"Exactly."
I smiled, feeling like I was finally letting my guard down.
Crazy, isn't it? That it was around a trio of guys that would normally make me hold my breath if I passed them on the street.
Life was changing.
I hoped it was for the better.
I really need it.
Chapter 2
Fucking assholes!
I joined the Fallen Souls because I liked the guys. They were fun to be around. Being a prospect?
Hell.
Fucking hell.
Being at the whim of someone else?
It reminded him too much of his time in the Army.
Yes, sir.
No, sir.
Jump, sir?
How high, sir?
Oh, I can't date your daughter, sir?
Well... I'd been there, done that, and had the mother fucking t-shirt!
When my contracted years of service ran out?
I walked away, determined to live by my own rules.
That didn't last more than a couple of years.
And all of the crazy aversion to rules was replaced with a need to belong somewhere.
But aside from the hell that was following everyone's orders while I was a prospect, as soon as I slipped on the leather cutwith the Fallen Souls colors embroidered on the back of it, I'd felt something I hadn't felt for most of my life.
I felt like I belonged.
The only other time I'd felt like that was...
Was with a woman I was never going to see ever again.
Not only was she several hundreds of miles away, she was married.
Something her father thought I should know.
How the fuck he knew where I was? I didn't exactly ask him, but I knew he was thrilled that he'd finally put his daughter out of my reach.
