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It dawns on me what he is asking. Leaning back, I look him in the eyes with raised brows.

“You want to transfer to the Phoenix charter to help her, don’t you?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Greg is in jail, not that he would be much help to her, but I don’t think that I can stand by, especially knowing they have no family. From what I have been told by my friend, none of the racing people have stepped up to help her.”

“So, what? You are going to play the hero and save the day after what they did?”

He nods. “I can’t explain it but a part of me feels guilty for leaving her with him. Maybe I should have forgiven her and convinced her to come with me.”

“You don’t need to carry any guilt, man. They fucked up, not you, but from what I have seen from you over the last nine-ten months is that you are loyal as fuck, and we are happy to have you be a part of the club. I will talk to Pres and see what needs to be done to transfer you to Phoenix, if that is definitely something you want.”

“It is. Thanks, Jack.”

“They will be lucky to have you, Logan.” He smiles, pride shining in his eyes.

He is a good man, quiet as fuck but there when you need him. Logan has shown that he is worthy of a Rugged Skulls patch, and like I told him, the Phoenix charter will be lucky to have him. When you have been brought up in an MC, you get the feel of people, and when Logan came to us wanting to prospect, I think most of us knew that he had what it takes.

“So, this chick you want to swoop in and save. Will she be welcoming?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“It will be a battle, but one I am willing to fight. I thought that I would marry her one day, then everything went to shit, but everyone deserves a second chance, right?”

“Fuck yeah, brother. Hell, the first generation of this club has their fair share of stories to tell. Fuck, most in the second generation do too, but in the end we all get what we want. If she is worth the fight, then fucking fight, man.”

He laughs, looking over at where some of the brothers are chilling, while watching the other prospect clean their bikes.

“I have heard the stories, man. Fuck, I saw the tail end of what went down between Lennox and Astrid, and that was fucked up, but at the same time you have to look at it from both sides. Everyone has their own reasons for doing shit.”

I punch him lightly in the shoulder.

“When the fuck did you get so wise? How fucking old are you again?”

He smirks. “I have always been wise, Jack. Just not wearing a patch to have my say.” He winks. “I am twenty-eight.”

My eyes bug wide at how old he is.

“Fuck off, man, you do not look a day over fourteen,” I joke with him.

“I have always looked young for my age, but yeah, I am twenty-eight. It has been ten years since I last saw Valarie. I know that it is not going to be a smooth reunion.”

He is right about that. Some women hold a fucking grudge forever. My mom and Aunt Syn are two women who are the definition of holding a grudge.

I have heard the stories of the shit that went down with the older Rugged Regs, and not the Ol’ Ladies of the club. Our parents have never hid anything from us growing up, we saw the arguments, and the make-ups. I mean every couple fights, there is no way any couple in the history of planet Earth have never had an argument.

“When you transfer down to Phoenix, remember to lean on the members there. Tank is a good Pres, and with his VP, Racer, they have a solid foundation of support and loyalty. Just remember to keep your girl away from Target— that fucker is a whore at the highest level.”

“So, much like Calder and the guys then,” he jests, making me laugh.

“Yeah, like those fuckers. They could never keep their cocks in their pants, that’s for sure.”

“Dad, did you see?” Dom calls from across the yard.

“Yeah, bud. Good job.”

“You lie. I was watching you talking to Logan,” my kid replies with sarcasm coating his voice.

He walks toward us, his board tucked under his arm. He looks every bit the part of a skater kid. Baggy jean shorts that meet his knees, an old band T-shirt, and Vans on his feet. He has a baseball cap on his head that must be worn backwards, apparently; it is all the rage, and the girls love it.

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