We'd been lying that way now for hours, I think, talking. He'd told me more things about his life before, about his daughter, and I'd told him about Ben. I'd told him about my life before. The life I had back in Burma, with my family. Before I was taken. "I meant what...
"We talked about it before, Crunch." I sat down across from him at the table. "Leaving the club." He nodded. "Is that what you want to do?" "I don't know," I said. "I'd do it for her, though. We could finally give it a real go. They think we're dead, you know? Maybe this really could be a ...
West Bend was the kind of small town you see in movies, with a downtown that looked like it had been transplanted straight out of the fifties. By all appearances, it was a quaint little place, the kind of place where nothing bad happened. If you were just visiting West Bend, one of the tourist...
Hell, it was fucking funny. Killian wasn't exactly a slight guy - he was a roughneck and intimidating as hell to most people. Of course, the four of us together probably were pretty intimidating. "Glad you're here, man," Silas said, clapping an arm...
Did I just say yes? The logical part of me tells me I should tell him no. Except I'm standing here like I've developed some sort of paralysis, unable to move. And I don't want to move. I stand here with my feet rooted in the ground, my body's way of protesting the logical ...
Riding solo like this gave me time to breathe. I loved the Inferno MC, more than anything, but it was like spending all your time with family, a huge fucked up dysfunctional one. Sometimes you just needed to get out and ride alone, clear your head. Of course, my head was plenty clear right now...