Repentance: Wolfpack MC

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It seemed like hours had passed as I sat on my Harley in the driveway of the rundown apartment building looking up at the young woman standing in the window on the third floor. My boots, black leather cut and my blue jeans were soaked from the cold New York rains reminding of that dark day in the cemetery when my world had begun unwinding around me. It had been four years and I still didn't really like the rain or the cold. They made me uneasy and brought back brutal memories.

I ran my hand through my hair, gathering up my courage to kick down the kickstand, walk up to the door and into the building. After some minor flirting, I was able to get Ms. Norris, an old lady on the first floor to provide me the room number of the woman that had taken the last two years of my life to find. She complemented me on how handsome I was multiple times before I was able to make a break for it while she continued talking about how I reminded her of her high school sweetheart. I made my way up the stairs, my steps heavy and my heart pounding in my chest the closer I got my destination. The sweat of nervousness forming on my brow as I tried to come up with whatever lame words I would say that she would actually take the time to listen to.

Thinking back, it had been a cold day for both of us. The day I buried my younger half-brother; her fiancée. Her hate for the club became legendary in the small town of Salem, Indiana we both called home. She had made it clear she wanted nothing more to do with bikers or our world. To add insult to injury, she hadn't even known I'd existed. I had done everything I could to keep out of her sight as much as possible when she was seeing Piston. How was I supposed to do what I came to do knowing what I did? She would fight the ever loving fuck out of me if she didn't shoot me first. If she even bothered to open door first.

I stood outside the door for what felt like ten minutes before gathering up the balls to knock. I had to mentally kick myself for what Stray and the other brothers, especially Mac would say if they saw me just standing there like a pussy. I shivered at the thought of how Mac would no doubt bust my balls for the rest of my natural life. The club's enforcer; scared to approach a woman and talk to her. Fuck that. I wasn't about to give the bastard the satisfaction.

The young woman that answered the door was dwarfed by my full 6' 5" and covered in paint. Christ, I had to catch my breath and steady my knees at how her beauty still affected me. She had her dark hair tied back in pigtails that came down just above the middle of her back if let down to their full length with plum highlights wound into the dark brown. She wore a simple black tank-top that had a red heart on it that looked as if it was spray painted graffiti and a white coat to protect her clothes from the paint she was dealing with jeans that were capris cut with the bottoms hemmed up to her knees. Around her neck, she wore what looked like a shark tooth on a leather necklace. She wore ear buds in her ears that she took out so she could talk to me. From the frown on her face and the roll of her eyes she gave me, she obviously wasn't interested in hearing anything that I was thinking about saying.

"Can I help you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least but seemed to know who I belonged to the minute she laid her eyes on my patch that read the rank of enforcer on my chest. I guess this was what a life such as hers would do to you if you had been through the hell that she had. Her dad had been a cop and a damned good one that was taken down by pancreatic cancer while her ex-fiancée was the lieutenant of the Wolfpack Motorcycle Club. The dominant club of the state of Indiana.

"Star Myers?" I asked her after gathering my wits enough and not gawking at her body like some overly hormonal idiot. I could see she wore my brother's ring that he had given her as a proposal on her right ring finger like a widow that lost her husband. The pain in my chest at this point was almost unbearable and I almost called the whole thing off. How could I justify dragging her back into a life that held so much pain for her? I'd nearly committed suicide on multiple occasions only to have the club brothers saving my ass time and time again after my brother died.