One year later
Joker
My clubhouse is a f*cking daycare center now, not that I was complaining. I looked down at my two one-year-olds sleeping in their carrier that was strapped across my body. It seemed to be my permanent look. Badass biker with my cut on and babies strapped to me.
I chuckled thinking about a couple of months ago when some new bikers rolled into town looking to put down some roots. I had no problem with another club in town, but I was adamant that they had the same beliefs we did. They did not. They saw us as weak with all the children in our compound. They had been doing surveillance on us as we were on them.
They attacked, we wiped out their whole club. They weren’t expecting our women to fight with us. They had attacked on a family day, their first mistake.
