to his brothers. He loved his sister and had the balls to show how much. Same with his dad, even if they butted heads. Same with his stepmom and half-brothers. He could be funny. He was honest, spoke his mind, was an alert, aware, prepared partner when they were on patrol, and he was an excellent wingman when they were out and Joker was in the mood for a fuck that didn’t happen against the wall of an alley.

Shy was one of Tack’s lieutenants. He’d been a full member longer than Joker or Rush. He was a lot like Tack, which was a lot like Rush. Loved his Club, loved his brothers, loved his woman, and not in that order. Tabitha Allen Cage came first for her husband Parker “Shy” Cage. The road to full member included eating a lot of shit from the brothers, cleaning up puke and other crap that was even more vile, stocking shelves in the store, proving loyalty and smarts on patrol, and learning Chaos history.

Shy hooking up with the one and only Chaos princess was not popular. You could fuck whatever pussy you wanted, as much as you wanted, take any old lady you wanted, treat her like you wanted, it was your business.

But you didn’t do that to family.

Shy wasn’t just fucking her, though, and the rock resting against the band she had on her finger proved it. It got to the point where it was almost her or his brothers. He made it clear if it got to that point, he picked her.

It was a surprise decision. But it being Tabby, the brothers made it clear it was the right one.

Joker made it to them, leaned into the bar, and put his shot glass down.

Shy filled it up.

“Thanks, brother. Won two large on you tonight,” Rush muttered.

Shy jerked up his chin. “And I added to my stash for Tab’s next set of earrings.”

Joker said nothing. He just shot the tequila.

It felt good his brothers bet on him, but then again, they’d be stupid not to. He’d been on the underground circuit a long time, well before Chaos. Had a stash of cash in a safe in his room in the Compound that he’d been adding to for years, all earned fighting.

He never lost.