Whether or not I wanted to think about why I hadn't wanted to be with one of the girls, the reason was walking toward me. Three and a half months ago, Viper and some of his Brothers had left the Spawns of Satan MC out of Kentucky and moved down to Arkansas. Angel's Rebellion MC had invited them to patch over and join our club. I had met Viper through my son, Beau, and we were fast becoming close friends.
While in the Army, Beau had been in the same unit as Rebel and Predator, Viper's sons. Through a lot of conversation and learning about each other, the boys had found out they had the MC life in common. Beau learned that Reb and Pred hated the SoSMC they were tied to, but they liked the idea of the brotherhood that an MC offered. Not long after getting to know them, Beau asked if his friends could come visit on one of their leaves. I'd had no problem with that, especially since our MC needed new blood in it, and the only way of knowing if a man would be a good fit was to get to know him.
The first visit went very well, and the club invited them to come back when they had leave scheduled. Each visit with us had let us see the caliber of men they were, and I had been damned impressed with them. Someone had raised those boys right.
During their last visit before they mustered out of the Army, ARMC had invited them to prospect with us. They didn't give us an answer right off the bat. Both were reluctant to leave their pops, Viper, the VP of the SoSMC, alone to deal with Devil, the President of the club. They were deeply loyal to Viper. They said they needed to talk to their pops and see what he thought about them joining.
That would have been a confusing answer, but from their first visit, the boys had told me in confidence about all the trouble that had been going on for numerous years with the SoS. Apparently twenty years earlier, the President's son, Devil, had hated the fact that Viper made an Old Lady out of what he considered his personal property, Jennie. Devil hadn't ever made Jennie his Old Lady, instead he had kept her as his personal club whore. While within Devil’s clutches, Jennie had ended up giving birth to two of his sons, Rebel and Spawn.
When Devil decided he didn't want her anymore, he had dragged her into their clubhouse, thrown her down on the floor, said he didn't want her, and she was free for anyone to use. Viper had immediately claimed her as his Old Lady. Devil threw a fit over Viper claiming Jennie but since he didn't want to claim her for himself, his father, Satan, the President at the time, had upheld Viper's claim. A couple days after that happened, Devil had killed his father and Viper had recorded the whole conversation and subsequent murder of Satan.
Viper had attempted to use the information he had to keep Devil away from Jennie and her two sons. But his plan hadn't worked out like he had hoped. Devil had kept detailed information on what every member of the MC had done for years. His journals had included every drug and gun distribution run made, as well as all drug and gun purchases made, kills made, along with a variety of other crimes.
Simply put, Devil had blackmailed Viper and Viper had blackmailed Devil. They found themselves at a stalemate. Part of Devil's blackmail demanded that Rebel prospect and join the club and nothing was going to change his mind on that. He even threatened that if Rebel didn't prospect, he'd kill Jennie. Rebel was the oldest of Devil and Jennie's two sons, Spawn being the youngest.
Viper had apparently been thinking, planning, and strategizing for years, trying to figure out a way to get both his Old Ladies, Mia and Jennie, along with their children, away from Devil's clutches. To Viper, Reb was just as much of a son to him as his biological sons were. Spawn apparently was just like his dad and had moved in with Devil when he was nine.
After hearing that Reb and Pred were that concerned about their pops, ARMC decided to issue an invitation to Viper to come visit us with the possibility of patching over himself. I called and talked to Viper to issue the invitation, and just from that phone call alone, I was fucking impressed with him. That call had been about ten months ago; about two months later, he brought his family down for a visit. It had been a joint effort to keep the visit quiet. The SoSMC didn't need to hear any word of what Viper was contemplating.
I had been feeling restless the last few years but hadn't been able to figure out why, that is until I met Viper and his family. During the visit with the MC and subsequently observing him with his Old Ladies and kids, it had started me thinking. It bugged the hell out of me what exactly it was about him that was causing me to feel so disturbed.
The more I watched him interact with his family, the deeper the feeling of unquiet became. When the answer hit me three months ago, it had washed over me like a tidal wave. I wanted what he had or close to it. I wanted a woman and children. Yes, I had Beau, but he was a grown man with his own life to live.
Fuck, here I was at forty-three years old and figured I was
