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“Upsetting more women around here, I see,” Joker says from behind me.
“What are you talking about?” I’m so confused.
“Heard what BJ said about you making Pip cry. Just can’t help yourself, can you? Upsetting everyone,” he says, heading down the hall to his office.
Fucking whatever. He finds something wrong with everything I do. There is no pleasing that man.
I relax in the main room until Wolf tells me everyone is gathering to say goodbye to BJ and Pip. I follow him outside but stay on the edge of everyone gathering in the lot. I back further away and lean against the big oak tree. Hiding in the shade, I watch everyone wave goodbye as BJ and Pip drive away for the airport. Their first trip in their travels is Greece.
My phone sounds with an incoming text message.“Church! Now!”
I start making my way back inside and head into church. Taking my seat, I wait for everyone to take theirs. The atmosphere is not a happy one. The brothers have a grim look on their faces, making me sit up and pay more attention. Joker and Tank enter last, taking their places.
“Okay, church is in session,” Joker says, smacking the gavel onto the table.
Church is normal, we run through the businesses and how well they are doing, but the closer we get to the end, the more the brothers seem anxious.
“Right, last issue. Wire!”
I sit taller in the chair and look at him.
“We have been talking, and your behavior is becoming a concern.”
“My behavior? So, you have what, been talking about me in passing, brothers have come to you with concerns or what?” My back is instantly up.
“We had church.”
“Right, so you had a full club meeting, about me, without me present. Way to go behind my back. I feel really supported,” I snap back.
“This is what we’re talking about. You’re snapping at people, biting, anger quickly, you don’t think before you speak, and you’re drunk a lot. It’s starting to affect the club and our families. I no longer trust you around my family.”
I jolt back in my chair like I’ve been shot. He doesn’t trust me with his family. What the actual fuck!
“I would never ever hurt Carrie or Beau. How fucking dare you suggest otherwise.”
“Oh, I dare. I take my family’s safety very seriously. So, we have some options for you. One, you seek help for your issues, or two, you go Nomad. Maybe the therapy of the road will help. Your choice.”
I just sit in my chair dumbfounded. The room is silent. No one says a word in support for me, offers help, nothing. My heart is pounding in my chest. The words are lodged in my throat, and I feel like I’m choking on them. I continue to sit in silence, trying to work this through in my head before I say the words out loud. The pain of betrayal pieces through my body. Not one of them has my back. I take a deep breath before rising from my chair.
“I have had every single person’s back around this table. I have always been there when needed for each of you and the club. Yet each of you has turned on me. Clearly, I only have one option.”
I leave that hanging in the air as I move toward the door.
“I choose Nomad,” I say as I open the door and leave.
Storming through the clubhouse, I make my way to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. I grab a bag from the top shelf of my closet and start throwing clothes inside. Once It’s nearly full, I go into my bathroom and grab the toiletries I need, throwing them in the bag too. Zipping the bag up, I sink down next to it on the bed, letting my head fall into my hands.
When I first prospected and then became a full patched member, I thought I had found my home. A true family who would have my back, support me, and accept me. I feel like the past several years have now all been a lie.
With pain in my heart, I slowly remove my cut, stroking the leather one last time before laying it on the bed. I grab my bag, slinging it across my body. Taking one last look at my room and the memories made, I close the door and take the back stairs to my bike.
Sitting on my bike, I take a last glance at the clubhouse before starting my bike and heading out. The open road is ahead of me.
I drive out of town and take the back roads through the hills and just enjoy the free road, wind whirling around me and my mind clearing. Pulling onto a dirt track, I ride until I reach a small bridge over a fast-flowing river. I pull over and make my way to the bridge. Sitting down, I swing my legs and feel the power of the water beneath me. I sit and watch the water flowing, contemplating my life so far. What being part of the Sons of Havoc MC meant to me. All memories and fun times we had.
My phone ringing distracts me from my trip down memory lane.
“Hello.”
