When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, hooked up to some monitors, and the other members of Legends MC were sitting around playing cards in their cuts.
“Thanks for joining us, asshole,” Uncle said.
“How you feeling?” Vladdy asked as I looked down to see an IV needle stuck in me.
“Like shit. Get me the hell out of here.”
“You have to take insulin now,” Mac said, and boy, that awestruck respect he always had as the newest recruit had really dissipated since what I had said about Polly.
But since I was pissed at myself, I couldn’t complain.
“Boss, I don’t think I can take seeing your ass in that hospital gown anymore,” Fizz put in, and I snorted.
“Appreciate you coming. Asparagus too.”
“Course,” Uncle said. “We take care of Legends.”
He gave me a flinty-eyed look, and I knew exactly what he meant.
If—no,when—I got Polly back, she was going to be a full-fledged part of Legends. None of this bullshit about being a club bunny. Nope, she was my ol lady and the only one I ever wanted.
And when I got her back, I wasn’t going to be such a miserable fucking bastard anymore.
After Dr. Sharma had given me a prescription and told me I had to give up smoking and drinking if I wanted to make it to 60, I was released from the hospital.
The first thing I did on the way home was stop by a paint shop and an arts and crafts store.
Then I called a club meeting.
We sat around a circle as Mac handed around some print-outs from the new computer.
“My primary priority right now is getting Polly back.”
Vladdy grunted.
“Don’t look at me. I don’t know shit about women.”
“You should’ve known better than to perform for your goddamn idiot brother,” Unc said unsympathetically.
“I know, I know. I was a jackass. I need ideas now.”
“Prez, it says here women like it when men are in touch with their feelings,” Mac put in.
“Do you even have feelings?” Fizz snorted.
“Shut up. Obviously, I have feelings.”
There was silence for a moment.
Fizz coughed.
“Such as?”
For a minute, I bit my tongue. This shit did not come easily to me. Feelings and shit were not exactly prioritized when I’d been growing Legends from a small club under my father’s drunken mismanagement to the most respected MC in the region.
But I could either go my whole life having two feelings: “pissed” and “horny,” or I could sack the fuck up and work on this basic shit for Polly.
“Maybe you could practice having them,” Mac put in.
