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I skittered past them into the main room of the clubhouse.

The place itself was located just off of the Caddo River, a nifty little river/lake that ran from Texas all the way down to the Gulf of Mexico.

A long time ago the river was used to transport a plethora of goods that were sold in the southern states. It was a main source of income for the small town of Uncertain, Texas way back when.

However, over time, it had become just another river until a few years ago when bad things started happening surrounding all of the cities that had Caddo running through it.

It was suspected that the river was being used to transport illegal goods up and down the river.

Since the river was relatively unsupervised, a lot of the time people got away with their illegal activities.

Then The Uncertain Saints happened, effectively tearing a hole in the bad guy’s plans.

The clubhouse was deliberately put on the river, in a very popular part that saw a lot of through traffic.

The house stood on beams that lifted the entire thing a whole single story up in the air. It resembled more of a beach house than one you’d expect to see on the lake, but I loved it.

It wasn’t old, per se, but it had quite a bit of that old feel to it.

When the Saints had built it, they’d used quite a few old houses and barns to make it.

Now, although it was less than ten years old, it looked more like it was hundreds.

“Hey sweetheart,” my brother, Ridley, called.

I turned to find him staring at me with an expectant look on his face.

I sighed and pulled a Hershey’s bar out of my pocket and handed it to him.

“Happy?” I asked.

He glared at me.

“I don’t mind you living in my house…,” I interrupted him before he could get any more words that might offend me out of that stupid mouth of his.

“It’s our house,” I chided. “It’s no more your house than my house.”

He shrugged.

“Papaw signed it over to me, and you know it,” he said, knowing it would rile me up.

I ignored him and walked to the cooler that was sitting out on the back deck that overlooked the river.

Lifting the lid, I reached for the Mike’s Hard Lemonade that my brother most likely bought specifically for me.

The ladies that’d recently started to become a permanent fixture in the Uncertain Saint’s MC were more wine drinkers.

I was most likely the only one that drank actual ‘wiener drinks’, as my brother liked to call them.

Apparently, there wasn’t as much alcohol in it, and he made it a point to tell me that all the time.

He hated that I always had my drinks at home, but never made it a point to grab his.

Yes, my brother and I lived together.

No, neither of us had anyone.

And yes, I brought men home.