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Elle held it up and read it, “So your soul can soar.”
A hot cocoa mug clattered to the ground behind me.
Fuckers.
Elle’s eyes welled. “Oh, Lynx. Like the night we had sex on your bike.”
“My man,” said a relieved biker.
I told Elle, “That’s right. So you can remember the stars. Look.” I clicked a button, turning on the string of lights I had stuffed into the decorated bottle.
Hisses broke out, and one biker cried, “I can’t take it. Fucking stars in a bottle? Somebody save my VP.”
Looking so happy it made my heart soar, too, Elle kissed me. “This is the best gift ever.”
Best. Gift. Ever. I faced my men as if to say ‘top that, fuckers’, only to see them all cringing as if I’d grown tits.
I snarled, “Zip it.” Then sat back down and smiled at my Old Lady. “Precious is gonna sing us a song.”
Someone mumbled, “Fucking Christmas carols now?”
Whack! Someone smacked him before I had the chance to yell again.
Then… she began to sing.
The room fell quiet.
The song was “Heavenly Day” by Patty Griffin, the same artist she sang to me at the Saltbone of Ocean City’s compound. The song she sang there was heartbreaking but so true to her life.
This song? The next chapter of her life…
Fucking beautiful.
As she shared lyrics about the smile on my face and how she lived only to see it, all heads swiveled to me. Expecting more lip from these assholes, I was pleasantly surprised when every man grabbed his chest.
Yeah, to hurt a club, you fuck with their family. But to love their family makes the club even stronger.
As they all gazed back at Elle with absolute adoration in their eyes, my heart sighed.
Feel me now, boys?
By the end of the song, I even saw two bikers using the corners of their throw blankets to dab under their eyes.
She’s going to pussify us all. Jesus H. Christ. I caught a glimpse of the nativity scene set up under the tree. Oh, sorry, baby Jesus.
PART THREE
“Sacrificing oneself is an act that can be considered heroic… or a death sentence, for many.”
~ Precious
Chapter twenty-six
Fearing the Worst
Precious
I can’t tell you what it was like to have a normal healthy home as I never had such a thing, but I can tell you what it is like to live with bighearted bikers. Okay, so they weren’t bighearted to everyone, like at all, but they stood by my road name. Especially after I won them over with…
