over to Leland and Constance sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass. The scene was right out of a movie. “You two look like a lovely couple,” I said.
Leland grinned and stood up to embrace me. “How's it going, Veep?”
Constance strained to stand and I stopped her, helping her back to the ground. “No no, lady. You stay off your feet.”
Constance waved my hand away and stood up, holding her swelling belly. “I don't need your help yet, Sawyer. Another few months and you guys might need a crane to carry me to the hospital.”
“Thought of a name yet?” I asked.
Constance looked at Leland and smiled. It was clear she loved him dearly. “We were thinking of Isaac.”
My heart warmed at the name and my eyes began to water. Isaac was the MC Treasurer until he was tragically gunned down last year. I watched him die in Leland's arms. It was a hard time for the MC but things were beginning to look better. “I think that name would be perfect,” I replied, taking Constance's hands. “Congratulations, and Leland, don't fuck this up.”
Leland narrowed his eyes at me and laughed. “You don't have to worry, Constance will kill me if I mess this up.”
Constance threw a glance at Leland and ran her finger across her throat.
I left them laughing and wondered how Leland could ever be happy in a relationship. Like most of the other MC members, our relationships were limited to one-night stands and prostitution. I fucked a different girl every night. Fuck and Forget—that was the MC motto. Leland should've remembered that.
I stopped under the shade of trees and rested against the trunk. Big Mike was serving food to a long line of hungry people. Slade was hitting on a set of blonde twins with big fake tits next to the playground. His long dark hair made him look like he was from a 80's Metal band but the chicks loved it.
“Nice day out, eh, Sawyer?” I turned around to find Cole approaching me. The gray in his hair was more and more evident as time passed. His horn-rimmed glasses made him look a lot less menacing than he really was. Cole was like a father to us all and I'd follow him to the depths of hell if he asked me to.
I looked over at the same kids throwing the Frisbee around. “Remember those carefree days, Prez?”
Cole leaned against the tree trunk with me and watched the kids scream and run around. “When I was a kid, my father put me to work everyday at the construction site. I don't think I've ever experienced a carefree day. That's actually why I need to talk to you.”
I shifted towards him and tuned out all the other noise. “What's up, Cole?”
The wrinkles on his face showed off his age. Cole had seen a lot as President of the Rabid Dog MC. As Vice-President, it was my duty to second-guess him and offer alternative solutions. But that didn't happen often with Cole. He always made the right decision.
Cole stared off into the distance. “I've been doing this a long time, Sawyer. Way too long. I started the Rabid Dog MC with my friends to escape my father. Now all those friends are either dead or moved on. I'm the only one left of the originals.”
I didn't like where he was heading. The somber tone of his voice and the sadness in his eyes. He had been thinking about this for a long time.
“It's time I hang up my hat, Sawyer. I want to know what a carefree day is like. I can't be the Rabid Dog President anymore.”
All the blood drained from my face. Everything was going to fall apart without him. The end of an era. How could we go on? “But you can't quit, Cole. Rabid Dog is in your blood.”
“And it always will be.” Cole grit his teeth and took a deep breath to keep from crying. “I'm recommending you become the new President.”
My jaw dropped to the floor. I never even dreamed of becoming President. I always pictured Cole leading us into battle and us coming home victorious. There was no way
Leland grinned and stood up to embrace me. “How's it going, Veep?”
Constance strained to stand and I stopped her, helping her back to the ground. “No no, lady. You stay off your feet.”
Constance waved my hand away and stood up, holding her swelling belly. “I don't need your help yet, Sawyer. Another few months and you guys might need a crane to carry me to the hospital.”
“Thought of a name yet?” I asked.
Constance looked at Leland and smiled. It was clear she loved him dearly. “We were thinking of Isaac.”
My heart warmed at the name and my eyes began to water. Isaac was the MC Treasurer until he was tragically gunned down last year. I watched him die in Leland's arms. It was a hard time for the MC but things were beginning to look better. “I think that name would be perfect,” I replied, taking Constance's hands. “Congratulations, and Leland, don't fuck this up.”
Leland narrowed his eyes at me and laughed. “You don't have to worry, Constance will kill me if I mess this up.”
Constance threw a glance at Leland and ran her finger across her throat.
I left them laughing and wondered how Leland could ever be happy in a relationship. Like most of the other MC members, our relationships were limited to one-night stands and prostitution. I fucked a different girl every night. Fuck and Forget—that was the MC motto. Leland should've remembered that.
I stopped under the shade of trees and rested against the trunk. Big Mike was serving food to a long line of hungry people. Slade was hitting on a set of blonde twins with big fake tits next to the playground. His long dark hair made him look like he was from a 80's Metal band but the chicks loved it.
“Nice day out, eh, Sawyer?” I turned around to find Cole approaching me. The gray in his hair was more and more evident as time passed. His horn-rimmed glasses made him look a lot less menacing than he really was. Cole was like a father to us all and I'd follow him to the depths of hell if he asked me to.
I looked over at the same kids throwing the Frisbee around. “Remember those carefree days, Prez?”
Cole leaned against the tree trunk with me and watched the kids scream and run around. “When I was a kid, my father put me to work everyday at the construction site. I don't think I've ever experienced a carefree day. That's actually why I need to talk to you.”
I shifted towards him and tuned out all the other noise. “What's up, Cole?”
The wrinkles on his face showed off his age. Cole had seen a lot as President of the Rabid Dog MC. As Vice-President, it was my duty to second-guess him and offer alternative solutions. But that didn't happen often with Cole. He always made the right decision.
Cole stared off into the distance. “I've been doing this a long time, Sawyer. Way too long. I started the Rabid Dog MC with my friends to escape my father. Now all those friends are either dead or moved on. I'm the only one left of the originals.”
I didn't like where he was heading. The somber tone of his voice and the sadness in his eyes. He had been thinking about this for a long time.
“It's time I hang up my hat, Sawyer. I want to know what a carefree day is like. I can't be the Rabid Dog President anymore.”
All the blood drained from my face. Everything was going to fall apart without him. The end of an era. How could we go on? “But you can't quit, Cole. Rabid Dog is in your blood.”
“And it always will be.” Cole grit his teeth and took a deep breath to keep from crying. “I'm recommending you become the new President.”
My jaw dropped to the floor. I never even dreamed of becoming President. I always pictured Cole leading us into battle and us coming home victorious. There was no way
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