Booster
I drop Lena off at her house, telling her that I’ll come back as soon as I can make it. I’ve got my choices and my mind made up—now all I have to do is execute this plan flawlessly.
And, I know that I will. I’m Booster Wylde, after all, and I’m nothing if not in control of my life.
I think about my conversation with Lena and what it’s going to bring. A lot of damn change, that’s for sure. Moving away from the MC … I’m going to have to pick up some kind of clean job. It’s going to be strange, but I have enough money from the businesses that are tied up with the MC that it won’t have us hurting while I do so. I could probably get away with not working at all for a while.
I laugh. I do that, though, I’ll end up getting bored.
Despite what I’m about to do, I arrive at the club in a pretty decent mood. I pull up to the front. There are a few of the Wylde Ones out front, and they look at me, a little surprised. I had told them that I would be out all day; I don’t think that they suspected that I would be back so soon. In all honesty, I hadn’t thought that I would be, either. I thought that I would need to fight with Lena, make her believe me.
I should have known that I would be able to trust her and her faith in me.
I walk up to the front, nodding to the boys that are there.
“Get everyone together. I have something important that I need to say to everyone.”
Apprehension crackles through the clubhouse. People are roused from pool games and booze, a small handful tugged away from getting their dicks wet in some club girl pussy. Pixie and Happy are the last ones to join us; I can tell that they were getting up to much the same, and Happy’s not too happy about being disturbed.
Oh well. He’ll have to get over it, because what I have to say is more important than him getting a good fuck in.
“Well, now that everyone is here,” I say, loud enough to get everyone’s attention. “There’s a few things we need to talk about. Over the last few months, some of you might have noticed some big changes around here. I’ve been doing more stuff behind the scenes, doing less out with the club. That’s something that happens. Sometimes you get wrapped up in work and you start to pull away from people that you called family.
“But it’s more than that,” I go on. “It’s more than that … and I think it always has been. The less I was around, the more shit started to happen. The more faith I put in certain people to help run this shindig, the more things kept getting fucked up from negligence. It’s partly my fault, I know. If I’m being honest with you guys, I haven’t been interested in this club in a long, long time.”
There’s a murmur that goes through the crowd, and I let that little nugget sink in before I go on.
“It’s not any one person’s fault. This is just how things are. And it’s for this reason that I’m stepping down as president—”
There, I get the real uproar.
It ripples through the club like a thunderstorm. I see that they weren’t expecting that. Maybe me telling them things needed to change, that something needed to happen to turn the club around, but this is a bomb that they never expected to be dropped. I let them have their moments, yelling this and that about Booster no, and Booster why, before I hold my hands up.
“I have a baby on the way, and someone special to me that I’ve found is more important and worth more time and investment than salvaging an MC. Which brings me to my next order of business. Happy. Come here.”
I look over to Happy, and so does everyone else. Despite the fact that I know this is what Happy’s wanted, he doesn’t look like he trusts anything that I’m about to do—and he shouldn’t. I wait until Happy is standing near me before I start speaking again.
“Happy here has been beside me … faithfully … for a long time. As my VP, it’s always been him who’s helped run this place. So much so that he’s taken it upon himself to actively try and oust me from my position behind mine and your backs. If you want to know why I had no knowledge of the raid you guys did on the high school, why I was so heavily drugged after, just ask him. He can be your new president … or he can not. But I figured you all should know who the ‘leader’ you would be leaning on would be like.”
That information is the real kicker. That was something else that I pieced together over my days of recovering after the raid—everyone thought that it was my idea, not Happy’s. They thought that they were acting on my orders, not Happy’s. I decided to keep that information to myself, until now.
All eyes turn on Happy. He pales.
“B-booster, come on now, don’t go joking like that—”
“Did I sound like I was joking?” I shrug. “Anyway, it’s not my problem anymore. You all can do with what you want with that information. I’ll clean out my shit this week; I hope most of you make the best of this.”
A few of them try to get me to stay. They ask me not to do this, tell me that the MC needs a man like me—but it really, truly, doesn’t. An MC needs a man that has his heart invested in it, and my heart is somewhere else.
It doesn’t take me long to ride to Lena’s place. I’ve spent as much time today in the company of Happy and the Wylde Ones (upon thinking about it, I hope they decide to rebrand themselves. Maybe Happy’s Boys?) I laugh at the thought.
I pull up to Lena’s house, parking the bike. I make it halfway up the porch when Lena’s door opens up to her, standing in her doorway. She’s changed into some more comfortable clothing; something baggy. I realize that they’re maternity clothes. She’s already started buying.
For some reason, that makes me grin. I scoop her up into my arms and kiss her deeply, moaning against her lips as I do.
“I take it everything went well,” she murmurs against my mouth. I chuckle.
“Better than well.”