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“It is but they weren’t always like that. Back before I joined, they had their hands elbow deep in all that illegal shit.”
“What changed?”
He shrugs. “I wasn’t here so I only have this information second hand but it seems that Blaze, our president, got shot during a deal and another member, Henn, was set up for selling drugs and went to prison. Blaze said it was like a light bulb went off and he realized he needed to step up and be a better leader, put the club on a better path.”
I lean forward and rest my arms on the table. “And what if the members didn’t agree with the new direction?”
“I think at that point, everyone was getting tired of it all but I’m sure they did have a few members leave.”
“How does the club survive if there’s no more money coming in?”
He laughs. “You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“Well, just because they don’t run drugs and guns anymore doesn’t mean there’s no money coming in. The motorcycle shop has been running since before Blaze changed things, which is where I work, and afterward, he also started a P.I. business.”
“Huh,” I hum, sitting back in my seat with my mind working in overdrive. I’m fascinated with the idea of his club and the work they do to help people who would otherwise be forgotten.
“Sorry, we were talking about your mom and kind of got off track,” Lincoln says and I glance at him.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. What was it you said about distracting me?”
He grins. “Glad I could help. I’m here for whatever you need.”
I nod. “Thank you. It still doesn’t seem real to me most of the time. My mom was bigger than life, so strong and vibrant that her dying in a car accident just seems impossible.”
“It’s harder when you don’t know what happened.”
“I’ve learned so much about who my mother was since her death but it’s only raised more questions. I’d give anything just to have one more conversation with her.” Tears sting my eyes again and I blow out a breath, looking up at the ceiling. “Sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize and anytime you need to rant, give me a call. I understand what you’re going through and I want to be here for you.”
Smiling through my tears, I nod. “Thank you, Lincoln.”
