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CHAPTER ONE

JACK

“I don’t see why I need to learn history, it is in the past. We live in a society that doesn’t want to learn from anything they see or hear. They always do the same stupid shit over and over again and then whine about it,” my smart-witted son says to me as we sit at a table in the clubhouse doing his homework.

“Language,” gets called from across the room.

I look over my shoulder to see my sister Perri, leaning against the bar smiling at us, my mom, Risky next to her.

“I grew up in an MC, Aunt Perri, what did you expect my daily dialogue would be like?” Dom calls back, making me snigger at the look on my sister’s face.

“I expected your dad to know better. You are ten years old, Dom, you should not be this streetwise. Be a kid for longer, yeah.”

“Not a chance,” my kid replies.

“Leave the boy alone. He needs to grow up. One day he will run this club, like his grandfather and uncle,” Mom pipes in; the look she shows is one of pride for her family.

She is right, Dom will take the helm of the club one day, but that will be his choice, not anyone else’s. With my father handing the gavel to my twin brother Royal, I will take Opal’s VP patch and stand proud at my brother’s side.

“If he wants to. He has plenty of time to decide what he wants in life,” I tell them.

“Of course he does. My grandbaby can do whatever the hell he wants,” Mom replies.

I turn back to Dom and help him with his homework. Taking him in, I can’t help but feel pride in the man he is becoming but I will not push him to grow up too quickly; I want him to enjoy his childhood like we all did.

When his bitch of a mother arrived at the club claiming she was pregnant with my kid, my body felt like it had turned to stone. I was shit scared, and even cried. I am not ashamed to say that. I was fourteen, for crying out loud.

My world had come crashing down around me; I lived for the club and here I was, a teenage boy with a kid on the way. The pregnancy was shitty at best. She was always coming to the club making demands, treating people like they were there to serve her because she was carrying the President’s grandchild. She also knew that none of the women could hit her while pregnant.

The club rallied around me, making sure that I had everything I needed, especially support and guidance. The other club kids also had my back: the girls stepped up with schoolwork and emotions and shit, while the guys were always there to help me when I needed it.

To this day there will never be enough appreciation for them for what they did for me and Dominic.

Since his mother brought him into the world, we have not seen her. She tried getting money for my son, but my mom pulled her little blade and made idle threats to cut her into pieces.

Over the years I had to adapt to having a kid. My social life became non-existent, because I wanted to be the best father for Dom, not just some stereotypical teen biker dad. I wanted to prove everyone wrong.

“Why is Royal running across the yard?” Luna asks as she steps into the main room.

I frown and push to my feet, leaving Dom at the table. My mom is hot on my heels when we breach the outside.

He is yelling words but even as his twin I have no fucking clue what he is saying, as he tosses some bags into the bed of his truck.

He runs back to the side of the clubhouse, my mom gasping, and I snigger at seeing my brother run. He fucking hates running. He says that he will only run if he is being chased or…

“Fuck me. Tree is in labor,” I rush out.

“IT’S BABY TIME!” my mom bellows.

Everyone looks up, or comes running outside, as I run over to the truck, meeting my brother and his Ol’ Lady there.

“Looking good, sweetness.” I kiss her head, pulling her to me.

My brother pushes me off his woman, making me laugh and Tree smirk.

“He is freaking out,” she whispers.

“You think?” I wink.

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