RemyFor the first time in a long time I'm not excited about the alarm waking me up. No matter how disheartening life was before, I knew I always had a chance to make it right with Tatum. There was always that hope in the back of my mind. This morning, I know that hope is gone. I know without a doubt it's gone. I broke both our hearts yesterday, and I did it in front of everyone. I'm expecting Liam to come for my patch today. I won't stop him when he does, because I'm the most deserving recipient of bastard of the year, ever.There's a knock at my door, and I think about acting like I'm asleep and didn't hear it. Whoever is there, though, won't allow me to; they bang on the door harder. Why delay the inevitable? I get up and put some sweatpants and a shirt on."Yeah?"Jagger comes in through the doorway, worry apparent on his face. He's been a good friend, and I've appreciated every moment we've spent together. Realizing this may be one of the last times I'm allowed to talk to

TatumThe clubhouse is noisy, but as I sit in Remy's room, waiting on him, I relish the quiet. I don't know what he's doing, but I know whatever it is, it's in my honor and possibly for his sanity.I asked my dad hours ago when Remy would be back, but he wouldn't tell me. That makes me nervous. Remy isn't a hard man, not until he's backed into a corner, and then he fights like a wounded dog.The doorknob turns, and I stand up from where I've been sitting, my gaze taking in the man I've been thinking about."Are you okay?" I ask as I take in Remy's appearance. I've never seen him look so disheveled. Never seen him with blood on his knuckles or the red stains on his clothing."Better than I've been in a while. They won't be back. Ever again." He sighs, but his shoulders aren't slumped. They aren't hunched over at all; he's standing straight and tall, looking like he's ready to take on the world.I don't ask him what that means. I don't want him to lie to me, but I also don't

RemyWhat a difference a few months makes. I can remember coming out into the main room of the club and seeing everyone coupled up, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Now I'm sitting at the table, Tatum at my side."Do you know why he's called us all here today?" she whispers from where she sits, looking up at her dad who commands the table from the end."No idea," I answer, but I do. I have a feeling it's time for him to hand the club over to Drew, and with it will come a whole new way of doing things, a whole new world, and the ushering in of a new first family."Thank you everybody for coming." Liam sends out a grin to the table.I lean back, throwing my arm over the back of Tatum's chair, letting her get a clear view of her dad."Some of you know what this is about, some of you don't. I can assure you I didn't keep it a secret to hurt anyone, but I did it for myself. Up until this morning, I wasn't positive I could go through with it, but when I woke up next to

WildJanuary (The Past)Inhale the future, exhale the past. I read that on a shirt somewhere in a gift shop at the beach. It was hanging above all these wooden signs that had white-girl wasted sayings on them. You know, the ramblings of a girl who's had her heart broken and gotten drunk on three glasses of wine. Those sayings always made me roll my eyes. I never believed any of them were true until this morning when I packed the saddlebags of my motorcycle to the brim, put on a backpack and started heading north up I-55. I'm not sure where I want to go, all I do know for sure is I wanna be anywhere but here. Mississippi has nothing and no one for me. The only things that matter are the bike between my legs, the memories in my brain, and the container of ashes that hold the only person who ever gave a shit about me.Exhaling is getting a lot easier the further I get away from the pain, the loneliness, and the same old shit. On the horizon as I head north, is the unknown, it may

AddieThe apartment is quiet when I wake up the next morning. Part of me had hoped Tatum would come back, instead of spending the night with Remy, but judging by the silence, I'm alone. Again. Fuck, I hate this feeling.Getting out of bed is a struggle. Not only because it's cold, but because the weight of so much shit is pressing down on me and I can't seem to get out from under it. Most people would look at me and think I have it all, right? Great family, great friends, a good life. And I do, but I just don't feel like it's my life. No one in my family looks like me, they weren't there to hear that my mom was pregnant, no one can tell me the details of my birth. The real intimate details, like how long was she in labor? Did she have a C-section or a natural birth? Was I early, or late? Was she happy that she was having me? Was she scared? I've been struggling with these questions lately. I'm having a hard time finding my place, where I fit in.This loneliness, this feeling of