Page 76 of Garrett
And I couldn’t wait to live it.
Epilogue
Two Weeks Later
“Sup, pops?”
I was sitting in a chair at the clubhouse, barely able to keep my eyes open. It was a Thursday night just before church, and Hannah had told me to stay at the clubhouse so I could socialize before church began. Connor, seeing me, had come over and smacked me on the shoulder. Not even his firm palm could get me awake.
“Ugh,” I said. “Got any Red Bull?”
“Red Bull vodka?”
“No, just Red Bull?”
I looked up to see Connor staring at me with the intensity I’d imagine he’d aim at a rat or a Bandit. That was the thing about Connor—he was so tough and so fucking scary that many of his looks blended together. I thought Mason could be intense, but Connor took it to a different level. Connor was the closest thing we had to Butch, albeit with more hair and tattoos and less overall size.
“Fatherhood’s turned you into a pussy,” he said. “Guess I won’t be going down that road.”
“Hah, not exactly a purposeful move,” I said. “But one I have no regrets doing.”
Connor could only shrug.
“If it makes you feel—”
But we got cut off when Cole came into the room. And when I say came, I mean that he burst through—I’d never seen him walk with such anger. And boy, he did not look happy in the slightest.
“Cole?”
“Who the fuck do we need to kill?”
“We’re starting church, now,” he said. “And I’m taking my phone inside. I need to show you something.”
He called out the names of all the officers, sounding flustered and pissed. Connor and I exchanged a look but quickly went into church. I hadn’t made quite as many stupid jokes as I had back in the day, but I still was good for one or two every so often.
That was most certainly not happening right now.
It took us maybe a minute for everyone to get seated. Cole stood across from Brock, meaning he was closest to me. He had his arms folded and a look of unbelievable intensity in his eyes.
And also, a little bit of fear.
“My bar got ransacked earlier tonight,” he said. “Bunch of fucking hoodlums, probably Bandits, came through and laid waste. Too many of them for security or the bartenders to do anything about it.”
“So we fucking go—”
Cole cut Connor off.
“I didn’t need to come to Santa Maria for you guys to know that,” he said. “I could have gotten the Albuquerque police to come in, and they actually did arrest a few of the assholes. But that’s not why I’m here.”
He opened his phone, scrolled through something, and when he found it, looked at his phone with a snort. Finally, he put the phone in front of me.
“Garrett, read out loud what you see and then pass it on.”
I looked down. Someone had sprayed graffiti on the wall.
“Vandalism,” I said. “Fucking—”
“What does it say, Garrett?” Cole said, his voice impatient. “What the fuck does it say?”
The words meant nothing to me, but judging by the tone in Cole’s voice, I knew they’d mean something very soon. And I knew that it wasn’t anything good.
“Fallen Saints.”
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