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“Check your email. Your flight leaves in the morning.”
Ending the call, Tad clenched his jaw. In the back of his mind, he knew it’d happen one day. He always had that tingling feeling that he would become a Macha member. His mother begged him to stay away while his father urged him to patch. Both were dead, so it didn’t matter what he did now.
After feeding Macha intel over the last five years, it was time to return to his roots. He’d make better decisions compared to his father’s. He was sure of it.
Turning on his motorcycle, he stuffed his phone in a pocket and headed the two blocks home. Lorcan was right. He didn’t have a life here. At least not one he would miss.But I won’t end up like my old man. When I find the woman I love, I’ll protect her instead of sending her away.
Doc
Six Months Later
The bright Junesun pierced Doc O’Brien’s eyelids. He winced, cursing the unshaded window. Rolling over, his arm landed on a warm body. Popping open his eyes, he smirked. Two bodies, to be exact.He withdrew his arm and the blondes cuddled close to each other. His cock tempted him to stay put and wake up the club nymphs for another round, but his parched throat won out.
He slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His black leather cut sat on the dresser, the freshly added patch summoning pride from the depths of his belly. They’d celebrated his patching into Macha the night before, and he couldn’t wait to start in on the day.
Doc yanked on a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt before donning the cut and slipping from the room. He pushed back his blond hair to the left side of his head and walked into the communal bathroom. No one greeted him, and when he caught sight of the time on the clock above the sinks, he realized why. It wasn’t yet nine, and after partying all night, it’d be miraculous if anyone woke before noon.
He relieved his bladder, difficult with a hard-on but not impossible. He’d find release with a nymph or two later. Now he had to find a cure for the drumming in his skull and dry throat.
He staggered to the kitchen. Beer bottles were strewn everywhere, a few prospects passed out on the cool floor. He stepped over them and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Only after chugging the whole thing did he feel remotely better. He snagged three more bottles and moved toward the back room. It was dark, quiet, and empty. Just what his hungover ass needed.
Slouching onto the couch, Doc flipped on the television and rolled his eyes at the porn from the last user.Dumbass prospects.He found a history channel and let the commentary fill the space.
Life in Macha wasn’t what he expected.It’s better.
The first few months sucked being a prospect, but he’d earned his place. The late winter storm helped secure his role as Doc in Macha MC. The horrific motorcycle accident on the mountain path was caused by black ice. He’d been at the tail end of the pileup and remained unscathed. Using his paramedic background, he managed to save Boulder from losing an arm and patch the members up before the ambulance arrived. Then and there, he knew his prospect days were numbered.
“Basking in the glory of brotherhood?” a voice teased behind him.
Doc turned his head and spotted Hawk. The shirtless man looked as sober as him, which wasn’t saying much. “More like trying not to barf on the couch.”
Hawk lit a cigarette and inhaled. “I know the feeling.”
He sat next to Doc and rested his head on the back of the couch. Cigarette smoke swirled around them. Despite knowing the effects of smoking, Doc didn’t condemn his new brother. They all had vices. Hawk’s was cigs. Doc’s was women—nymphs more specifically.
“How’s it feel to wear the patch, Doc?”
“Better than being a prospect.”
Hawk chuckled and flicked his ash in an empty coffee can on the table beside the couch. “Anything’s better than that.”
They sat in the cool room, the AC rumbling out low temperatures. Out of all the Macha members, Hawk was the one Doc got along with best. They both enjoyed whiskey and fast women.Hell, everyone here does.But Hawk was the first to show Doc any form of friendship. He’d never forget it either. He’d do anything for Macha.
Doc smirked.Something I never thought I’d say.
“That was some party.” Hawk inhaled deeply, the orange glow from the cigarette showing his face.
Doc thought back over the endless drinking, laughing, and initiation. “It was very fun. I think I’ll like being Macha full time.”
“Aw, poor baby can’t spend all your free time at the clinics anymore,” Hawk teased.
Instead of replying, he just shrugged. He’d find time to volunteer at the free clinics in Snowshoe. It felt good to give back when he could. His uncle—and club president—didn’t mind and in fact encouraged community work from the MC. Most merely gave money, but Doc preferred time.
“You smell like perfume.”
Doc lifted his arm and sniffed. Sure enough, it reeked of nymph. “Yeah, I need to shower. Just waiting for the room to stop spinning.”
“How many this time?”
