Page 25 of Empower

The first one I saw was Storm’s Sgt at Arms Clip. He has one inch on my dad and about thirty extra pounds of muscle.

Then there’s Ripper who is the Icer of the club. No one wants to deal with him when he gets riled. Myself included.

Then there’s Cason who oversees all the MC’s funds and whatnot. He may not look like much at five foot eleven weighing a buck eighty, but he can lay your ass out and not even break a sweat. He wasn’t on a SEAL team; no, he came from a horrible background that had taken a great turn for him when he was taken in by the mother chapter in Clearwater.

Also, Tank is the Enforcer. He resembles a bull. He is six foot four two hundred and eighty pounds and does have an ounce of fat.

The Road Captain is Gravel he makes sure all the runs go according to plan and scopes out any possible dangers along the way also Porter and Hippie along with a few patched members as well plus about six or seven prospects.

It was hard to get into this MC which isn’t why a lot of people wanted in; it was because of what they stood for. Yes, they were one-percenters to the whole world who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, though they were respectful if you earned their respect.

To them just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean you will be treated with respect, you’ve gotta earn it, same as the guys.

People also wanted to be in the club because of what they stood for which was Pride, Country, and absolutely no child molesters or abusers of any kind. They represented a dying breed in a world that was becoming far too commercialized, and I loved it.

When I got home to my three-bedroom two two-bath house that yes, I paid for, but my dad did indeed remodel my bathroom and had a stand-up shower and a claw foot bathtub installed, I loved them.

He also had all my walls painted how I wanted them, and he was the one who had my power cut on, oh and he also insisted on buying all my furniture.

I tried, boy did I try to get out cheap with all of it, but Dad wouldn’t have it. My kitchen was a warm brown color, and my appliances were all stainless steel, I had a mint blue décor going on and it was one of my favorite places to be.

I had an open floor plan that flowed into my dining room and then to my living room. My living room was the same color, but I had mocha-colored everything and cream-colored lamps.

Oh, and let’s not forget my fireplace was the focal point. It sat below a mantle that had some knit knacks but above my fireplace was a picture that I treasured, it was of my mom and me on the day I was born.

I had a copy of the picture the two of us made and gave it to my dad.

Next, you have my first two bedrooms and a Jack and Jill bathroom to the right down the hall between my living room and my kitchen.

Right off my kitchen was my laundry room then beside that to the left was my room and master bath. My bedroom was my sanctuary, it was painted dark gray on three walls and the last wall that my headboard was against was mint green.

All my furniture was white with crystal handles. I had a king bed with a white duvet comforter. Wall-mounted nightstands and the same lamps from my living room in my bedroom,

I had a dresser for my makeup and some clothes and my chest of drawers that held my TV.

On the wall beside my bed, I had a heart-shaped area that held pictures. Four of my favorite pictures that were in the middle were the day I met my dad for the first time, the second was the day I got Skylar, the third was when Raine and I graduated high school, and the fourth one was of Storm picking me up and putting me on the back of his motorcycle for a surprise party for my dad’s birthday last year.

Sitting on my couch with Skylar beside me we watched as Vin Diesel flew off his car to catch Letty as she was thrown from a tank.

To have someone love you that much? That was a dream that I wanted to turn into a reality with everything in me, and I wanted that person to be Storm.

Which was why we didn’t end up going to the new club called Juice.

Because anytime someone tried to bother me, Storm was always there.

And with that many bodies in an uncontrolled space, he didn’t need a murder charge.

Instead, we celebrated at the clubhouse.

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I came back to myself when Raine elbowed me in the ribs from her seat beside me as I realized the commencement speaker had stopped talking.

She mouthed, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, then mouthed back, “Yeah.” Then I gifted her a smile.

And then... one by one we were all called.