Lockdown has officially been lifted, and club business has slowly started to continue. I’m back at work and have been asked to be the principal. I haven’t accepted yet. Things feel weird knowing Bull is in the hospital blocks away. We might get a call he is breathing on his own, we may get one we’re all scared we are going to get. That our leader has passed.

I’m still at the club because I’m terrified of being alone, and Zane refuses to leave the club. He’s taking his role as vice president very seriously.

“How is your nose?” He runs the pad of his finger down the crook of my nose, the simple touch tickling.

“Good.” I shrug. My pinky is having a really difficult time healing. I can’t use it.

“That looks really bad.” Piper looks at my finger like she might puke.

“Hey, baby girl.” Saint flirts from across the bar. Piper gives him a look, and Zane’s shoulders tense. If the brothers or Ol’ Ladies saw Piper and Saint playing games like they are, I wonder if they would threaten them with a bullet or let it slide now that Zane and I are together?

Bobby sits next to us at the bar with a bowl of cereal. Anahi must be at the hospital with Dani checking on Bull as Bobby with cereal in the morning is not something you see often. Bobby and Zane have been cordial with each other, which is a blessing. Bull’s still in the same condition from what I heard. On life support at the hospital. I’ve seen him a few times, and it kills me to see someone so strong, so vulnerable, fighting for his life. The sound of machines breathing for him, the smell of antiseptic overwhelming. I pray for him and kiss him on the cheek before I leave. There are flowers all over his room, but the darkness and sadness that loom over that room are no match for some roses.

The doors to the club open and everyone’s head turns hoping it’s news on Bull.

It’s Anahi. She’s wearing black again. A sharp black dress and heels, with a big black floppy hat. She’s worn black since the night she found out about Bull, she’s been sad and taken aback by it. Much like we all have. Her hair is down and she has on no makeup. Dark glasses cover her swollen eyes from crying. We’ve all tried to be there for her, but she’s a mess. She has the right to be. She only wants her son Maverick, who has run away last I heard. We all have gone out looking for him, but there’s no word on where he is. He’s a lost soul without his father.

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Anahi stops after taking a few steps inside the club, swiping the glasses off her face and looking amongst everyone. Her throat bobbing as if she’s preparing herself for what she’s about to say.

“Enough of this,” she begins, her tone stronger than she looks. “Bull wouldn’t want this!” she hollers, and everyone outside and inside gathers to hear her.

Zane wraps his arms around me as we listen. Bull might be down, but his queen still speaks for the club.

“Bull has been having some heart problems for a while, and we have talked about what would happen if something like him having a heart attack might happen. He wants the club to go on, and not to wait on him. I am choosing to keep him on life support, as I have hope for him. For us. That being said, it’s time for a new age; for change!”

Everyone starts whispering, the idea of change and moving on without him not appealing in the least.

“This is what Bull wants, he said it himself!” she informs the crowd, making us all quiet again. “We will thrive stronger than ever and make Bull proud by doing what he wants. This is his home, brothers, and you are his legacy.”

Her eyes fall to Zane and I look at him. He’s been on and off about taking the Vice President’s patch. He thinks he doesn’t deserve it and has been living the last few days as a prospect. Zane glances at me, and I rub his shoulder.

“This is what he wants,” I inform him, wanting him to see this is Bull’s wish. Zane finally stands, and he looks taller than he ever has and he’s ready for the job. Zane is his legacy, the blood of the Devil driving him forward. Nothing can stop him now.

Saint and Rad take a step next to Zane, lifting their chin. Their loyalty honorable.

“Every Devil is his legacy,” Zane confirms, and I pull him close. I’m so proud of him.

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“The Devil’s Dust goes on…” Zane whispers, and then everyone cheers.