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Mabel forces a soft smile before looking at Ops. “She does, but we’re all keeping a close eye on her.”
Her words pique my interest. “Oh?”
Ops shoots her a glare, almost as if he’s quietly trying to silence her, but Mabel continues. “Yeah, she was shot on Halloween, and since then, her mood has been a bit different. She’s a little more jaded.”
I remember the first time I met her. She was trying to buy drugs, but Hammer and I intervened.
I’ll stand by the fact she was a little more innocent, but there was a bit of darkness in her eyes.
Since seeing her in Los Angeles, I can honestly say there is a difference. The darkness is more obvious in my eyes.
Breaker’s voice booms through the clubhouse. “Ops’, come here!”
Ops and Mabel walk off, leaving me by myself.
Things here are so much different than in Mexico.
Our charter is still in the beginning stages of being formed, so it’s quiet as hell there.
Here, the brothers are starting to settle down and having families, and I’d be lying if I said these sorts of changes would make me happy.
Sure, I’d love a good woman at my side at some point, but I doubt I’d be ready for children anytime soon.
I pull out my phone, tapping away on my screen.
I haven’t checked in with Amara since I arrived in LA, so I need to take the opportunity to do so now.
After being on the road for so long, I saw my fair share of MC presidents.
There weren’t many times I saw women presidents, but I’m glad for the change. Amara’s a damn good one too.
She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t need a man there to hold her hand and coddle her through life.
She’s strong and capable, and while she’s with Dante, anyone can tell they both have alpha mentalities.
I’m glad to finally have a home, one where I feel like I truly belong.
Being a nomad had its perks, but at thirty-nine, I’m ready to calm down a little bit.
I continue to watch the scene unfold around me, seeing the women chat together, watching as Shiloh walks off toward the stairs and the guys shooting pool together.
Soon enough, our charter is going to look like this, and that makes me happy.
Overall, I’m lucky to be part of the Reapers Rejects MC, especially in the beginning like this.
As the years pass, it will only mean my seniority and respect within the club will grow.
I take another sip of whiskey, my gaze drifting back over to Oakleigh.
Hammer’s since gotten up and left, likely following his wife upstairs.
Oakleigh might not know it, but she and the other club kids are the future. When all of us are dead and gone, they’ll keep the club running, and so will the prospects.
I suppose that’s why I finally decided to pick a spot to land.
I want to be a part of something great, and with the Reapers Rejects, I have the opportunity to do that.
Things are changing in my life, but it isn’t a bad thing.
