WILLOW I settled onto the bike behind Colt as his Harley rumbled into life. As we pulled out of the parking space, I leaned into his back and wrapped my arms around him, not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to feel his closeness. “Left,” I said as we rolled to a stop … Read more
WILLOW “Thank you,” I said as Colt offered me a glass of water. I barely knew Packard, any the men really, but I still felt the pang of his loss. When I’d first met the BDMC, I thought they were just hired guns or a bunch of thugs. I’d quickly realized I was wrong, but … Read more
WILLOW I’d been staying with Colt the past week as he, and the rest of the BDMC, prepared to say their final goodbyes to their lost brothers. I didn’t go with him as he helped the families with arrangements and tried to comfort his brothers’ wives and children as much as he could. I’d have … Read more