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Prologue
Tank
Luck was a bitch.
And she was never on my side.
Just when I thought things were looking up, and life was great, she turned her damn back on me. Yeah, luck and I, we were forever in a chase and I knew I would never catch her.
I wasn’t lucky the day I walked in on my dad at the clubhouse. Not even thinking I needed a reason to knock, I barged into his room that he had there. And seeing him fucking a clubwhore at the age of fifteen was just something I never got over. Not because I had caught my dad in the act of sex, though that was scarring in its own way, but because the illusion that my parents had the perfect marriage was shattered. I held on to that anger for another two years, never once letting him know what I’d seen. That I knew his true colors. Then he died in a random motorcycle accident while on a run, and I wasn’t lucky that I never got to get all the things I had to say to him off my chest.
I wasn’t lucky when I fell for the wrong girl. The one, who in the end, broke me. I wasn’t lucky when I knocked her up. And I sure as fuck was spreading my unlucky shit to my son when she walked away from us before he was even one. Walked. No more like ran. Chasing her high that was more important than being a mother.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my son. He was the reason that I kept breathing. He was the reason that I stood tall when all I wanted to do was crumble. And those nights when I would sit in the dark, long after he was asleep, thinking about how much more shit I could go through, he was the one that kept me grounded. I would do anything for him.
At five years old he had everyone wrapped around his little finger. He was tough, funny, and built solid like me. Mom always said he was the spitting image of me at his age, right down to the get-into-everything curiosity of the world.
I learned real quick that raising a kid was hard. But luck gave me a little touch in the way that I had my mom, my sisters, and most of my family at the club to help me out whenever I needed it. That was not to say that I pushed him off on other people. No, he was my life—my world. He was my favorite person to be around and I knew that would never change. I wanted to be the best man I could for him. The best dad. I made sure I was there for every bump, breakdown, and milestone.
Balancing the club and being a dad was sometimes hard. The Steel Paragons MC was my second home. I grew up around them and later prospected and joined as soon as I was old enough. I knew how things were from the start. There were times I had to be away from my son for more than a few days but I always looked forward to coming home.
Remember what I said about luck?
The night that the world delivered its hardest blow, was the night I stopped chasing her for good.
