Chapter Nineteen
TYSON
I stood in the meeting room with Jaxon behind me. Az. Gray. Rafe. Doc. Malachai. Every other man in the club had their eyes locked on me as Jaxon addressed the room.
“When I was just a kid growing up in Steelbarrow, I always saw the MCs riding up and down the streets. The bikes. The kuttes. Maybe it was the sense of justice that came with wearing the patch. Whatever it was, I always wanted to get patched in. It was always the Infidels though. The other MCs might talk a big game but we’re the ones who’ve got the strongest history. We don’t let a man in unless he’s got it.
“Tyson Miller has it. In his heart. In his mind. I’m proud to see him rep the colors as much as any man in this room. But there comes a time in every man’s life when he has to make sacrifices. No
