Rockstar
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Nine years ago, half the club went to California to see about opening a chapter there. My Prez, Butcher, had decided it wasn’t worth it and reported that back to the main chapter. We had stopped at a stoplight when we heard screaming. We immediately saw two women being attacked, and we took action. I picked up a young girl covered in blood, and Butcher picked up a crying woman. We put them in our traveling van, took them to the hospital, and paid for their medical bills. Butcher gave the doctor a card in case the girl and woman needed anything else, but he never heard from them.”
“That was me, and my mama. You killed my attackers?”
“I did. I was a prospect at the time. I got patched that summer.”
“Oh, my God. What a small world. I’ve w
