My life wasn't heading in the direction I'd always envisioned for myself. I had men and women who were depending on me here now. I couldn't just throw everyone out now that my fight was all but over.
I certainly hadn't ever seen myself as part of a bike crew, but it looks like that's where I am. I've found over the last three years that it serves a purpose of sorts.
Besides, I'd grown used to having the guys around, and they'd chosen me as their fearless leader, poor f***s. So no, if I gave it up now, it would look like I'd got what I wanted and then ditched the people who helped me get it.
I'd walked into the kitchen, avoiding her as though she were a bomb about to detonate. She hadn't missed a beat, just kept up her humming and walking back and forth from the stove to the fridge and b
