Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Well are you going to do whatever it is he said? I mean why did he send me that text? Why did he think you would protect me? Weren’t you his enemy?” Now she remembers this shit? Where was her sense of self-preservation before she ran her ass to my door?
“I don’t know, I didn’t know the fuck you tell me. You spent more time around him than I did. Was the old man off his nut?”
“My dad wasn’t crazy. He was the sweetest man I know.” I almost choked on the damn food in my mouth. She’s off her fucking nut too. That asshole was a murdering coldblooded fuck. We didn’t move in the same circles because I lived by a different creed. He had his shit I had mine, he thought because he was older that I should buckle under his rule, fuck that.
I went my way and started my own crew even when he did everything he could to stop that shit. He was my old man’s pal years ago, thought I should follow in their footsteps. I didn’t want any part of the shit he was into, and all my old man ever gave me was his blood, the rest he could keep.
Ma thinks he had something to do with the old man getting popped when she was like five months pregnant or some shit, fuck if I know. Whatever went down back then, she’d drilled that shit in my head so hard I’d made it my life’s mission to thwart that asshole at every turn.
That’s how I ended up with my own crew. There wasn’t much else to do in our fuck of a town. It was either join the MC or the army. I signed up for the reserves at eighteen and by twenty-one I was starting to get my crew together.
I was determined to be everything he wasn’t. I didn’t want any part of crime and all the other bullshit that came attached to the life. Instead I took guys off the street that had lost their way or was about to and turned that shit around.
I got them while they were young. The ones who wanted to be part of the life, who were fascinated by the whole biker persona but didn’t know the reality behind that shit. Some went to Drexel some came to me. The ones who came my way didn’t end up doing time behind bars the first year.
I had a shop; they learned everything there was about building bikes. At the end of the day they had something to show for their existence, their lives had meaning. They may have come to me broken and down on their luck, but by the time I was done with them, they were men of honor. I hadn’t lost one yet, not to the streets and not to the law.
We weren’t choirboys by a long shot. I just knew how to hide the bodies when it came to that. I put what I learned in the army to good use and trained my crew in warfare, ain’t a motherfucker this side of Mosul that can take me, or my boys.
When we’re not building bikes or opening a shop somewhere, we’re running security for somebody or the other. Mostly women who need to get away from abusive assholes before they kill them. That’s something else I picked up from ma.
One of the assholes in her past thought it was fun to use her as a punching bag. She hung around until he turned his sights on me, that’s when she left. Only said asshole followed and almost killed us both.
I’d heard the story enough times to know what the problem was. The shelter she’d sought solace in didn’t have the resources to keep us safe. She could stay for a couple weeks, but there was no job sourcing, no lawyers, nothing and no one to tell her how the fuck to get away from this asshole without him killing her or she putting one in him.
That’s when the sheriff got involved, sent the asshole packing and decided to keep us. But that’s a whole other story. It was because of these things in mine and my mother’s past that I am the man that I am. I’m hard when I need to be, but when it comes to women or their welfare, I don’t fuck around. That’s why this one is still here even though I know she’s more trouble than she’s worth and I’ve only known her a few hours.
She picked up the sandwich, almost absentmindedly and started to nibble. Her eyes had that faraway look people get when they’re lost in their head. Poor thing, if she wasn’t so pissy I’d almost feel sorry for her.
Her mother had been gone for a long time, since the kid could barely walk I think. Now she didn’t have a father. All alone in the world except for the assholes that just left here. And because her dad had lost his fucking mind in his old age…me.