Chapter 4
"Happy Gotcha Day, Honey!" Rebel exclaims as he comes down the stairs and enters the common room.
"Gotcha Day?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's two years today that we gotcha."
"Oh my God, Rebel, really? You couldn't come up with anything better than that?"
"Hey, I worked hard on that. And at least I remembered."
"Well, there is that." I sigh. "Wow, two years." It’s hard to believe; I really can't imagine my life without my boys. "I'm surprised that you even remember that."
"Well, it's easy for me. I came to the club just a few months before you, so your gotcha day and my gotcha day are close."
"Oh, I didn't realize that."
"Yeah, I was sent here from Ireland by my parents. My uncle was the former MC president."
"The one that was killed by the Satans?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It was hard to swallow finding that out when I first got here, but I helped Ice avenge his death and somehow it seemed to make it a lot better."
"What did you guys do?"
"Now Honey, you've been with the club long enough to know we don't divulge club business to our women."
"Yeah, I know," I say, disgusted. I never asked Ice about what he did and I was really hoping that Rebel was gonna tell me.Damn, these boys are tight-lipped.
"Well, I gotta run. Have a good day, Honey."
"Yeah, you too, Rebel." He grabs his keys and gets up from the barstool and heads for the door.
The club is having a big family gathering tonight and I'm so looking forward to it. Hawk was right, they are a lot of fun and I really enjoy spending time with the ladies.
The party has been going on now for about four hours. The kids have all been sent home with babysitters and everyone is kicking back, drinking, and having a good time. I swear I am the only one not drinking tonight. But that's ok. I'm still enjoying myself.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still find it hard to be around all the booze and there are times when it really annoys me as to how much they drink. I guess annoy is a harsh word, as I realize that I am more jealous of their ease with their alcohol consumption. For me, the temptation is always there and I struggle with it every day. But I knew that would be part of my recovery and I know that each instance that I don’t drink only makes me stronger.
A few of the members have left, but most of them are still here. We're all hanging out in the back of the clubhouse, near a huge fire pit with a raging fire. Some of us are sitting around the fire, others are milling around talking. Ice and Hawk are off to the side, deep in conversation. They keep looking over to me and it makes me curious. I walk over to them and say, "Hey guys, can I freshen those drinks for you?"
"No thanks, Honey, I'm good. Besides, you aren't supposed to be working during these parties," Ice says.
"I know, but you know how I am. I can't help it." They laugh.What is so funny?I wonder. They both seem off to me, which makes me even more curious than I was before.
To my surprise, Hawk walks away abruptly.What's his problem?
"Was it something I said?" I ask Ice.
"No, Honey, more like something I said, I think. But he won't admit it."
"What's that?"
"Awww no, nothing to worry your pretty little head about."
