The Sacred Hearts MC Box Set by A.J. Downey

Author:A.J. Downey [Downey, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.J. Downey

My dad didn’t cry after my mother died. When I’d rolled my bike, completed, out of the garage and into the sun two years after I’d started her, he’d looked her over with a stern gaze. When his eyes had fallen on the memorial script, he’d paused; when he’d put his hand on my shoulder it had been with tears in his eyes and he’d had me patched in that night. A year after that he’d made me his VP.

Most clubs had a voting process on their VP; not my dad’s. He’d always held true to the belief that when it came to being the leader of anything that you needed to be able to trust the man at your side implicitly. The three other positions in the club, the three votes able to sway any decision, held at this time by Trig, Reaver and Doc, those positions are up for club vote. A man could choose his successor and nine times out of ten that was who would assume the mantle of whichever given office, but the club had final say.

I started Matilda up with one kick and headed back for the club while I continued roving down memory lane. I was proud of my baby and ecstatic that I was going to have Everett warming my back tonight. I wanted to share this with her and a night ride as a club, small as we were at the moment, was the perfect opportunity to ease her onto the back of my bike. I was really hoping she would take to it.

I pulled up and hit my signal to make a left through the club’s gate. Coming at me was Ashton in her Jeep. She waved through the windshield and turned up into the driveway, her friend Hayden pulled up and into the drive right behind her in some black Lexus SUV. That was Sunshine for you. Agreed to take my girl to her dancing in the morning and didn’t even have her car here to do it. Swear to God that woman would give you the shirt off her back. She and Trigger were a lot alike that way. I rode up into the lot and backed my bike into its spot.

There was a small crowd forming outside the clubhouse by now. It was warmer than it had been in days but still crisp enough that my nose was trying to run from the cold of the ride. Still, it felt really damn good to be on the bike again. I shut her off and got off, pulling off my helmet and the clear-lensed, black-framed wraparounds I was sporting to shield my eyes from the wind. I tucked the glasses in my jacket and hung the helmet off one of the handle bars.

Everett glided up in that effortless walk of hers and I pulled her against me, kissing her temple while she got a good look at the bike under the flood lights. She reached out tentative fingers and I smiled.

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