Page 4 of Keg's Revelation

Making my way up the driveway, I looked over the front of my house with its wraparound porch and could picture myself relaxing there in the evening. It was one of the reasons I’d chosen the house. Parking in front of the steps that led onto the porch, I pulled the keys out of my pocket on my way to the front door. I smiled as I pushed the door open. The place might be empty at the moment, but it was mine.

The open floor plan had been another draw for me. I walked through the downstairs until I stood in the kitchen, looking out the windows from the eat-in area into the backyard. I still couldn’t believe the place was mine as I watched the water ripple in the pool from the wind. Passed the pool, there was more lawn and an outbuilding set off to one side that was built to match the look of the house. Behind the shed, the mowed lawn turned into a wooded area untouched and giving the house privacy from the property on the other side of it.

After checking out the master suite on the first floor, I made my way upstairs and walked down the hall, looking into each of the four bedrooms and the two bathrooms. Before heading back downstairs, I stopped and looked over the railing into the family room below.

Standing there taking in the enormousness of the house, I briefly wondered what I was thinking of buying a five bedroom, three and a half bath house. I could only imagine what my brothers were going to say when they saw it. I hadn’t mentioned to anyone about buying a house. I hadn’t even told my dad I was looking for one.

I walked down the stairs, grabbed one of the three garage door openers off the island in the kitchen, and headed back to the front door. Once outside and on my bike, I rode toward the clubhouse. With most of my stuff at my apartment packed, I needed to round up some of the brothers to help me move it to the house. No time like the present to break the news.

Mac, the prospect workingthe gate, lifted his chin as I pulled up to and through the gate at Haven MC’s clubhouse. A few members were outside talking to a woman and little girl when I backed my bike up. But that wasn’t unusual, nor what grabbed my attention, it was the kid who walked around inspecting the bikes lined up beside mine. I dismounted and headed toward the boy who stood beside Pinch’s bike admiring the dual chrome pipes. When I saw his hand reach out, I picked up my pace.

“Hey, be careful, they might still be hot,” I said as I reached him.

“Is it yours?” the kid asked as he looked up at me. He was young, but tall. His hair was dark brown and long enough that one side fell across his face causing him to swing his head to shift it out of his eyes.

“Nah, mine’s the one on the end,” I pointed toward my bike, “this one belongs to my brother, Pinch. You like it?” I asked and saw the gleam in his brown eyes as he smiled.

“Yeah, it is freakin’ awesome. The paint job on the gas tank is wicked, especially the skull. Did he buy the bike like that?” I wanted to laugh at the excitement in the kid’s voice. But hell, I knew how the boy felt. I still remembered the feeling from the first time I straddled a bike. Nothing compared, and it only had gotten better when I’d taken off on the bike, and the wind hit me. The only other time I could recall feeling anything remotely close was maybe the first time I had sex. But considering the awkwardness of my first experience with sex—riding for the first time still ranked first.

I’d never seen the kid around the club before, so I knew he didn’t belong to any of the brothers. Unless someone’s family was visiting that had never been to the clubhouse before.

The kid stared at me, and I realized I hadn’t answered his question. “No. He bought the bike, added a few things to it, then had the tank painted.”

“Man, it’s cool,” he said and leaned closer to the Haven emblem painted on the side of the tank.

“You like bikes, huh?” When he glanced over his shoulder at me, I imagined the look on his face was the same one every kid had when around motorcycles.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying to talk my mom into letting me get a dirt bike. I could ride it at the house. There’s plenty of woods, but she says I’m not old enough. Geez, she treats me like a baby. I want to practice and get used to riding for when I’m old enough to own a motorcycle.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from chuckling when he rolled his eyes. Damn, I didn’t envy his parents with his attitude.

“What’s your name, kid?” I asked as he continued to examine Pinch’s bike, checking out every detail.

He answered without even looking at me. “Ryker Allen. Everyone calls me Ry. Well, except my grandpa, but he’s old.”

“Okay, Ry, it is.” I chuckled, then snorted when his name registered. “How much shit you catch with that name?” I asked because no way the parents didn’t realize what they were doing when they named him.

The kid stood and grinned. “At first, a lot. Then I just started telling people that my mom named me after the prison ‘Ryker Island’ because my dad was serving time there when I was born,” Ry sneered, and I laughed. “Kids are gullible.”

I shook my head. “You realize you’re a kid, right?”

Ry hit me with a full-blown smile that showed teeth with braces. “Yep, but I’m smarter. Plus, you’d be surprised how many kids don’t know about Ryker Island.”

“I have no doubt, kid.” I grinned back at him. I didn’t have a lot of experience with kids. Especially teenage ones. Closest I came to kids was my niece, Ally. And she was a riot. I already felt sorry for Sami and Speed when the girl hit puberty. Ry was easy to like, enough so, I found myself curious to whom he belonged. “You here with your parents?”

“Just my mom.”

“Oh. You related to one of my brothers?”

The kid frowned. “Brothers?”

“Related to one of the guys in the club. Brother is how we refer to each other.”

“Oh, I get it. But no, we don’t know anyone here. A call came into my grandad’s clinic about a sick snake and he sent my mom here. My little sister and I came with her.” I looked over my shoulder, following where the kid pointed to the woman and little girl.

“Your mom a vet?”

“Yep. She normally doesn’t deal with reptiles. Before we moved here, she mostly worked with large animals, like horses and cows. Here she’s going to be treating all kinds of animals, even reptiles. Reagan went inside with her. She likes snakes.” From the look of disgust that crossed Ry’s face, I assumed he didn’t care much for snakes or the fact that his sister wasn’t bothered by them.

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