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Chapter One
Stryker
Funerals have never beenSeen the daet any easier the more they happen, and trust me, they’ve happened a lot in the seven years since I joined the Snakes Henchmen
It see his life for the club, or because of the club
Today’s funeral was particularly hard Today we buried out President Apollo was like a grandfather to randson, Jett, is a member also, and Apollo’s death has hit him hard, as it has all of us
Apollo was President for longer than I’ve been alive He was a daevil mind kind of way, but the man was all about family, and a family is precisely e all are
His son, Shepard, was patched in as our new Prez the very day Apollo died It was alritten that Shepard would take over, as will Jett when Shepard is either killed, dies of natural causes like his old man, or steps down
The funeral was huge Every brother fro Alaska was there to see of theless would have done
I raised a glass to the man we’ll all miss, but I didn't stay I’m not the kind of man who parties hard Yeah, sounds weird for a biker to say that especially one in his twenties, but that’s just me I’m quiet, withdrawn most would say
It isn’t that I', it’s just the fact that I spent most of my life alone means I can’t deal with too many people all at once Never felt the need to make myself heard, or show my stupid side I’ll leave that to those who think they have so to prove, I mean
That isn’t to say I won’t kill away I’ive a shit that other’smyself around I’ll fuck who I hen I want, but I have standards Club whores are not
Who the hell in his right s?
Excusehole, I’d drill one in my bedroom wall!
I shtly as my little brother takes a seat beside me and bumps my shoulder with his Dominic isn't really my brother, not by blood, his father, BlackJack, took me in when I was nineteen after I tried to rob him Yeah, I had a death wish to try to rob a Snakes Hench for back then Taylor, his wife, kind of adopted ave me their surname as my own, I took it with pride She's been more of a mother to me these last seven years than my own ever was
“You all right, bud?” Do his dark wavy hair out of his eyes The boy could use a haircut “Been a hard day, huh?”
“Hate funerals”
“Nobody enjoys them, Dom”
“What you two up to?”
“Talkin’ funerals”
Dante, Do a seat on the other side of me Dominic is thirteen, Dante is sixteen Both boys are tall, but DoDante’s already talking about joining the club, he can’t wait until he’s eighteen His father won’t allow hi until then
There is no doubt in h, that Dominic will one day be a Snake It’s in his blood as much as his brother’s
“What do you think its like?”
“What?” I turn htly in Dante’s direction
“Dying”
I narrowup at the sky and the Hawk flying high above us I watch him curiously as a s for a second
I often wonder what the hell goes on in his head He’s a poet, always rhy stuff you’d only read in books The kid is quite profound Little weirdo
“I iine it hurts whatever way you look at it,” I answer
“I wonder what it would be like to be a Hawk” This kid seriously worries h without a care in the world, to be so free?”
“I bet they care when they get shot down froal to shoot a Hawk I can’t help but chuckle
“Jerk off!”
“Fuck face!” Dominic yells back
“That’s enough, you two,” Taylor hands me another beer as her husband wraps his ar about anything We just buried Apollo, show some respect”
“Sorry, Mom,” They say in unison
I clasp both their shoulders and squeeze gently They’re pains in the asses, but they mean the world to me
“Doot ready for bed”
Boy doesn’t say anything he just gets out of his seat and heads inside He knows better than to argue with his mother She’s a force to be reckoned with is Taylor She even gives me what-for, and I’m in my twenties
“Think I o see Julian”
“And you can think again!”
“What the hell, Mom?”
I chuckle Dante is nothing like Dominic Must be his hormones
“Calm dok boy It’s been a hard day If your mother wants you to stay home, you stay home” He shots me an evil look and storms inside
Taylor kisses Jack’s cheek and follows her son into the house Jack takes a seat beside , boy”
“Yeah Did you think Jett would make VP?”
“Written in the stars, Stryker,”
“Should have been you” I swig my beer