Page 113 of Lockout

“Believe it or not, none of us know the full story,” I said with a shrug when Idaho arched a brow. “There was a bet. Butcher lost. To this day neither of them will tell us what the bet was.”

“Shit,” Idaho muttered. “Those two keeping a secret like that for that long? Had to be a fucking good bet.”

“For all we know,” Hush said, “it was somethin’ stupid.”

“Knowing those two,” I said, “could be either.”

Watching the kids laugh and play in the sunshine, I knew our best years were laid out in front of us. Some might think that being single, partying, fucking, killing, and doing whatever the fuck we wanted all the time was the best life. They were fucking wrong. This. This was the best life. The only thing that mattered in life.

I knew my brothers would agree with me. Our wives. Our kids. That was what made our world turn. We might still protect our city, but it always came down to them. Everything we didwas for them. And no price would ever be too high to pay. They were our salvation. The legacy of The Viking’s Rampage Motorcycle Club.

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