“We weren’t meant to be alone,” she says. “I miss your uncle every day.”
I know she does. Several men have proposed over the years, but my aunt doesn’t want that kind of commitment again.You can only say “I do” once,she tells me often. But she dates.
“What’s her name?”
“Serafina.”
“Italian?”
I nod. “Just like Angel.”
“Be careful. You can’t relive the past.”
“I wasn’t looking, Auntie.” I finish off the second shot, slap a ten-dollar bill on the bar, and blow her a kiss. “See you tomorrow.”
It’s been a good fifteen minutes since I left the clubhouse. If they haven’t made up their minds yet, I’ll make the decision for them. I return to the meeting room. Everyone quiets down as I claim my seat at the head of the table.
“Go ahead,” I direct our treasurer. “Count the votes.”
“All in favor of Eagle attending the memorial service, say aye,” Koma says. When he’s done scrawling a note on his pad of paper, he looks up. “All those opposed?”
I count three. “Looks like the ayes win.” I stand, satisfied with the outcome. “Pick the security detail for Saturday,” I tell Tonsils. “Ten.”
He frowns at me. It’s not the first time we’ve voted against each other. That’s the nature of being a member of this MC. You might not always agree, but you always have your brother’s back. Right or wrong, nothing can break that sacred bond.
