Bear is the President of The Wolves
Haisley is a small-town waitress
Bear lives for his MC
Haisley is barely living for herself
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Can he finally let his guard down and love or will he push her away and drink away the loneliness he feels deep within...
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Bear had finished up with the conversation with his Tech guy. He made his way down to the bar. Many of his brothers were still off on runs. The others stayed down at the bar to get pissy drunk.
"whats up, Prez-o." Chains pat his shoulder firmly as he walked from behind him.
"Well first, never. Ever, call me Prez-O. Second, I'm grabbing a beer" Bear walks behind the bar a grabs him a beer. He looks up to see his brothers staring at him.
"what are you fuckers staring at?" Bear asks rolling his eyes and pressing the opening of his beer to his lips. He tilts his head back and lets the bitter substance graze his tongue.
"well...you've been missing for the last few hours. You're always in your office during the day." K-9 speaks up with a smirk on his face. "so what the hell has our Prez been up to?"
They all knew where he was and he sure as hell knew they knew it. He has to bite his tongue so the smile wouldn't form on his face.
"that is none of you business" he replied making the other brother chuckle. Bear huffed, acting as if he was annoyed with the boys.
"Enough bullshitting. We have church in 30." Bear speaks loud enough to make everyone go silent. They hung to his every word. Church always meant busy and no time for fucking around.
