Part of my parole is that I can’t fly any colors, which means that my kutte is staying in police lockup. It’s a fucked-up system, but it fucking is what it is, and I mean, it’s not like I need it any longer, anyway. They made that fucking apparent when the prick in here had caught me off guard, held me down, and peeled my tattoo off of my body, skin, and all. I woke up days later handcuffed to the bed at the ICU. The amount of blood I had lost before they found me on the bathroom floor, was appalling. Obviously, the one who did it wasn’t trained and cut too deep or, hell, it may be he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
I did, however, get to be a guinea pig in an experimental study… with wound closures. I got to spend lots of time in the hospital after that so they could watch my healing process; however, to look at the scars now, one would never know.
This isn’t my first time being locked up, but it by far is the longest… and also the most fucked up reasoning.
Put in prison by my own goddamn brothers. Four years for an armed burglary that they set me up for. If I ever fucking see them again, I will fold their spines like flip phones.
As I make my way down the hall, collecting my things, and moving towards the front. Not really sure how in the fuck I’m going to get home, or even where I am going to crash for the night.
The sun blinds me as I walk out of the prison. Squinting my eyes, I continue walking down the path leading me towards the security gate.The large metal doors slide open, and I see them sitting there.
“Uncle Ro!” The twins shout as they rush up to me. I laugh out, bending over and hugging them as I look up to see Ash and a very pregnant Caroline, my foster sister, standing by their truck. Shaking my head as I walk up to them and the boys trail behind me. I’ve watched the boys mostly grow up through visitations. Why the two of them felt the need to continuously come up and visit in the first place, I have no idea. Why they seem okay bringing the boys in here, I’ll never fucking understand. Maybe they’re just preparing them for when they will have to come visit Ash in here. Not that Ash is a bad guy, quite the opposite, but that’s just a part of this lifestyle. Hang out in it for too long and you’re going to end up behind bars at some point.
“Thanks.”
“Of course.” Caroline smiles as she leans up and hugs me. Seeing the success that she has had in her life makes me so damn proud of her. We clawed our way out of hell, and she left this place and became a law abiding citizen… yet, somehow, she ended up back here… in this life. But at least she found someone who would kill for her and their family that they are creating. One only has to watch how he looks at her and know that he will remove anyone who even thought about harming her. And I know for a fact that it wouldn’t be his first time doing so.
But honestly, I really shouldn’t be surprised that she ended up back in this life. She always molded to it so well. It fucking fit her; she didn’t have to fit in; she was this life. Maybe it’s my fucking fault for that, too. It was my ass that the 15-year-old was following out to the underground race circuit. In was my fucking circuit she helped me build and snuff out the rest of the competition.
“How’d you know that I was getting out today?”
“Chik called.” Ash tells me as I nod my head. The Midnight Syn set me up with Chik once I was arrested, makes sense that he would let them know about my release.
“You guys should leave, though. I have nowhere to go—”
“Stop.” Ash snaps at me, causing me to go quiet and infuriate me at the same time. “You can come back to the house with us.” I can’t help but find it humorous at the difference the years have made in our relationship. Recalling the exact statement he said before I went in about if I needed a place to stay, I could crash at the clubhouse but since I had fucked his wife, he felt like the house was too much for comfort.
It’s a complicated dynamic.
I sulk as I move to the truck and slide into the backseat between the car seats that the twins use. Feeling like I’m somehow sliding backwards, back to where I was before the club, before I thought I had a home. I am glad that they brought the twins up to see me while I was here. Caroline is like the only family that I have left. Even if it makes us a dysfunctional family.
I’m zoned out as both of the boys pass out when the truck stops, and I look up. “Why am I looking at a goddamn steeple, right now?”My bike in the parking lot starts to clear all of this up for me… but I know that they’re not this fucking stupid to bring me here after everything. The bike that remained at the clubhouse when I was hauled out. I’m somewhat surprised that J didn’t fucking take it over as well, just like the rest of my life.
“Come on.” Ash nods as both he and Care get out of the truck, exchanging seats. He stops her as she walks around and kisses her. They share a couple of words low enough that I can’t hear, always stuck in their own world, and he walks away from her, even without a smile on his face, You can sense the happiness that they both feel, radiating off of them. It’s disgusting.
“She’s not staying?” Asking him as he walks back up to where I’m standing and trying to conceal the bit of jealousy I feel.
“She’ll be back later. Unless she passes out at the house first she’ll head back up here after she gets the boys home.”
“Ya know, you guys having kids and you’re going to need to get a mini-van.” My joke causes him to laugh loudly next to me as we turn to walk up to the church. I don’t want to go, but I’m aware that I don’t really have a choice.
“To make her happy… I’ll drive around in a goddamn station wagon,” A smile spreads across his face as he stares off in the distance, as if he’s imagining the scene, light filling his face, “wood-paneling and all.” He looks back at me as he says it, half joking, but also completely serious.I shake my head as we start to walk up the few steps to the front door.
“Who’s all here?” I finally ask.
He smirks, nodding to the door in front of us.“Open it and find out.”
“I don’t really want to deal with this shit, tonight.” I tell him causing him to sigh loudly.
“Look, your club wanted to support you.”
“My club was the ones who turned on me.” I snap out, pissed off that they are all there behind this door.That somehow they convinced Ash and Caroline to get in on this.
“No,” Ash lowers his eyes, the motherfucker may only have a few inches on me, but when he glares something shifts in him, he grows darker, as if he’s about to let all his rage that he manages to keep at bay, explode. “Your corrupt-ass parent charter did…” he pauses again, sighing, and scrubbing his face with his hands. “Look, they were going to tell you, so fucking look surprised when they do. You refused to see most of them while you were in. They all left.”
“What?”
“They left—”
