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- Authors: Harley Wylde
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Ares
Times had changed. The Dixie Reapers’ clubhouse no longer
boasted loud parties and naked women. Well, the naked women were gone,
at any rate. Music pulsed from the speakers as everyone took a muchneeded break. My dad had been in Church off and on since this mess
started, and more often than not, the members hung out in the clubhouse
discussing the issue at hand. Except right now, the doors were open to
anyone.
I sat at the bar with a soda. Portia sat on one side of me and Venom’s
youngest, Dawson, was on my other side. Patched members lined the bar on
either side of them.
“Pass me a beer, Ares,” Bull shouted from farther down. I reached
over the counter into the ice chest, then slid the longneck down the bar top.
I caught a smirk from my father as he watched.
“Hey, Pres. Think your girl has a future as a bartender,” Bull said.
He chuckled and twisted the top off. “She’s got good aim.”
“Better than Foster’s aim last week,” I shot back, a playful jab at his
son’s appalling shooting during target practice. He snorted and took a
swallow of his beer, while Foster shot me a glare.
This place was my home. Dad and the Dixie Reapers had been my
salvation, pulling me from the abyss with hands as rough as the life they
led. Even though I couldn’t be a patched member, I was a Reaper’s kid. My
dad had given me permission to get the club colors inked on my shoulder
blade. It was a super small one compared to the ones the guys here had. I’d
seen quite a few with the colors covering their entire backs. In addition, I’d
gotten a phoenix rising from the ashes inked on the outside of my right
thigh — a mirror of my own rebirth.
Foster might be mad at me right now, but I knew he’d get over it. In
a lot of ways, he was like a brother to me. All of the kids here close to my
age felt like family. Although, Foster, Owen, and Dawson were all older
than me. Not that I could tell when it came to Foster.
Cowboy’s son, Jackson, entered the clubhouse, his cowboy boots
thudding against the wood floor as he came closer. He put his arms around
me and hugged me from behind.
“You smell like horses and dirt.”
“Mom always said it was the best scent in the world.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Yeah, I could see his mother saying
that. “Well, it’s better than sweat, I guess. Preparing for your next rodeo?”
“I was planning to head out in the morning, but with everything
going on…”
I tipped my head back to look up at him. “You should go. If you put
your life on hold every time something bad happens around here, you’ll
never get to do the one thing you love most.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Yeah, I know. You’re awfully smart
for someone so young.”
“You’re only six years older than me, Jackson. It’s not like you’re
ancient.”
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