Page 46 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

Axl looked at the cut, before his mournful eyes met Snyder’s. “I’m leaving the club, Snyder. Please don’t try to talk me out of it. I’m doing what’s best for my daughter.”

“This cut belongs to you, Axl. I know you want to stay, and that’s perfectly fine, but I want you to do it as a Lewd Outlaw.”

“How can I be an Outlaw, if I’m a million miles away?”

“Because you’ll be a nomad. That means you’ll be a biker who’s free to have the space he needs to create an amazing little family. I want you to still be a part of us, so please, keep the cut. We’ll get you the nomad patch, and then maybe you can start your own branch out here.”

Axl’s mouth slightly twitched. “That would be something, wouldn’t it? A whole new branch of the Lewd Outlaws, growing our club’s loyalty one town at a time.”

Snyder slapped him on the back. “The world is your oyster, Axl. No matter what, you’re always going to be a Lewd Outlaw, so keep this, you earned the patch.”

Axl slipped on the cut and grinned. “It’s good not to be naked again.”

We all laughed. Well, all but Wasp who was wallowing by his bike, ready to leave.

After giving Summer sweet kisses, and shedding more tears than I’d like to admit, I mounted the back of Snyder’s bike, waving goodbye to my best friend and all the people who loved her the most.

As we drove down the road, I saw a familiar figure step out from behind some trees, his massive build too unmistakable to be anyone else.

He watched us from afar, but when my hand raised, doing my best to say goodbye without actually saying it, he disappeared back into the trees, shutting me out of his world forever.

Before we arrived at the clubhouse, Snyder took me to our new home, showing off the cute little yellow house, clear on the other side of town. It had at least an acre of land, and I loved the farmhouse aspect to it. There was minimal work that needed to be done, but it was right for us—the perfect place to start a family.

But even though it was everything I ever wanted, I was sad that we’d never see little ones running around it. Would that be a deal breaker for him? The idea of never having children? Would he be like Sabbath and seek out another woman to fulfill that goal?

Snyder squeezed my hand. “We got this, babe.”

Wasp pushed past us, retreating through the doors without saying a word.

“He’ll come around,” Snyder encouraged. “They all will, eventually.”

Loud music hit my ears the second we walked through the doors, and it cut off the moment everyone noticed who had just walked in.

They were all there...

Clash...

Sandman...

Ranger...

Wasp...

Skid...

And Priest.

Each of these men still had a little piece of my heart, giving me the things I needed to let go of Sabbath once and for all.

Clash’s humorous outlook on life.

Sandman’s eternal need to protect and shelter those he cared about.

Ranger’s undying loyalty and trust in those he loved and respected.

Wasp’s dominant presence, one that commanded attention and could dismantle even the strongest of women—women far stronger than me.

Skid’s ability to keep a secret, especially the ones that were catastrophic and could change everything.

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