β Scribed by Roxanne Greening; R. Greening
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
When life kept kicking me in my woman balls. I did the only thing I could do, I kept fighting until the fight was too much. Thatβs when I waved my white flag and called on my Hail Mary. Maria I was in trouble, and itβs more then I could possibly handle on my own. To save my sister, I did the one thing I promised myself I would never do. I went to him. To the one man who destroyed my world and took my soul. Being with him was like being on an out of control train, it was quickly heading for destruction. Leaving devastation and soul-sucking loneliness in its wake. Itβs been a long time since Iβve laid eyes on him and for a good reason. Two whole years and now I was at his door looking for the help I wasnβt so sure he would give. But when he agreed to save me, it came with a price. A price I wasnβt sure I wanted to pay. Crow I was the president of the Bloody Saints MC, and she was like a stick of dynamite. Light her fuse and watch her explode, no fear and no apologies. She was the perfect old lady. Thatβs what drew me to her. Two weeks of passion and then she was gone. I hunted her to the ends of the earth and found nothing. I wanted to keep searching, but I had responsibilities to my brothers and my club. I never thought I would see her again. Imagine my surprise when she walked into my clubhouse two years later demanding my help. She was just as crazy and ballsy as the day I met her. She didnβt ask, she told and expected results. When I found out about our son, I knew I wasnβt letting her go a second time. She wanted my help? She had to pay the price. Her life and mine until death do us part.
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