“Princess, get back behind the bar,” I demand, and sheactually listens right away.
“Who’s that?” Butters, the dirty motherfucker, asks.
“You scared? Shut the fuck up.”
“Maybe your poppa should’ve stayed longer,” he utters, and I shoot him next.
“Shit, man!” Blaze yells as Butters hit the floor.
“I never liked him. Anyone else in here wishing Jekyll was still around?”
The room stays silent as the powerful rumble comes to a stop outside.
“Good.”
“You’ve grown hard,” Blaze notes.
“No. I’ve always been hard,” I respond and point to my dead father on the floor. “He’s gone. This club runs my way now. Anyone have a problem with that; there’s the fuckin’ door, and best believe shit’s fucking changing.”
My gaze lands on Odin, sitting quietly at a table. “Why’d he bring you?”
“Why do you think?” he questions back, standing and coming near. It’s like looking in a mirror; only I had more bruises back then.
He’s a big kid now. When I left, he was about to turn eleven. Now he’s riding around with a group of outlaws at the age of fifteen. I can only imagine what kind of man he’ll turn into if I’m unable to get him away from the bad.
“’Cause he was going to use you to get me home.”
He nods.
“What’d he do to you?”
“Not me. He promised to hurt a friend of mine.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Ex and my Nomad brothers storm in, guns drawn, ready to fuck some shit up. The resident Oath Keepers, including Princess’ father, pours in behind them, and the Widows get to their feet, prepared for a fight.
“Stand down,” I order. “These are my brothers, the Nomads, and this is the local Chapter of the Oath Keepers. They have my six and being your President, I’m telling you, we’re cool with them.”
Charlie stands up, his nine out in front as he grumbles, “Fuck this, we ain’t friendly with nobody.” He raises the weapon toward me, but my old best friend, Torch, steps out of the hall and shoots Charlie dead.
I didn’t even know Torch was here.
“He brought you too?”
“Yep.” He puts his gun back in his holster.
“What’d he do to you?”
“Threatened to rape my ex-wife and sister.”
“Meggie?” I name his sister who’s the probably the sweetest woman alive.
“Yep.”
“That shit’s fuckin’ done. You won’t be living like that anymore. We’ll figure this shit out later, but your friends and families are safe, you have my word.”
Odin scoffs, “Like that means anything.”