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"Sit down, son," one guy with a black vest on says. I look around the table and notice they all have black vests, everyone except the bartender, Wilson, and me.
"What is it that Wilson told you about us?"
I look into the older man's steely blue eyes. "Not much, honestly. Just that you provide a place for guys like me."
Another man speaks up. "A wanderer? Is that what you are, kid?"
I shrug. "I'm just looking for my place. I'd be happy with a nice, cozy life. A beer, some friends, and a woman who loves me." As the last words escape my lips, I think about Cami. About how I left her all those years ago. We wrote back and forth for a while, but then she stopped responding. Or maybe my letters got lost, I'
m not sure. But it's not like when I came home I immediately went chasing after her. It's not like I drove by her old childhood home only to realize she doesn't live there anymore.
No, I don't do those things. I know she's moved on. She has every right to. And maybe the brotherhood is my chance to move on, too.
"We’re not your average biker gang and we’re not a true MC either. This isn’t shit you see on TV."
The men around the table all nod in unison. "But we do things, things that other people don't want the responsibility of. We take care of our town. And we sure as hell take care of the Brothers that are in it."
I nod understandingly. They're telling me that I might get hurt doing whatever it is that they do here. They're telling me to once again put others before myself, just like in the military. I know how to do that. I can take one for the team. This might be a good option for me after all.
"I understand. So what do I have to do? How do I get in?"
One of the men puts his hands up in protest. "Now you slow down there, son. We have to vote. And not with you here. But once we vote, we’ll be in touch, give you some tasks to do. Wilson will take you under his wing, since he invited you. Show you the ropes. Keep you focused on the end goal of becoming a member. Of becoming a Brother." They all raise their glasses at the last word. Clearly being a Brother is an honor. I like the sound of that.
The first man who spoke, the one with the blue eyes, stands up, and the rest of the men stand to match him. I get that the interview, however short, is over. He shakes my hand and gives me a small smile. I stand as well and grip his hand tightly to let him know that I'm serious about this. I want in. I take that as my cue to leave, and Wilson follows me out front to Lucy. I climb on and kick her into life.
"That was fucking great, man!" Wilson says, looking at me excitedly.
"Did it? Couldn't really get a good read on the old guys."
Wilson leans closer to me. "Last time, they didn't even let the guy sit down. They must've gotten a good vibe from you, or maybe it's because I talked you up." He laughs.
"Well, thanks for that, man. Hopefully you only told them the good stuff."
"Oh, definitely just the good stuff. And I might've mentioned that one party in high school where I think you did body shots off of the entire girls’ soccer team. That was epic! Just the type of shit that we do around here to stay relaxed.”
I laugh as he hits me on the back, and he walks back towards the bar. I put on my helmet and I think about where to go next. Do I drive past her house one more time?
No. I think it's time to let her go.
I have to let her go.
11
Cami
The smell of bacon wakes me up, and I reach over, realizing Ty isn't there. “Damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I pull on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I pull my hair up into a ponytail as I stomp down the hallway.
Julie is in the kitchen cooking, and Ty is sitting at the bar sipping his coffee. I kiss Ella on the head, and then I walk over to the coffee pot without so much as a word.
“Someone is a real grump without their coffee, aren't they?” Julie says, pointing the spatula at me.
I nod and roll my eyes as I climb on the bar stool beside Ty.
“So, Cam, I know this super private club downtown, I was hoping you would go with me,” she says.
“I don't know about that, I'm not really into the club scene. I’m a mom now, Jules,” I say.
As if on cue, Ella whines to go to the bathroom, and I send her, reminding her to wash her hands and flush. Glamorous mom life, party of one.
