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Sometimes I find it hard to believe we started with the twelve of us. Now we have thirty-one people in the club, not including Starla or Meghan.
If someone would have told us years ago we would have settled down in one spot, we'd tell them they were crazy. We were happy on the open road, stopping in Tallahassee every once in a while so Fenrir could see his kids.
When his ex-wife died, everything changed and the club did with it. There wasn't any way in hell we were going to let our VP leave the club because we couldn't put some roots down. He needed our support during that difficult time, and the kids did too.
"You know, all these little ones are gonna be grown before we know it. Then they'll be leading the club," Logi speaks up, motioning toward Fenrir's kids and Everly. Hell, even the newborns will grow up in the bat of an eye.
Runes nods, "Yeah, they will. It's hard to believe Tor is prospecting,"
I take a sip of my beer, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through me. The music pumps through the clubhouse, mixing with the laughter and chatter of my brothers. It's nights like these that remind me why I love being a part of this club, this family.
As I listen to Logi and Runes talk about the future, about how the children will one day step into our shoes, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. We've built something here, something more than just a motorcycle club. We've built a legacy that will outlive us all.
It will be like our allies clubs. Look at the Reapers Rejects MC in Montana. There are three generations of Monroe men leading the charge. It started with Boone, and then with Fist, and now Zane is the president. Our club will be like that, with our blood flowing generation after generation.
Tor, the newest prospect in our club and Runes' eldest son, sits quietly nearby, his eyes filled with determination. He's eager to prove himself, to earn his place among us. At first he felt like he had a birthright, got a little cocky with it, and thought he shouldn't have to do certain tasks others have.
It feels like just yesterday when he was a wide-eyed kid hanging around the clubhouse, trying to soak up everything we had to teach him.
"Tor's got potential," I say, joining in on the conversation. "He's got the fire in him, just like we did when we were his age."
Logi raises an eyebrow at me and grins. "Yeah, but let's hope he doesn't fuck up as much as we did. We were hellions."
We all chuckle at that, memories flooding back of our wilder days. The road was our home back then, and we took risks without a second thought. But now, with families and responsibilities, things have changed. We've evolved as men and as brothers.
Fenrir joins us and takes a seat at the couch across from us. "That's putting it lightly you know," he grins.
"We weren'tthatbad," I quip.
Fenrir chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, Magnus, you've always had a talent for underestimating just how wild we were back then. Remember that time in Flagstaff? We had half the town on lockdown with our antics."
The memories flood back, and I can't help but laugh along with the rest of the guys. Those were the days, when the open road was our playground and the world was ours for the taking. We were young and invincible, or so we thought.
Logi raises his beer bottle in a mock toast. "To the reckless days of our youth. May they forever live on in infamy."
We all clink our bottles together and drink to that, relishing in the camaraderie and brotherhood that has kept us together through thick and thin. The music blares, drowning out the rest of the world as we reminisce about old times.
But as the night wears on and the stories become bolder, a thought nags at the back of my mind—the legacy we've built and the responsibility it brings. Sure, we were wild back then, but we also made mistakes along the way. Mistakes that could have cost us everything.
Tor's eyes flicker with anticipation and suddenly I notice he's been eavesdropping on us. He's eager to prove himself, to embody the spirit of this club that runs through his veins. He isn't just Runes' son and he has every intention on proving he deserves to be here more than the other prospects. But, I can't help but wonder if he truly understands what it means to carry that weight on his shoulders.
I wonder if he'll end up inheriting the club like Fist and Zane did from their fathers. Could Tor be the president in twenty years time, or will someone else within the club take that role?
"Runes," I say, turning to him. "I know this might be a bit off topic, but have we thought about pulling more prospects into the club? The youngest member we have is Aesir, and then there's Regnor, Geirolf, and Tor. We're going to need more brothers among the ranks as the years pass,"
Runes nods, "Yes. I've given it a lot of thought. Next year we'll put some feelers out that we're accepting prospects. I have an idea to tell some of our allies in case they have men who are interested."
Aesir comes over and sits down next to Fenrir, laughing. "I know there isn't any way in hell you're suggesting some of them leave their clubs and come here."
Runes raises both of his brows and blinks a few times. He's completely silent and there's a tick in his tone. "No, I wasn't. I'm suggesting that if they have children who are at least eighteen, who want to join a club they'd have another option. I'm thinking about the kids who like the lifestyle, but who don't like the idea of prospecting the club their parents are in, they have another option."
Runes is making a good point. There has to be a lot of club kids who appreciate the lifestyle, but don't want to be under close eye of their parents. They don't have the freedom to figure out who the fuck they are with their parents constantly looming around.
To grow into a responsible adult you have to fuck up from time to time, act like a damn fool, and go through the trenches life throws your way.
I take another sip of my beer, contemplating Runes' suggestion. It's true, not all club kids are cut out for prospecting in their parents' club. They deserve the opportunity to pave their own path, make their own mistakes, and learn from them just like we did.
"Sounds like a solid plan," I say, nodding in agreement. "We've got connections with clubs all over the country. It wouldn't hurt to reach out and let them know that we're open to accepting prospects from allied clubs."
