Now that my dad is gone, maybe things can change for them.
Another major reason we’re going is to make sure our cousin, Rafe, wasn’t among the fallen men.
Nodding at my brother, I head down to the garage where Nick is waiting for me.
“We taking the truck? Or...” I ask.
He shakes his head and tosses my bike helmet in my direction. “I think taking these for a spin is fitting, don’t you?” Nick asks, grinning menacingly.
I raise a brow, looking from my helmet over to my sleek, black Harley-Davidson.
“You know you want to. You’ve been dying to go for a ride for a long time.”
He’s not wrong. When we left the MC, we took our bikes with us. They’ve been locked up here in the garage pretty much ever since. Last time we went for a ride, our father's men tried to run us off the road. He later pounded on our door, telling us that because we left the MC, he revoked our rights to ride.
It was fucking stupid and made no sense. It’s not like we were on our bikes wearing a cut, but we didn’t argue with him. It wasn’t worth the energy. We’d have done anything to get him to leave us alone.
“Fine,” I sigh, “Let’s get this over with.”
The last thing I want to do is go back to that place. Just because the people we had issues with are dead doesn’t erase all the bad memories that come with it.Sheis still there. I haven’t seen her in years and I would have lived a long and happy life if I never saw her again.
You’re an adult now, Will. She has no power over you, and she hasn’t for a long time.
Still, phantom hands skim over my body, forcing an uneasy shiver to rush through me. Shaking my head, I slip my helmet on.
Nick does the same.
Straddling my bike, I start it up and it purrs to life.
A smile splits across my face, and the vibration beneath feels incredible. I almost forgot how good it felt to be on a bike.
“Ready?” Nick yells.
At my nod, Nick takes off out the open garage door. A moment later, I follow.
The drive to the compound is smooth. The fresh ocean breeze has me happy to be back home.
Being back on the bike, zipping along the roads almost has me forgetting where we're headed.
When we pull up to the familiar gates, my stomach drops and the happiness I felt on the road is gone.
We wait on our bikes as we idle near the front gate. Two men step up to the fence, guns pointed our way.
Nick pulls his helmet off, shaking out his blond hair.
“What do you want?” one of the guys asks. He’s not someone I recognize.
“We were sent by Ghost,” Nick announces. “To check on everyone.”
The other guy with a buzzed head covered in tattoos, however, I do remember. Terk. He was a prospect when we left.
“You want me to believe you actually fucking care?” Terk spits.
Nick glares at the men. “Let us in.”
“Fuck you,” Terk snarls.
“Let us fucking in, before I make you,” Nick growls back, pulling out his gun.
