The next few weeks passed by in a blur as I settled into my new routine.
I worked my shifts at the bar, getting to know the Warriors and their old ladies. Sometimes I helped Ledger tackle the club’s never-ending business paperwork.
On my nights off, I’d curl up on the couch with Talon, binge-watching shows or reading while he cleaned his guns.
It felt domestic in a way I never expected, but there was an undercurrent of excitement. The clubhouse was always buzzing with activity — meetings, parties, the occasional brawl. I was slowly relaxing into the chaos, learning to navigate this new world.
The divorce had been finalized, Craig’s assets were seized, and I found myself with a surprising amount of money in the bank.
I was still adjusting to wearing the club colors. It felt strange at
