Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Pat looked toward his father and sighed.
“I met someone,” Pat said.
There was no way he could keep talking about club stuff. Doc was not a member of the club. All he could do was warn him.
“You did?” Doc asked.
“Yeah. She’s a good woman. Young.”
“Young? How young?”
Pat sighed and then shrugged. “Twenty-four.”
“Fuck, that is young. You sure you want to be dabbling with a young girl?”
“She was a virgin,” Pat said, and his dad burst out laughing.
“Trust me, son, that is what they all say.”
“No, Dad, she was,” Pat said. “And Ava is not ... she’s not someone I want you to laugh about. I mean it.”
He put his cup down as his hands clenched into fists. “Wow.”
“What?” Pat asked.
“You’re acting the way I did when I met your mother. That woman was a firecracker.” Doc laughed, and Pat heard the sadness in his voice. “Fuck me, that woman was a force to be reckoned with. You know, one of the days I made a date with her, and I can’t remember exactly what happened, but I didn’t show up for the date. I was hanging out with the boys, and they told me I didn’t need to go and do what a broad wanted me to do.” Doc chuckled. “I was at the clubhouse, around the back. We had a nice little fire going. I was drinking, smoking. A couple of girls were getting naked and teasing the other guys. Your mother came around, and trust me, she stood out like a sore thumb. She had on one of those fifties’ kind of dresses. It was tight against her waist and had this big, poofy skirt. Fucking ugly thing, but she looked so beautiful.”
“Her hair was curled around her face, and she looked so striking. Black hair, as well. Glossy. There was fire in her eyes, and she stormed right up to me, took my bottle, and threw it to the floor. She told me I had one chance with her, and if I wanted to stick around, boinking, and yes, she used that word, boinking trash, then my chance with her was done. She was a good woman, a nice woman, a hardworking woman, and if I didn’t get my head out of my ass and see it, then the next thing I would see was her, married to a man that did deserve her.” Doc chuckled. “And she slapped me around the face for good measure. After that, she spun on her heel, and I was a fucking lapdog. Never looked at another woman since.”
Pat remembered his mom. She had been a firecracker. It had taken her and his dad a long time to finally have him. He wasn’t sure on the details, but he believed his mother struggled to have kids—he believed it was called endometriosis—or his father had a low sperm count. Back then, he didn’t know if it had a name. Kids would not be likely, and it was a miracle they had conceived him. There hadn’t been any more children, even though he knew his mother would have loved more.
He didn’t talk about his past. If he was honest, he didn’t talk about a whole lot.
It was a hard time for Doc and Bull, and the club. He knew Bull felt bad because he didn’t stop his own father in time from messing up the club.
“Mom was one of a kind,” Pat said.
They were silent for several minutes. The only interruption was the sound of a deep voice, the clearing of a throat.
“Sorry to interrupt the ... reunion, but, uh, Bull is on his way, and he’s got Ava and some kind of sister and a dog with him.”
Pat looked toward his father. “What?”
“Yeah, so it would seem the news of the shoot-out at the garage made the rounds in town. Your girl found out, and she marched into the clubhouse. She refused to leave and was being a pain in the ass. From what Maddie told me, she put her foot down and told Bull he was to get his ass in her car and take her to where you were, so she knew you were okay. I don’t think Bull likes your girl. Anyway, they’re not in her car, but they are in Bull’s car and should be here soon.”
Grant had a busted lip.
Pat got to his feet. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Grant asked.
“Punching you.”
“Please, I deserved it, and don’t go apologizing for shit you don’t need to. I’ll lose respect for you.”
“So, does this mean I get to meet your girl?” Doc asked.
Pat didn’t know what to say, and it wasn’t like he had a long enough time to say anything as he heard the car coming into the driveway. They were around the back, so he followed his dad to the front. The porch went all the way around the cabin.