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“Uh, sure, I guess,” Becca said.
“Did you like being a corporate attorney?”
“I don’t know,” Becca said, a little surprised at the question. “I liked… I liked being good at it, you know? And I was good at it, I really was… I’ve always been good at making friends with people, figuring out what they wanted, negotiating…. I liked being good at something. How that felt. And now it’s all gone.”
“It would be nice if the only challenges that life sent our way were the ones that we chose,” Boomer said. “But we get what we get, and all any one of us can do is to handle what’s been put in front of them. Right now, this is what has been put in front of you.”
Becca shook her head. “Are you, like, a giant Yoda or something?”
“You call my son Chewie, now I’m a giant Yoda,” Boomer said. “You must be a real Star Wars fan.”
“I mean, I dressed up as Princess Leia in the slave girl gold bikini a couple times for Halloween, but that was mostly just to get the boys’ attention,” Becca said.
“I see.”
“Plus, you have to learn to speak a lot of Nerd to do what I do.”
Boomer raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised how many lawyers and corporate execs are super deep into Star Wars,” Becca said. “So if you want to understand their references and speak on their terms, you’d better be aware of all that stuff.”
“You’re a lot like your sister, Becca,” Boomer said with a smile.
Becca snorted. “Not really. She’s always all put together and on point. I’m a hot mess wrapped in a dumpster fire.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t think that’s true at all. I think you’re more than meets the eye, just like Kate. You really impress me.”
“I impress you?” Becca said. “Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. You stood your ground in there, with men who no doubt terrify you down to your core.”
“That last part is true,” she said. “You are all pretty scary. No offense.”
“None taken,” Boomer said. “But even as intimated as you were, you stood your ground and stuck to your moral convictions. Not only that, but you’ve taken it on yourself to put your safety at risk so as to keep to those convictions and prevent violence. That takes guts. Real guts.”
“I just… I thought I was just being stubborn.”
“Pretty much the same thing, sometimes, don’t you think?” he said.
“I… yeah, I guess so,” Becca said. “What’s his deal, anyway?”
“Who, Ripper?”
“God, with these names. Yeah, Ripper.”
“He’s a throwback,” Boomer said. “One of the old guard.”
“Throwback?” Becca said.
“To an older, more violent time in our club’s history. A lot of clubs aren’t like our MC.”
“How so?” she said.
“Well, a lot of them cook meth, for starters,” Boomer said. “Or run heroin for drug cartels out of Mexico. Or both.”
“But not you?”
“We won’t touch that stuff,” he said. “Weed, that’s fine, but nobody gets hurt with that. Crystal, Oxy, heroin, fentanyl, all those drugs are life enders. Life ruiners. They’re a cancer that eats a society out from the inside. And we don’t want our home getting rotted out from within. So we keep that out.”
