Page 117 of The Devil's Curve


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“Hey,” Steph said. “Thank you both for everything. The apartment. The nursery. The club being here. It’s…”

“Family,” Reese said.

“And you’re going to have to pay for all of that on your own,” Josie said.

“I know,” Steph said. “I’m going to figure it all out.”

“Right now, just feed the baby and smile,” Reese said.

They slipped out of the room and Reese couldn’t help but smile. Life could have taken a wicked turn weeks ago, but it didn’t. That was how the open road went. How freedom went. Going around each curve, you never knew what was waiting. An ambush. A tragedy in the making. Or just more open road.

And sometimes, life’s wildest curves had nothing to do with riding two wheels and steel.

Sometimes it was the stare of a woman… the way Josie looked at Reese in the hallway.

“What?” Reese asked.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Josie. I know that face…”

“I know you do. Give me your hand.”

Reese put his hand out and Josie’s face turned bright red. “I wanted to wait for this…”

“For what, sweetheart?”

Josie slipped something into Reese’s hand.

It felt like a pen or a marker.

Reese looked down and quickly realized what it was.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Uncle Reese…” Josie said with a laugh.“You’re going to be a father.”

* * *

Brett finishedhis smoke and flicked it to the ground. The glowing embers scattered away as he exhaled a breath of smoke. He stretched his neck and let the entire day wash off his shoulders. It was sometimes the only way to get through the days. He looked at the end of the lot at the gates and saw the two prospects standing there. They were probably bored out of their minds, but that was okay. Everyone had to start somewhere.

Feeling a little good about the day, Brett decided to get the grunts a beer. And he wasn’t going to piss in it and make them drink it either.

Back in the clubhouse, everyone was completely cutting loose. The only person missing was Reese. The VP was preoccupied with Josie and her family’s situation. Which was a good thing. Brett was happy that Steph and the baby were okay. That was something he had no control over. When Prez gave the orders toenforcethe MC, Brett and Jason were the two to do it. That meant by any means necessary.

After ordering three beers, Brett went back outside.

“Hey, Prez,” he said when he spotted Levi leaning against a pole.

“Brett. Triple fist?”

“Nah. I’m going to take the prospects a drink.”

“Try some coffee,” Levi said and gave a nod.

Brett looked and saw one of the prospects sitting on the ground.

He laughed. “Pulling those all-nighters is a bitch when nothing is going down.”

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