Liam Patrick Owen, a 17 year old gay young man, who has been homeless for the last two years of his life; living on the streets and doing what he has to do to survive in life from day to day; moment to moment and second to second. Riley Aegon Grayson, a 23 year old bisexual man who is the president of the motorcycle club, The Gray Rebel's since he was 18 years old. Most people view these clubs and the members as bad but that isn't true for all. Once of Riley's Patch holders finds Liam and brings the young man to his brother to figure out what should be done with Liam. Liam is usually terrified of everyone especially men but he has an instant connect with Black Jack and one of the women in the club. What will Riley do with Liam and will Black Jack allow it.
View MoreAxel picks both of our boys into his arms as I answer Tyler's question; "Yes we are baby; you and Tristan are going to be in the wedding too.""Congrats, you two," Parker says as he, Riley, Julia, the rest of 'The Gray Rebel's' and the Carmichael brothers join us; with bright happy smiles on their lips.
I'm pretty sure Riley and Julia will be there from the way Parker was talking earlier; when we arrive twenty minutes later and my anxiety spikes when I see two extra vehicles besides Parker's truck."Ready baby?" Axel asks; kissing my hand.Inhaling deeply as I stare at Parker's house slightly a
"I can't speak for my brothers but until you get over your issues with Liam, I will not have anything to do with you either," Steven states firmly."Same goes for me," Carson and I both firmly state together."Why me; I didn't do anything to Liam?" dad asks quietly and brokenly.
Turning to the Carmichael's with a sad smile; "Once the three of us are settled wherever we move too, I'll be changing their last names to mine and cutting all ties to your family; so you don't have to be associated with us any longer."Looking back down at Tyler as I open the door for us to leave the house with a guilty sigh before saying the others; "Thanks for everything and Merry Christmas."
The boys happily play with three other children, two boys and a girl for about forty minutes before we move onto another exhibit; this one is different toys in a foam pit that the kids play in for thirty minutes before they grow tired of this and we move onto a farm themed area.At the moment, I think the farm exhibit is both of the boys' favorite but there is still one more floor to explore; the upstairs has a round metal table with different wands to play with bubbles and a metal open contraption to pull a rope and encase yo
"Sounds great, goodnight Vance and thanks again," I say hugging him again before he leaves and I change before cuddling with Tyler in bed and fall fast asleep.Tristan wakes me at 8 a.m. so I climb carefully out of bed since Tyler is still sleeping to pick my baby boy from the crib; which was easy to do since he's standing and holding onto the side as he hollers rather loudly; "Pa!"
Ty carries the mail back into the house for me before handing it over with a huge toothy grin; after thanking him, he bounces into the living room to play as Tristan and I follow him and I place Tristan down so he can play too. Shuffling through the mail, finding a few bills, most junk but there is one that takes me by surprise; I have no idea who A. Moore is from San Diego but I tear the envelope open to find a hand written letter from a man I think.Sitting on the floor with the boys after tossing the rest of the mail on the
Four hours later, the party is done and was a success if I do say so myself, I think; as the boys seem to have fun; once the kids were gone, leaving the Carmichael's and us, there is a loud knock on the front door confusing the hell out of all us adults. Walking to the door to answer it with Tristan on my hip while Tyler is latched onto Vance in the living room; my mouth drops open at the sight of the four people standing in front of me. All four people standing in front of me have sheepish smiles on their faces as each one holds a small wrapped present in their hands.
Once his arms are wrapped tightly around me; one around my waist and the other holding my head to his chest, my knees give out making him hold me upright against his body; "Everyone I love leaves me in some way and I'm scared the same will happen with the boys."Sshh, nothing like that is going to happen with the boys," he assures softly in my ear as he gently rocks us side to side.
The motorcycle club is like becoming a stronger and more committed member – a probationary rocker and then the patch is presented in recognition of your demonstrations along the way. The longer a Patch holder has been a member in the club, along with their experiences the better of a brother and sister you will be to your fellow sisters and brothers.Time is used to prove that you display responsibility and respect toward Patch holders of the club. You will be taught the basic rules, protocols and etiquette of the Gray Rebel's. You will be given time to develop the basic good communication and security habits...
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