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Fate took my hand. “Thank you. It’s about three years old now. I had been so nervous about it. Dad wanted it renovated and he waited until I graduated, then wanted me to do it. Man, was I afraid he would hate it.”
“Nah, Dad was bursting with pride when he saw it,” Justice said.
I had to admit as I studied the building that it was magnificent.
“Wow, this doesn’t look like an MC compound,” Scarlet exclaimed.
I agreed. Peering up above the double doors, I spotted an awesome looking symbol. It seemed to be a large metal replica of an unusual logo. With a skull in the center, surrounded by wings and a sword hilt.
“How cool,” I said and looked over at Fate.
“The Requiem.” He smiled at me and rolled his sleeve up to show me a tattoo, same logo.
“All of us have it.” Liberty nodded as he showed me the same tat on his inner forearm.
Justice nodded and showed us his upper arm.
Legend pointed to his neck and there it was again.
Glory smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “Mine is right over my heart, so your loss.”
Everyone laughed.
The double doors opened and an older man stood there as he grinned at the group.
“Uncle Zed!” Fate exclaimed and hugged the man.
“Redemption called and told me you all would be arriving soon,” the man told us as he patted Fate’s back. Pulling away, he stepped aside so they could all pass through and said, “Welcome home, boys!” Looking over at Glory, he grinned. “And Princess G is here.”
“Winkle Z!” She hugged him. “We all missed you.”
“I missed y’all too.” He smiled.
“Winkle?” I asked.
“That is adorable,” Scarlet said.
Nodding his head, Zed laughed.
“Glory calls him that,” Fate said.
Glory smiled at me and explained, “When I was like three, I couldn’t pronounce Uncle Zed and as close as I got was Winkle Z.”
“It makes me feel pretty darn special,” Zed said as he chuckled and tipped his cowboy hat at us.
“You are special,” Glory kissed his cheek.
Zed looked embarrassed as he smoothed his short graying beard with his hand and said, “Yeah, sure I am, until I begin to really look like Rip Van Winkle and I start sleeping too much.” He motioned for us to keep heading further inside.
Everyone chuckled at his joke as they moved to where he motioned.
I followed and was instantly struck by the way the place was set up. If a person would imagine an MC compound, theysure wouldn’t think of this. It had an open floor plan, high airy ceilings, leather sofas, easy chairs and a long table that had several laptops on it. A huge screen TV lined one wall. The other walls had posters of motorcycles and there were some paintings of car races, boxers in a match and other scenes with motorcycles. Then several paintings hung here and there with Rockwell traits, like boys fishing, and family oriented pieces too. I paused and peered at one scene. Then my eyes widened at the small signature at the bottom.Fate Walker.Turning my head, I stared at him.
Fate shrugged his shoulders and said, “Yeah, I paint a little.”
“A little?” Justice laughed. “He had enough canvases to do a gallery showing in Houston and he made tons of money.”
I kept staring at the paintings while in awe of Fate’s talent.
