Page 1 of Breaker

PROLOGUE

Breaker – 24 Years Old

I smile as I watch my momma blush at something Doc's dad, Crow, says. We're at the clubhouse, which on the outside looks like a warehouse, but on the inside is rustic and fucking amazing. I love the place, as did my momma, until she didn't. Most times, she doesn't attend parties. Too many memories. But today, she decided to tag along with me, and fuck, am I glad.

I haven't seen Momma smile like this since before my father was diagnosed with brain cancer. She struggled everyday watching the love of her life slowly fade away while trying to bring up a pissed-off teenager, not understanding why his father was dying.

My father lasted just over five and a half years before succumbing to the tumor four years ago. Momma became a shell and barely left the house. For the past few months, after having a lengthy conversation with me, Crow has been slowly worming himself into her heart, bringing her back to life. I'll forever be grateful for it.

"So, how do we feel about this?" Doc asks as he nudges me, before leaning against the wooden bar.

I smile, keeping my eyes on my happy-looking mother, and rasp, "Absolutely nothing because, right now, brother, your father is bringing back that shine in my momma's eyes."

He grins, his green eyes shining.

Crow is the best thing for her. He knows it, and so do I. If only Lola would stop sending death glares at them.

Doc shakes his head. "I don't fucking get what her problem is. She's my sister, and I fucking love her, but right now, she's acting like a spoiled brat."

I nod and admit, "According to Kennedy, Lola has a thing for me." His head shoots my way in shock as I gaze at our parents. "And them becoming an item is her worst nightmare."

He looks at his sister again, his eyes sliding toward Ken, who is staring off into space like she normally does. The fucker loves her, but he doesn't think she feels the same; none of the brothers do, yet I know differently.

"But you barely even fucking talk to her…" he says, disbelieving.

I snort, admitting, "When she turned twenty-one, I found her in my bed, naked. It was right after my dad's first death anniversary, and she tried to take advantage, knowing I was drunk." I look at him, his green eyes hardening as I speak. "I kicked her out. Since then, she's become persistent, but I keep turning her down, and I'm sorry, brother, but if she turns into a bitch toward my mother?—"

He cuts me off. "I'll ensure she doesn't fucking hurt Shelly; don't you worry. And as for how she's been toward you, I'll be fucking having words."

I give him a grateful nod.

I love the girl like a sister. I've grown up with her, but this shit needs to stop. I've never indicated that I wanted her, but she seems to have it stuck in her head that we're meant to be, that it's because of Doc that I won't go there, or at least, that's what Ken said. She's trying to save her friend from being hurt while looking out for me, but her friend is getting crazy.

"Brothers…." Snake booms, getting my attention, and everyone quiets, looking his way.

I take a deep breath as his glossy eyes come my way, and my mother rushes over to me with apprehension and concern. She knows my father would be proud of this, but I'm all she has left, so I know she's scared.

In the past five years, she's had to harden herself to stop hurting, but right now, she looks emotional, a side I haven't seen for a while.

Crow comes over with her, his hand going to the small of her back in support as she hugs my arm to her. I give him a nod in appreciation as Snake continues.

"We all know why we're here. Today our brother Breaker is finally—after finishing business school and passing with the highest mark in his fucking class—taking over his father's role as our Sergeant-at-Arms."

Momma lets out a sob, wraps her hand around my arm, and I grip the top of her hand as Crow's arm snakes around her waist.

Bull, Snakes' dad, and our old president, steps forward, rasping, "Your dad wasn't just our brother and SaA; he was my best friend, and today, I get to stand here and watch his pride and joy take over the role he wished he could hand over himself."

He steps to me and holds up a cut, and I have to swallow in order to control my emotions. My mother plants her face into my arm.

Bull hands me the leather and states, "This, son, was your father's cut…. It only seems right that his son gets to wear it with pride."

I nod as the women sob. Crow takes my momma into his arms, showing his feelings for her, as I remove my old cut. I hand it to Doc, who grins, before I replace it with my father's, the leather hugging my shoulders.

Snake raises his glass and booms, "Here'sto our new Sergeant-at-Arms, Breaker…."

The club cheers as I look down at the cut, my emotions taking over.

Fuck, I wish my dad was here….

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