Torch was Stacey’s old man. The guy just fucking broke. He’s a shell of a man that he used to be. He watched as the building collapsed and he realized that Stacey was gone.
I saw Torch so broken when he came to see me one night, drunk off his ass, and told me how much it killed him to see the wreckage and know that Stacey did not make it. It occurred to me right then that I needed to get my head on straight and go after my woman because we don’t know how much time we’ve got in this life. I understand that more than anyone realizes.
Life is too fucking short. I needed to stop being a fucking coward and claim my fucking woman before someone else does.
So, I went.
I’m chasing after my woman, and fuck anyone who tries to get in my way.
I knew that Prez and my brothers would not have a problem with it.
There is one thing about the Vicious Snakes. We play hard, party hard, and love harder.
I’ve heard my brothers say it, but the woman for me had never came along back then. There is nothing like the love of a good woman.
I watched Krista from the sidelines. She was an amazing woman and I could see her sadness. I never understood it until her father walked into the club and I realized who she was.
Everyone who was friends with the Wicked Dragons knew to keep an eye out for their lost princess. Krista had dyed her hair dark brown, put on coloured contacts, and was always in scrubs. The picture we had of her was in full biker chick gear and blonde hair with black rimmed glasses. She looked nerdy with a biker chick look.
It’s fucking crazy how much she changed her appearance, but she couldn’t completely leave the biker life behind. She was hiding in plain sight and she had to have known that this wasn’t a rival club.
I got on my bike and headed out. It was a good eight-hour drive, but I didn’t want to waste any more time.
The Wicked Dragons clubhouse was the first place that I went to. I needed to check in since I was wearing my Vicious Snakes cut.
I pulled up to the gates and told the prospect who I am.
He nodded his head and opened the gates. I had no doubt that they were expecting me. My Prez would have called ahead.
When I pulled up on my bike, there were some brothers that I had met before when they came down to get Krista. They nodded at me. It wasn’t long before their Prez was taking steps towards me.
“Pyro, heard you were coming in. What can we do for ya?” he asks as he crosses his arms over his chest and stands tall.
Here is the part where I say that I have business in town and leave it vague, or I tell him the truth and let him kick my ass now. Either way, I will have to tell him that I came for one reason only.
“I’m here for Krista,” I state.
He narrows his eyes at me. “What could you possibly want with my daughter?”
I stand up taller and look him right in the eyes.
“I’m here to claim my woman.”
At this point we are having a stare down, but there is no way that I'm going to back down.
This woman is mine and no one better get in my fucking way.
“You think you’re the man for my Krista?” he asks in a no bullshit tone.
“I am the man for her. I was a fucking fool thinking that I could stay away from her because that woman is something else. She’s mine. I’m here to fucking prove that to you, her, and all your brothers. This club means something to her, but so does mine, and I’m not going to let her go.”
There’s silence. No one is speaking. I can see him looking at me trying to figure out if I'm serious, but if I have to prove that I am then “fuck it” because she’s worth whatever they throw at me.
“She’s my baby girl and I thought something bad had happened to her. Fucking cut me deep, not knowing. If she wants you gone, you’re gone. No question about it,” he stares me down until I nod my head at him.
“You’ve got it,” I say while we both finally relax our stance.
I thought that he might be protective of her, but he seems to have an understanding look about him. There was a reason she ran away from him and I have a feeling that’s the only reason he’s leaving the decision up to Krista on whether I stay or go.
Krista
I’ve been back for a couple months. My family has barely let me out of their sight. I can’t blame them. They had spent months thinking that I was dead in a ditch somewhere.
Especially after we headed back to attend Stacey’s funeral. My dad seemed to squeeze me a bit tighter than he usually does, if that was even possible.
I wanted to stay and be there for my friends, but my dad needed me by his side. I wasn’t sure when he would be ready to let me go again.
I pull up to the clubhouse. I’ve only really left it lately to spend time at my dad’s house. I still have a brother on me constantly, but I think that’s more for making sure that I don’t run away.
Bullet hasn’t spoken a word to me since I got back. I get nothing but the cold shoulder, but I don’t know what to do if he did say something because I feel the same way about Pyro.
They both make me feel the same
