“There you are,” Sevrin states and lifts his chin in Swade’s direction.“Come on, time for you to meet the rest of the Nowalk, Maryland chapter.”
I lean against Sevrin as we step into the main room of the clubhouse.It’s filled to the brim with bikers, all wearing blue denim vests with the Kings of Anarchy patch.They are laughing, drinking coffee, and acting like a huge solid brotherhood.
This is what family looks like.It doesn’t have to entail blood related brothers.Friendship, loyalty, trust, devotion, solid pillars of a foundation where each and every one has the other one’s back.If it’s supernatural, a whole club filled with humans, or like now...a mixture of both.
Life is truly about what you want, what you desire, what you create for yourself.These brothers of the Kings of Anarchy have their own laws, their own expectations, and won’t accept any less from anyone as they create their own world.Nobody fucks with the kings.Human, or supernatural.
EPILOGUE
Twenty years later
– SEVRIN –
Fosca’s arms tighten around my waist as she moves with me while I take the last turn.We did some last minute shopping for tonight’s party.A few members of the Nowalk, Maryland chapter are coming over to celebrate the launch of a new flavor of beer we brewed.The gate slides open as soon as we get close, allowing me to ride straight through.
Firepits are in front of the clubhouse.Prospects and some members are gathered around.Music is blasting from inside, letting me know the party has already started without us.We were a bit late because we took the long way home.Having my woman on the back of my bike is the most thrilling feeling.
I park the bike and pat my old lady’s thigh.She places her hands on my shoulders and gracefully dismounts.She takes a step into the direction of the clubhouse when I reach for her hand.Pulling her back to me, I grab the back of her neck and take her lips.
She moans into my mouth, her hands digging into my denim vest to hold me close.Two decades together and we’ve managed to solidify our bond with a thick layer of love.The havoc we faced for years due to her brother was finally handled.
It blasted our future wide open.The only shit we deal with from time to time is club business.The human kind which is only a hint of annoyance, but certainly something we always outlive.
Tonight is also a little ‘going away’ party.We can’t stay here with our faces still as young as two decades ago.It raises questions we don’t want to answer.Handing the gavel to our son is closing one door, and opening another.
It’s time to take my old lady to Italy and take some of the older brothers with us.We will return in a few decades, when most of the humans in town have forgotten our faces.Then our children will head for Italy.It’s all part of the circle of life of an immortal.
“I can’t wait to get more time with you alone,” Fosca whispers against my lips.
We’re heading to Italy with almost half of this MC in tow.We’ll trade our Lexmore Beach, Maryland patch for the small town one in Italy.Meaning we will still handle club business, only on a smaller scale.Like my woman said; more time for us.A few decades of somewhat retirement before we head back into business at Lexmore Beach.
“I’ll finally have you all by myself,” I murmur and I notice our son standing near the wall, getting cozy with one of the sweetbutts.
I shake my head and quickly grab the groceries from the saddlebags and place a hand on Fosca’s back to guide her inside.There’s no need for her to see our son getting his damn cock sucked.
As soon as we step inside the clubhouse we get to witness other members getting their damn cocks wet.“Motherfucker, couldn’t they at least wait until the older generation left to do this shit.”
