Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

in the world to do. I can't imagine how Ink must be handling Roth being in the clubhouse.

"Would you look at what the fucking cat dragged in." This time when I turn a mop of fire red hair is in my line of sight.

"What the fuck Maven!" I pull her into a hug, and she squeezes me back. Her eyes are bright, and her face is slightly flush. She looks good, like she's healing. When I look around the room that is exactly what everyone looks like. So why the fuck couldn't I? I push her back to get a better look at her, "How you doing? Clean dead yet?"

"Ugh, nope. Not that he’s not asking for it. If he wasn't so fucking big, I would have a better fucking chance." She jokes and points in the direction of the bar. A large portion of the crew along with someone I'm not really familiar with are sitting tossing back drinks.

"Let me go check in with them. I'll find you later." I look over my shoulder to Roth and Vexx to give them a nod as I leave them. Maven links an arm with mine and we walk through the small crowd towards the group at the bar.

"Oh ship!" Mack says loudly when he catches my eye.

They all turn and the excitement on all of their faces is almost fucking comical. What the fuck am I the goddamn Easter Bunny?

"Wire, Brother I didn't expect you for another week or so." Clean comes up to me and embraces me.

"Yeah, had some issues up north, shortened that leg of my journey."

"We need to look into it?" Clean stares me right in the eye. He would do it too. If I told him that I wanted those four fucks dead, he would find a way to do it. That's just how fucking loyal he was.

"Nah, it wasn't anything big, but I did get a visit from Genie."

"No shit? How is he?"

"The same, worried about his club, worried about us." Genie may no longer be on his bike, but I'm sure if he could give it all up, he would come right back to us. "Looks like everyone is finally coming back to life here. It's good to see."

Ink and Jazmine are in the corner kissing on each other while Siren is behind the bar with a few other girls from Eve's Fury.

"Yeah, I think we’re going to be ok. But we're not complete and you know it."

I put my head down, of course they aren't complete. Prez isn’t here and that's on me. "Prez would have been proud of everything that you're doing."

Clean scoffs and shoves his hands into his pockets. "I know it Wire, but that's not what I'm talking about. When are you coming back?"

This shit again. I didn't have the patience or the emotional capacity right now to deal with this shit. I can't come back. I would be lying to them and myself if I said that I was in the right frame of mind to be a part of all this again. I don't trust myself. If I can't trust myself then how can I expect them to trust me? It can't happen.

"Clean, go somewhere with that." I flip my hand up and try to walk away.

He grabs me hard by my arm and turns me back in his direction.

"You still loyal to that patch brother?" He moves in close so he can talk into my ear.

"Fuck yes. You know I am." I answer right away.

"Then look below mine and remember your place." My eyes roll down below his Wings of Diablo patch to the President tags. He's right I'm being disrespectful as fuck to someone who is supposed to be the president of our founding chapter.

"My bad." I take a step back and address him how I should.

"Come, let's talk." Clean walks past me and straight towards church expecting me to follow.

When we get inside and close the doors all the sound from the outside disappears. I can still feel the bass through the floorboards, but no more sound.

"Wire. What the hell are you trying to prove?" Clean asks before we even have a chance to fully sit down at the table.

"Excuse me? What do you mean what am I trying to prove? I'm not trying to prove shit. I'm doing what I need to do."

"Yeah? And what the fuck is that exactly, because all I see is you riding around the fucking country with no back up putting yourself at risk. I see you punishing yourself for some shit that none of us saw coming. Yeah, you were the president and you should have seen it, but you've paid the price already. Stop this shit. There is nothing to gain from you staying nomad." He speaks quickly and his cheeks get red as he does. Clean has been thinking about this for a long time.

"Do you think that I would do that shit again? That I would let traitors into our clubhouse?" I ask.

"No, of course not."

"I think I will. I say that because I don't even know how I did it in the first place. I don't know where I went fucking left Clean. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that I was making the club stronger and look what I did. You may be willing to run into the fire for me, but I don't want that fucking responsibility. I don't want to be the one to get my family killed or our women hurt. I'm fucking broken Clean. Double guessing every fucking decision, I have ever made, and I don't see that shit stopping any time soon." I lean forward in the chair so he can see how serious I am. "Clean you're all better off without someone like me here."

Clean leans back in his chair, the seat of the president, one that used to be mine. "Wire, you think I want this responsibility? I don't. I'm not built for