Page 5 of Anchor

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Anchor – Twenty Years Old

“How do you feel, son?” my dad asks as he puts his arm over my shoulder and passes me a beer.

I accept the beer and state, “Really good,” as I itch my scar on my cheek that I got after falling off my bike at sixteen.

My dad grins, his dark eyes sparkling with happiness as he replies, “I’ll bet, after a year of grunt work, and now you’re finally a brother.”

I smirk as I look around the common room at the Huntsmen clubhouse. Brothers are all celebrating Cole, now known as Steal, a name he earned after he stole his dad’s bike and crashed it. James, now known as Art, for obvious reasons, and I are patched over to brothers.

Anchor.

That’s the name I’ve been given because, apparently, I’m everyone’s anchor, the person they come to with problems, and I hold them down so they don’t freak out.

I take a sip of my beer as my little sister Callie runs around the room. I notice Mom’s eyes watching her with love but also pain, and concern hits me.

“You won’t fuck up like I did, son,” Dad says after a few seconds of silence as he watches me.

I snort. “Dad, what you did wasn’t a fuck up; it was downright stupidity.”

He hums and agrees, “It was, and I’m fortunate enough that your mother forgave me.”

“Only because you refused to let her off club property,” I interject and he sighs.

“You still haven’t forgiven me, have you?”

I look at him, take in the sadness that fills his eyes, and admit, “You hurt Mom. I was the one who held her up, and instead of treating her like a queen after she took in your child, you left her to do all the work on her own, struggling to connect with her husband’s affair baby…. I love you, Dad, but no, I haven’t forgiven you, and yes, you were the reason why I wasn’t sure I could become a brother. I'm scared I'd go down the same route as you because I have your blood.”

He sighs and takes a sip of his whiskey before he looks at Mom and rasps, “What I did to your mother, I’ll forever feel guilty for, and forever regret, which is fucking bad because I love your sister.” I nod. “But I can promise you I’ll never make that mistake again.”

I take another sip of beer and admit, “I know you won’t because if you do, I’ll kill you.”

He chuckles, knowing full well I mean it as Ginger, formerly known as Harley, saunters over to me wearing a dress so short you can see her panties.

“Hey, Anchor,” she purrs, and Dad snorts in his drink.

The moment Hammer mentioned Ginger applied to be a clubwhore I was fucking shocked.

I thought I saw the back of her when I graduated high school, but apparently not because as soon as she graduated, she came here and now lives on club land, sharing a room with two other clubwhores down the hallway just off the entrance of the common room where the prospects also sleep, whereIused to sleep.

With me becoming the VP in a few years, I do have a house being built behind the clubhouse. As soon as we take the roles within the club, we’ll have the officer suites just off the room to church as well, but for now, we’re moving upstairs to our assigned rooms, mine being connected to Steal’s through a shared bathroom.

Though, I won’t be staying here much.

“Want to go up to your new room?” Ginger asks with a rasp to her voice, trying to be seductive.

I huff, “No, I don’t. Now fuck off to another brother.”

She growls and stomps her foot and turns on her heels when I don’t look at her, and Dad chuckles. “At least now you can tell the brothers that you’re married and give your beautiful wife her property cut, meaning that shit won’t happen anymore,” my dad says, and I smile wide.

“Do you Heaven take Travis Turner to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the judge asks.

I grin wide as Heaven keeps eye contact with me and states firmly, “I absolutely do,” and my heart fills with so much love that it consumes me.

“And it’s about time as well,” I mumble, and he chuckles softly, knowing how much I’ve wanted to celebrate having that amazing woman as my wife.

“It was for the best to keep your relationship on the down low, son. You know this. After you finished high school, she was still there and didn’t need any trouble,” my dad counters, and I hum.

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