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“You should go for it,” I say while jumping off the bench. Just as my boot hits the bottom step, his words stop me.
“I love you more than anything, baby girl.”
I smile at him. “Just because you love me that much, doesn’t mean you can’t love someone else too.”
I hear his chuckles as I stomp up the stairs.
By the time I eat and finish my nightly routine, I am exhausted.
Laying down in my large bed, I glance over to the photo collage I have hanging on the wall. Most of them are ones my Nana took. We always told her she needed to do something with her photography, but she always said it was just a hobby, not something she wanted as a job.
The one picture standing out right now is a picture of me and Ringer, taken a few weeks before he got arrested. I was 15, and he was around 23. We were having a cookout with another local club. Ringer had his arm slung over my shoulder, both of us smiling wide as Nana snapped the picture.
Rolling away from my photo wall, I face the window and drift asleep thinking of memories that are just that. Memories.
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Ringer
Poundingon the cell door snaps my attention towards the guard's face in the small window. “Let’s go, Mack!” the officer’s voice booms.
I lift my heavy body off of the thin mattress for what I am hoping is the last damn time. I walk backwards to the door and place my hands behind my back so he can reach in and cuff my wrists.
“Not this time, Mack.” I turn towards the officer and see he is giving me a warm grin.
The cell door lock clicks and the heavy door slides open. “Let’s get you out of this shit hole. I better not see you back here,” Officer Daniels exclaims.
“I hope not, sir,” I grunt.
Officer Daniels guides me down corridors until we are finally at receiving and I sign paper after paper for my release.
The gray haired woman at the desk hands me a paper sack of belongings after I scribble my John Hancock on the last document.
“Get changed, Mack. You’re a free man now.” Officer Daniels extends his hand. I clasp it in mine and give a firm shake. Grabbing the bag, I head into the small bathroom. Inside is a pair of worn jeans, a plain white T-shirt, boots, and my wallet.
After changing, I step out of the bathroom, and the woman gestures towards the door. Once at the door, I hesitate for a moment. The second I step outside, I’m a free man.Free.I have been waiting for this day for over eight years.
Pushing the door open, I step out and jog across the street to whoops and hollers. Looking up, I see a few of my brothers behind my bike with wide grins on their faces.
“Ringer!” they all shout in unison.
At the front of the group is Ghost, the president of our MC and my big brother. Next to him is our pops, Bones. I jog over to them and they both engulf me in a tight embrace.
“Glad to have you out, kid,” Dad grunts with a throat full of emotion.
“Glad to be out of that shithole, Pops.” Turning towards Ghost, I notice something black in his hands. My cut.
A wide smile breaks across my face as I take the leather from him. Shrugging it over my shoulders, I am immediately calmed with the heavy feeling. One by one, my brothers pull me into back-patting hugs and offer their congratulations.
“I appreciate all the love, brothers. But I’m ready to feel my baby purrin’ between my legs.”
Ghost laughs behind me and tosses me the keys to my Harley.
Throwing my leg over my baby, I find my sunglasses perched on the handlebars. Fuck yes. Ghost is the best fucking brother.
Nothing could wipe the smile off of my face today. It’s Saturday, so I know there has to be some sort of party going on tonight. A long ride to the clubhouse on my bike, an ice cold beer, pussy, and my bed are all I can think about right now.
I wait for the rest of the guys to load up before pulling out onto the highway. I normally wouldn’t be leading the line, but when a brother is released from the pen, he gets to lead the way home. Ghost pulls up next to me at the red light and we catch eyes. He and I smile wide at each other. “Good to have you out, brother,” he yells over the loud rumble of all the bike pipes.
