My life wasn't heading in the direction I'd always envisioned for myself. I had men and women who were depending on me here now. I couldn't just throw everyone out now that my fight was all but over.
I certainly hadn't ever seen myself as part of a bike crew, but it looks like that's where I am. I've found over the last three years that it serves a purpose of sorts.
Besides, I'd grown used to having the guys around, and they'd chosen me as their fearless leader, poor fucks. So no, if I gave it up now, it would look like I'd got what I wanted and then ditched the people who helped me get it.
I'd walked into the kitchen, avoiding her as though she were a bomb about to detonate. She hadn't missed a beat, just kept up her humming and walking back and forth from the stove to the fridge and back.
When she started talking like we were an old married couple, asking me shit like what I had planned for the day, and I found myself looking forward to sharing, I knew I was in trouble.