Page 5 of Imperfection is Beauty

I was jumping up and down, holding the letter to my chest, when my dad wrapped me in his arms.

Lifted me and then spun me around.

Placing a kiss on my cheek, he looked up at me, and nothing but pride shined from his eyes, “Proud of you, Pumpkin.”

I smiled down at him and said, “Thanks, Dad. I love you.”

He winked, “Love you more than wind on my face.”

And that was how I got onto the site and accepted their offer.

Three months later, thanks to my dad’s club, I was moved in.

“Okay. Alright. Everything is fine. Everything is totally fine. Yes. Yes, it is,” I muttered to myself as I placed my last pillow on my twin-sized bed.

“You going to be alright, Pumpkin?” At my dad’s voice, I jumped, then spun around to face him.

My red hair slapped me in the face as I moved, and then I sighed, “How much of that did you hear?”

“None of it if it will make you feel better,” he told me as he stepped over to me and held out his arms, which I didn’t hesitate to fling myself into his warm embrace.

Then he lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, “Tell me again why you wanted to go here and not at home.”

I felt my face heat. He knew why I didn’t want to go to that school.

Then I pulled my face from his neck and snapped, “Because I will be dead and gone before I ever pull for theDawgs.”

He snorted, then released me and said, “You know that’s sacrilegious, right?”

I shrugged. “I don’t really care. I bleed crimson and white.”

Snake stood near the door, his face, a blank, stoical mask in place, he didn’t speak until I looked at him, “Only a phone call away. And we already got word, we can’t get to you in time, got an allied club that can get to you immediately. You got protection.”

That was when Tyne pulled the little notebook, he kept in his kutte, his pen, and then wrote something on it.

Once he wrote what he needed to, he handed me the notebook. I offered him a smile, then carefully, so as not to touch his skin, took it from him and read what he wrote.

And at his words, I started laughing my bootie off.

‘If anyone messes with you, need their details. I’ll kill ‘em.’

And I knew he would too.

Tyne was an enigma of a man.

I was born after he went to war and didn’t know how he was before he left.

All I knew was that when he returned, everyone gave him a wide berth.

Because he came back different.

Not different in a bad way. Oh no, if anyone said that they would receive the beatdown of their life from the men of the MC.

Just simply… different.

But then again, soldiers should be given the respect they have earned.

And even more so, soldiers that become POWs, well, they definitely should be given the respect they’ve earned.

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