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Lately, all I do is drink and sit around on my ass, feeling sorry for myself.
Some would probably say I’m depressed, adrift and rudderless with no land in sight. Maybe they would even be right. My brothers don’t think it’s normal to be twenty-two and celibate, but I have zero interest in dating. I’d rather get my ass kicked by a pro MMA fighter every day, rather than go through the misery of a broken heart again.
Which is what led me to the current idea I’m trying to share with the table – a purpose.
“I know that we’re still in need of a few more prospects, quality men who will be loyal, dependable, that kind of thing,” I start. “There are some guys I met in the army, you know, like me, who are still unemployed with no direction. I think they would make great prospects. Not to mention that the MC usually has connections in every town. They know people, have some pull, so they could maybe also help with finding employment too…”
“So, you want to offer prospect positions to unemployed vets?” Remy asks.
“Yes. Mostly ones that are single. Nothing against married or committed men, but the single guys are the ones I think would benefit most from being part of a group again, you know?”
“Turn loners into brothers?” Hugo asks from across the table.
“Exactly.”
“I think it’s a good idea,” Hugo instantly agrees. “I need a prospect and haven’t had any luck finding one around here.”
“Same, since RJ stole mine,” Colt replies.
“Dude, you made me take Jordan!” RJ reminds him.
“So, if we took a vote, you all would be for it?” I ask.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Remy says.
“I have a prospect, so my vote probably doesn’t count,” RJ remarks. “But if I didn’t, I would be on board too.”
“Do you think I should ask the mother chapter to see what they say?” I ask Remy.
“Since their prez and several members are former military, I’m sure they would support it,” my older brother responds. “Where did you come up with the idea?”
“Just something I’ve been thinking about. I know we would have to find the money to pay for it, but that’s something I’ll worry about later on,” I explain. “How do I contact the Fury brothers?”
“We can do a call on speaker phone if you want,” Remy offers.
“Okay. Just give me a few days to figure out how to explain it better.”
“Sure. Just tell me when you’re ready and what our chapter can do to help.”
“Thanks,” I reply, unable to believe that it went so smoothly, far better than I hoped. I half expected Colt or Remy to point out some obvious flaw I was missing. My older brothers were good at making me feel dumb.
Damn, I guess I might actually be starting up a nonprofit, all thanks to Lyla Perry.
CHAPTER THREE
Lyla
“Where’s Daddy? We can’t eat dinner until he gets here!” Laurel whines as she paces in the entryway of the restaurant while I sit on a bench, eating a roll. Her frantic fingers work nonstop, stroking her frizzy red locks hanging over her shoulder. She’s burned the strands into submission tonight to try and erase her natural curls. I know because we unfortunately have the same hair type. It only has two settings – curly or ultra-frizzy. There’s no in-between despite how badly my sister wants smooth, straight hair.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” our grandmother consoles her while checking her cell phone screen again. “All he told me was that there was club business that couldn’t wait. You know how it is…”
“What’s more important than my rehearsal dinner?”
What indeed.
“Maybe it’s for the best.” I take another big bite out of the fluffy roll I’ve been snacking on as I watch her hysterics. Whenshe scowls at me, I swallow it and add, “For the best if you and the rest of the wedding party skip a meal before your big day.”
Laurel blinks her fake lashes at me in confusion. “Why would we do that? I spent weeks choosing the menu…”
