My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust . . . but I didn’t.
I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass – the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while.
The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. Now that Rancid’s gone, our new national charter Prez, Jameson having me patch into another charter. One where I’ll be free to be who I am. What a load of shit that is. Or at least, it’s what I thought.
I’m a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I’d gamble with.
Rely on Me
I swore an oath; to protect not only the club, but the woman in charge. She never knew the way I felt about her, not that I had a chance.
After Dog was killed she moved on with the fresh blood in the club.
I hated it, but I had to accept it. After all, when Gamble made up her mind there wasn’t anyone who’d make her think otherwise.
A bit of time has come and gone and we’re facing bigger threats than we ever did before. We knew of some enemies and now more are coming out of the woodwork. A few are trying to have Baltimore be where they build their empires. They’re simple turf wars, shit we can handle.
But one enemy is someone we weren’t expecting. They knew a secret we kept hidden very well, the paternity of Gamble’s daughter.
There are rules in this life, and you just don’t cross some. Well, our enemies didn’t care. They crossed it, and now the youngest person in our charter might not make it through.
They were supposed to rely on me. How can they do that now?
The better question is — how will anyone ever be able to again?