Page 39 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

I had no idea why he just took it upon himself. At the trials, he only spoke when it was necessary. That was the last time I saw him. He was charged, taken away, and I never got to see him again all those years.

Well, I did have a chance to see him. I just didn’t take those chances. I was mad at him for leaving. For not fighting for his right because I knew he didn’t set that fire. I was mad at him for not telling me why he was letting them take him to jail. Not even Texas, his brother, and National President of the Mayhem’s MC wanted to let me in on their little secret.

I had to live with not knowing why he left me and the club. One whole year he promised not to leave me. To always protect me and have my back. I promised the same to him. But how was I supposed to stick to his side when he was locked up?

Months after he left, Crow took over his spot as the VP for as long as Wilder was gone. Crow was an asshole. A bastard. The biggest piece of shit on earth. But everyone seemed to trust him. Even Texas. And even me.

He didn’t treat me the way Wilder did, which was why I decided to hang out with him whenever he was at the club. Duke and I finally got to move out and get our own apartment, and now, at twenty-one, he even let me have a job to pay for bills and food. I didn’t go to college and enjoyed working at a local grocery store. It was a shit job, but it helped me get my mind off Wilder.

Four years was a long time. I grew up. Became an adult and made up my own mind. Duke didn’t have a say anymore. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Even if it meant letting the devil himself close to me to mess with my heart.

It was Friday night, and Wilder had been released from prison. He served too many years for something he hadn’t done, and everyone at the club was excited to see him again. They went to pick him up this afternoon and should be back any minute.

“You think he’s gonna be mad when he finds out you’re with Crow now?” Rosalie was the only one I talked to lately. As the youngest old lady in the club, she understood the problems I went through. She was my age, twenty-one, and the only one who stuck with me when I moved on and let Crow approach me. All the other old ladies took a step back, showing me just how much they didn’t agree with me pushing Wilder aside and getting the next best dick in this club.

I sighed, taking off the lid of a bowl filled with salad. We were in the club’s kitchen, preparing everything for his arrival. “He’s not gonna be happy about it. That’s for sure,” I mumbled. There was no way Texas hadn’t told him about Crow and me. They were brothers by blood, and Texas visited him at least four times a month.

Chapter Two

Wilder

“HE’S BACK!” I was barely out of the van Boone picked me up with, and everyone was already standing outside the clubhouse, holding a beer and chanting my name. Iron patted my back, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re home,” he told me. I couldn’t even take one more step away from the vehicle before my older brother Texas pulled me into a hug.

Without hesitating, I hugged him back, closing my eyes to keep the tears from rolling down my face. I was happy to be back, but I was not going to cry in front of the whole fucking club.

“Happy you’re back, little brother. The club’s gone to shit without you.” I knew. Texas came to visit me a lot. He told me everything that was happening at the club. Every little detail, and every little thing that went down.

He also told me about Kiplyn and Crow. I should’ve been mad. Furious, even. But instead of hate, I felt nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

I didn’t know why she never came to visit me. Texas never mentioned her until he told me the news about her and Crow. Crow was a piece of shit. Not because he took away my Kiplyn, but because he managed to crawl his way up everyone’s asses, including Texas’s, to then come out at the second-highest rank as VP. He had my patch, and I was going to get it back.

A talk with Texas was already on my schedule. Crow was the last one who deserved that patch. And yes, we were supposed to support each other. Care for our brothers and push them to be the greatest version of themselves. But Crow didn’t have good intentions. I’d heard bad things about him in prison. Things I couldn’t tell Texas while I was still stuck in there. Didn’t want to cause more shit.

“Missed you, man,” I told Tex and moved back to look at him. He was grinning and reached up to rub his knuckles on my shaved head. I decided to shave it again before getting out.

“You look badass. Come on, let’s get inside and get you a beer.”

The others were watching us, and after hugging some of the guys, I looked through the crowd of brothers, sweet butts, and old ladies to hopefully see her face again.

“Is she here?” I asked Texas, and he knew who I was talking about.

“Inside, preparing food. I know you two got a lot of shit to talk about…but I don’t think tonight’s the right time for that.”

I nodded slowly, always listening to my brother’s advice. “Do you have my vest?” I changed the subject.

“It’s hanging on your seat in church. No one has sat in that seat in four years.”

That was exactly what I needed to hear. My spot in this MC had not changed, no matter how long I was gone. And no matter if Crow thought he would keep that patch.

Chapter Three

Kiplyn

I watched Wilder out of the corner of my eyes, standing outside, leaning against his bike, and smoking his second cigarette. He’d been standing there for over thirty minutes now, and I was unsure if I should go out there and talk to him.

“Just go!” Rosalie nudged. She was sitting next to me in the booth right at the window, and she knew I was contemplating whether to go out there or not.

“It’s not like he won’t talk to you. Go,” she said again, and this time, she pushed against my arm, so I had to get up.

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