– Grey’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter1
Grey
Six Weeks Earlier
I sat on my bike as I watched the happy family.
The young woman, the young boy, and the baby she lovingly cradled to her chest.
“Ready?” Nuke asked.
I looked back at the family and shook my head.
Now wasn’t the time to wish for shit I’d never had.
And it sure as hell wasn’t the time to wish for shit, I had no way of making it happen.
I lifted my chin at Nuke.
He circled a finger, and then we all started up our bikes.
The rumble from ten bikes made the windows on Main Street vibrate.
I smirked.
As we passed by Sallie’s General Store, I felt my neck prickle.
If I had looked over my shoulder... I would have seenher.
Cause in our part of Pierre Parrish, that was in the great state of Louisiana, we had a few sayings... really, they were omens if you truly thought about it.
And one particular omen had to do with Sallie’s General Store.
See, the omen was that if you passed by Sallie’s General Store and there was a woman in a long black dress stepping out of the door, the person that is the other half of your soul is within twenty feet of you.
I was the dumbass who hadn’t looked back.
But that hadn’t entered my mind, not when it was on what we were in town doing.
We had been scoping out businesses that we could buy for a quick turnaround or for properties that we could get really low and slowly build them up just right.
And now that we were done, we made the drive back to the clubhouse.
We backed our bikes into a long row at the front of the clubhouse.
I parked my bike next to Nuke, our President, since I was the Vice President.
I lifted my chin at Xander, Saint, Kettle, Grimm, Khal, Jury, Wolf, Lyle, and Hamm, who had ridden with us, and then I made my way inside.
Striding over to the bar, I took a shot that Kourt had set down in front of me and tossed it back.
As the liquid burned down my throat, I headed to the room we used for church.
Then I took my seat to the right of Nuke’s chair, pulled out the paper, and the weed.
Once I had the blunt rolled perfectly, I tagged my lighter, lit it, and took in a long, deep pull.
