(Grant)
"He looks so much like my boy." Lucky mumbled more to himself than anything.
It was hard not to feel emotional, seeing a man who had lost his only son meeting his possible Grandson. But with that, my guard went up even more. I know motorcycle gangs aren't too different from the life I grew up in.
These types of communities strive on blood bonds. They want the next of kin to take over whenever they decide to retire or tragically meet their end. And since Lucky is the President of the Reapers, Sammy is the only blood connection he has now.
Seeing Lucky walk up to the gate, his appearance was definitely not what I expected. He looked like every other older biker you would pick out at a bar. But I knew the type of man he was. Lucky had a reputation for being ruthless. Well, outsi
