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kid,”
Uncle Jakey said. “He was always crazy. He always took it too far. But, shit,
kid, that’s what got him the patch, you know? When we had that roll over and
shook up the MC, he led the charge.”
    “And now he’s going to rot in prison,”
I said.
    Uncle Jakey nodded. “Yeah, he is.”
    I backed away from the table. “I
bet he’ll still keep the club in his heart. I won’t give this up. Ever. I don’t
give a shit what happens. This… this is all I have.”
    I walked out of the garage, wearing
my leather cut.
    I’d keep the cut but would stop
wearing it shortly after that.
    We all still rode motorcycles but
the pack thinned out a lot. It ended up as a handful of us that would still
meet up, raise some hell, and earn when we had to do so.
    That didn’t mean we stayed out of
trouble.
    One of us ended up in prison for
murder. On death-fucking-row.
    But that… that’s a whole other
story.
    This story, right now, is about me
and Ana.
    I thought she would be smart and
move the fuck on from this town. From this bullshit.
    But I was wrong.
    She was still in town.
    And things between me and her
were about to get as wild as ever.
     

 
    chapter five
     
    (knox)
     
    *NOW*
     
    Sow Child was nothing short of a
bullshit project to help me waste time away. Who knew that being cut free of
freedom would give me a sense of mindfulness. What the fuck did that mean? It
meant I had notebooks full of ideas, stories, and words that were somehow
strung into songs. If that wasn’t crazy enough, people gave a damn when I
played shows and I actually managed to earn a straight living. Clearing way too
much money each weekend cruising from bar to bar and club to club, I had
teetered on the line of outlaw and rockstar.
    What did that mean really?
    It meant a lot of women. It meant a
lot of free drinks. And it meant a lot of cash.
    But the freedom part never left me.
    I still got tangled up when I felt
like it. It was just my nature.
    We were ten miles north of town at
some fancy club called DC. It was a packed show, well over a thousand people.
Shit, we were good enough that we had a crew that would set up our shit for us.
That gave me time to hit the road, collect my thoughts, and maybe find a little
trouble.
    Trouble.
    Trouble took to me to a small patch
of woods where my two wheeled beast could make it easily. Her arms were wrapped
around me tight, first from behind, then from the front, if you catch my drift.
    She had been hanging around outside
the club and wanted to go for a ride. Her name was Rebecca and she had pitch
black hair and a feral scream that sounded so good through the woods as I
pounded my cock into her.
    I fucked her against a tree and
then put her on my ride. She told me she had never had sex on a motorcycle
before. What kind of life was that? Call me what you want, but I was always a
very giving man. And I gave Rebecca every inch of my dick. I gave her a story,
a fantasy, and I made her come three times.
    When I finished, I pulled out of
her and tore the condom off my dick and dropped it to the ground. She was still
clutching the leather seat of my ride, her hips quivering as she stared at me,
out of breath.
    “I don’t have time, darlin’,” I
said.
    She started to move her legs and
let out a whimper.
    Her clit was like a wet pearl, just
there for the taking. I grinned as I lit up a fresh smoke. I guess I had
another few minutes to kill. I reached forward with my right hand and gently
touched her clit. Her hips bucked and I thought she was going to bounce off the
motorcycle. Poor chick hadn’t been fucked properly in a long time, if ever.
    She finished again before I
finished my smoke.
    She got her ass dressed and we rode
back into town.
    I took the stage twenty minutes
late and the second we hit the first chord of the first song, nobody gave a
shit anymore.
    I don’t know how it happened, but I
got through two full songs before I realized who was working at the club.
    I was moving my fingers from an