Weasel stood outside of the clubhouse and lit up a cigarette, staring up at the night sky. When had his life become so fucking morbid that he found a sense of peace staring up into nothingness? He missed being the guy who could stick his dick into any woman’s pussy, ass, or mouth.

He’d even done that to a couple of women a long time ago, and they had begged him for it. Then afterward they wanted a kiss. Fucking disgusting but that was the world he lived in, and for so long that was what he’d relished.

He’d been part of the Soldiers long enough that he couldn’t imagine being anything else. Not that he wanted to be anything else. Riding on his bike, working with the Soldiers, it was in his blood.

He couldn’t be in a suit working a nine-to-five job. That was never who he wanted to be, and he certainly couldn’t fucking conform to what society wanted.

Yet he was lonely, and he was jealous of the guys who had found love, that one woman who wouldn’t spread their fucking thighs for anyone else. Was that all he wanted? Some woman who hadn’t been fucked by another brother?

Damn, he was becoming a pussy in his old age. It had to be. His birthday was approaching, and he’d be turning forty, and when he looked back, he had fuck all. The club went without saying. He had no kids, no woman, nothing else.

A lot of the guys left the clubhouse, going to their old ladies or their girlfriends. He’d seen a couple of the Prospect’s wouldn’t even bring their women to the club. Were they afraid of losing them to the other brothers? They did often compete; it was in their blood. Some guys just found it funny to get any woman to sit on their dick.

Of course Prospects didn’t usually do a lot, nor did they fight. What Prospects didn’t realize was it actually made members take longer to decide to patch them in. To be part of the Soldiers was to be part of the brotherhood. If you weren’t prepared to fight a brother for your own woman, when would you fight?

Taking a deep draw on his cigarette, he smirked up at the big motherfucking moon. There was a time he’d have never seen a moon, purely because he would be fucking some woman and have her screaming his name.

That seemed like years ago.

Dude, it was that long.

The sound of heels on the pavement had him turning, and he was stunned to see Vengeance’s sister Renee. She stood at the gates, arms folded, looking up at the clubhouse. She looked fucking cold. The shirt she wore doing little to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Yeah, it had been a long time since he last saw this woman. Without a doubt he knew that she wasn’t invited here.

Vengeance and Renee had a big blowout. Names were called, threats were made, and she had run out, telling him and the club that they were all scum. Of course she had gone and followed a man and hadn’t even bothered to get back in touch.

“Look at what the cat dragged in,” Weasel said, waiting as Renee walked toward him.

“Hey,” she said, resting her hands on her hips. “How are you?”

“Well, I’m shocked to see such a pristine angel here, you know, slumming it with the scum of the earth.”

Renee paused, and he watched as she rubbed her head. “I, ugh, I came to see Vengeance.”

“Last time I checked, he’s busy.” He took another long drag on his cigarette and then blew it out.

“How are you doing, Weasel?”

“I’m doing good. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Vengeance. I wanted to apologize.”

“You mean that asshole who fed you lies about the club and turned you against us has left you?” he asked.

Yeah, he was a miserable bastard, and being especially asshole-ish to her. And as much as he knew it wasn’t his place to be talking to her in this way, he had his own shit to deal with.

And that had to do with the fact he had a major hard-on for Renee. He had for a long fucking time.

* * *

Renee saw the anger in Weasel’s eyes, and she couldn’t blame him. She had made so many mistakes over the years, and leaving with a man who was a judgmental asshole was top of the list. It was embarrassing. While she had been out working her ass off, he’d been fucking woman after woman. She had walked into their apartment to find him in the middle of an orgy, and worse, he wanted her to join in.

That had been the last straw. She’d gotten a flight home the next day, and instead of coming home, she’d been working in the city, far away from any Soldier’s reach. Out of the blue Vengeance had called her, told her he’d met someone, and then she had been spent so long wondering if she should ignore the call or make amends.

Vengeance was her only family. They only had one another, and she had fucked that up.

She didn’t know what to say as Weasel stared at her, smoking and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“I shouldn’t have come here, should I?”

“Tell me what happened with fuck face,” Weasel said, not answering her question.

“Jake?” He nodded. She blew out a breath. “He cheated on me again and again. I kept on working. We went traveling, and he decided to be a bum and sit on his ass all day while I worked. All of his talk about starting out, of exploring, it was all bullshit. I was just an easy ride, in more ways than I ever want to remember.” It still left a bitter taste in her mouth how she chose a dick over her own brother. She looked Weasel in the eye, refusing to back down. “Is that what you wanted to hear? How stupid I was because I decided to spread my legs for the first guy that would show me any attention?” She laughed. “For the first time that it had nothing to do with the MC. Yeah, I was a fucking asshole.” Even as tears filled her eyes, she refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t give that bastard another chance to hurt her.

Weasel tutted and then pulled her into his arms. He stroked her hair as her first tear started to fall. She hadn’t cried, not in a long time. She didn’t cry when she caught Jake with someone else.

The last time she had cried had been when she was on the plane realizing what she had said to her big brother, and to the club she had once adored, knowing there was no way back, not really.