presidency?”
Trask slammed a hand on the table. “Every goddamn right.” Raven jumped. “You are just as capable as any of them. More than most, as a matter of fact. Man, I’ve ridden into some batshit crazy scenes with some of these guys. They are hard as fuckin’ nails, but that don’t make them leaders. Would they like it? Nah. You’d have a hell of a fight on your hands, but once they saw what you can do, they’d come around to it.”
Raven sat there absorbing it all. She had a game plan in her head, and this information threw a bomb in the middle of it. She wanted to befriend Trask. He was the president’s son, and it wouldn’t hurt to get on friendly terms. Now the president’s son was leaving. Who else did that leave?
Tanner was high on Bear’s list, and Raven knew for a fact that her brother talked with him about her. Bear had known things that she hadn’t told him. Raven and Tanner were close, and she knew he was proud of her. He was on her side. Gunner, on the other hand… Raven couldn’t be sure.
Trask dug his phone from his pocket and tapped on the screen. He held it up to his ear, and after a few seconds, he said, “Hey babe. Yeah, we’re just about done here.” He paused. “Yeah, I took the pills. No, I did not refrain from drinking alcohol.”
As Trask laughed, Raven marveled at the relationship he had with Hope. Ten years they’d been apart, and it was like a day hadn’t passed. Raven smiled. She’d never been in a relationship that lasted more than a week. She who travels fastest…
Even she couldn’t fool herself, though. She wanted what Trask and Hope had. She wanted it as badly as she wanted the open road and a V-Twin between her legs.
“This is hard. Maybe one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.” Everyone knew that Bear was telling the truth. He was an honest man, only lying when it was an absolute necessity. They could hear the emotion in his voice, and no one doubted his words. He didn’t like giving out bad news, and he hated to see anyone leave his club. Unless you fucked up, once you were in, you were a brother for life. This wasn’t a brother, though. It was a son.
Raven already knew what the announcement was. Maybe others did too, but as she looked around, she doubted it. Everyone had confusion in their eyes, and they were apprehensive, all waiting. One thing about bikers, they always wore their hearts on their sleeves. Some emotions may have been beyond them, but in the end, they were all brothers.
Bear looked around. “For a while now we’ve thought about territory. Do we have enough? Too much? Can we sustain more? All good questions. I believe this club can grow, even though there’s people here that think the opposite. We own Southern California, and after today, we might own just a little bit more. It is with pride and sadness that I announce that Trask will be leaving. Effective immediately, my son is going to move up to Davis and open a second chapter of the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club.”
Bear let it sink in. Bikers were looking around at each other. Trask and Raven were the only two not shocked by the news. She wasn’t quite sure if she agreed with Bear. Their numbers weren’t all that high, and they’d be losing a crucial member.
She tried to look big picture. She knew in a year’s time they may double or triple the numbers, but Trask’s absence left them vulnerable. As the Sergeant-At-Arms, his job was to keep them safe. Being ex-military, he had the necessary skills to hold the post. From the stories Tanner had told her, Trask was one of the best fighters in the group. Everyone trusted him, and everyone was willing to stand by him in a battle.
Boss made his feelings clear. “Well, ain’t this some shit? You think we don’t have enough trouble as is? I know the deal is already done, but I just want to let everybody know that I’m against this. There’s strength in numbers.”
“Boss is right,” Sam, one of
Trask slammed a hand on the table. “Every goddamn right.” Raven jumped. “You are just as capable as any of them. More than most, as a matter of fact. Man, I’ve ridden into some batshit crazy scenes with some of these guys. They are hard as fuckin’ nails, but that don’t make them leaders. Would they like it? Nah. You’d have a hell of a fight on your hands, but once they saw what you can do, they’d come around to it.”
Raven sat there absorbing it all. She had a game plan in her head, and this information threw a bomb in the middle of it. She wanted to befriend Trask. He was the president’s son, and it wouldn’t hurt to get on friendly terms. Now the president’s son was leaving. Who else did that leave?
Tanner was high on Bear’s list, and Raven knew for a fact that her brother talked with him about her. Bear had known things that she hadn’t told him. Raven and Tanner were close, and she knew he was proud of her. He was on her side. Gunner, on the other hand… Raven couldn’t be sure.
Trask dug his phone from his pocket and tapped on the screen. He held it up to his ear, and after a few seconds, he said, “Hey babe. Yeah, we’re just about done here.” He paused. “Yeah, I took the pills. No, I did not refrain from drinking alcohol.”
As Trask laughed, Raven marveled at the relationship he had with Hope. Ten years they’d been apart, and it was like a day hadn’t passed. Raven smiled. She’d never been in a relationship that lasted more than a week. She who travels fastest…
Even she couldn’t fool herself, though. She wanted what Trask and Hope had. She wanted it as badly as she wanted the open road and a V-Twin between her legs.
“This is hard. Maybe one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.” Everyone knew that Bear was telling the truth. He was an honest man, only lying when it was an absolute necessity. They could hear the emotion in his voice, and no one doubted his words. He didn’t like giving out bad news, and he hated to see anyone leave his club. Unless you fucked up, once you were in, you were a brother for life. This wasn’t a brother, though. It was a son.
Raven already knew what the announcement was. Maybe others did too, but as she looked around, she doubted it. Everyone had confusion in their eyes, and they were apprehensive, all waiting. One thing about bikers, they always wore their hearts on their sleeves. Some emotions may have been beyond them, but in the end, they were all brothers.
Bear looked around. “For a while now we’ve thought about territory. Do we have enough? Too much? Can we sustain more? All good questions. I believe this club can grow, even though there’s people here that think the opposite. We own Southern California, and after today, we might own just a little bit more. It is with pride and sadness that I announce that Trask will be leaving. Effective immediately, my son is going to move up to Davis and open a second chapter of the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club.”
Bear let it sink in. Bikers were looking around at each other. Trask and Raven were the only two not shocked by the news. She wasn’t quite sure if she agreed with Bear. Their numbers weren’t all that high, and they’d be losing a crucial member.
She tried to look big picture. She knew in a year’s time they may double or triple the numbers, but Trask’s absence left them vulnerable. As the Sergeant-At-Arms, his job was to keep them safe. Being ex-military, he had the necessary skills to hold the post. From the stories Tanner had told her, Trask was one of the best fighters in the group. Everyone trusted him, and everyone was willing to stand by him in a battle.
Boss made his feelings clear. “Well, ain’t this some shit? You think we don’t have enough trouble as is? I know the deal is already done, but I just want to let everybody know that I’m against this. There’s strength in numbers.”
“Boss is right,” Sam, one of
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