The Thunder Wolves MC - Stone (Book #7)

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Stone

When I was six years old, I learned the man I thought was my father wasn't really my father. The news didn't come from my parents sitting me down and kindly telling me. Instead, my father simply packed his s**t and left after he and my mother fought. Like any other child of that age, I was distraught. My mother's response was simply, "he wasn't even your real father anyway." No explanation to it, nothing. She said it as though it should have been common knowledge. Like I should have already known he wasn't my father. It was life-changing for me, and at six, I was left to process it on my own. Which, if you have ever tried to process something like that on your own at such a young age, then you will know it's not easy. I was left angry and confused.

After my father left, my mom went through a period in her life that I refer to as the dumbass parade. She went from one loser to another. With each one claiming she was madly in love with them only after one date. None of them lasted longer than it took for them to get her in bed. Then came Danny. He was a special kind of dumbass. He couldn’t hold a job to save his life. He siphoned every penny he could from my mom that he could sweet-talk her into. When he didn’t get his way, he would throw a fit like a damn child. Because he was home so much, my mother left him to deal with my punishments when I got in trouble at school. Or if I didn’t do my chores right or whatever. His form of punishment wasn’t anything like my friends. I didn’t get grounded or sent to my room. I didn’t have electronics taken away for so long. No, Danny dulled out his punishments using his fist. And because I was known for fighting at school, nobody questioned it when I showed up with a new bruise. I most likely got into a fight with someone after school the day before. Which I suppose wasn't completely wrong. I had gotten into a fight. And I had lost.

By the time I hit puberty, I was only angrier and more confused when I realized I wasn't like other boys my age. I didn't find any of the girls cute. None of them seemed to hold my attention like the other boys, not like some of the boys held my attention. It didn’t take Danny long to notice this either. It only fueled his abuse. He claimed he would beat the gay out of me. He would spend time after each one of his beatings to read from the bible. All of this only fueled my own anger. By the time I got to high school, I had a reputation for being a troublemaker. I was barely allowed even to attend the school. I struggled with who I was, but during my freshmen year, I confirmed I was gay. I tried having a girlfriend, hell I tried having several girlfriends. But I just wasn’t into them. Then I met Kyle. He was already out. He knew what he was and what he liked. So the two of us started seeing each other in secret. I wasn’t ready to admit to the world that I preferred guys to girls. I didn’t want Danny to find out and up his beatings. Kyle was fine with sneaking around for only a short time, though. He didn’t like being a secret. He pushed for me to come out and tell everyone I was gay. But I couldn’t do it, so he dumped me. I was angry for a long time about it, but as I got older, I understood it. Nobody wants to be a secret. Nobody deserves to be a secret.

By the middle of my junior year, the principal pulled my mom into the office and told her and me I was one more suspension away from being kicked out. Needless to say, my mom was pissed. Anytime I did anything that meant she actually had to parent left her angry with me. Her solution to this problem was to ship me off to live with my uncle and his family. This didn't really fix the problem, but it got me out of her hair. My uncle was cool, though. He didn’t know anything about who my father was either. All he knew was my mother was involved with some guys within a motorcycle club in the town they grew up in. He himself never saw her with one specific member, though. Any time she would be brought home to their parent’s house, it was always on the back of a different member's bike. He offered to help me try and figure out who my father was, but I turned him down. I didn't want to track him down, only to have him turn me away. And besides, chances were he didn’t know anything about having a son out there, so who knew how he would react to the news.

Being in this new school and living with my uncle, I did better in school. I wasn't an angel by any means and still had my fair share of run-ins with the detention room, even a couple of suspensions. But I still graduated. And I was happy with that. After graduation, I spent my time f*****g around. I had no plans for college. My uncle gave me a job at his shop doing small things like changing oil and s**t. He was showing me some other things. I was also teaching myself how to work on motorcycles. By my nineteenth birthday, I met a couple of members of the Thunder Wolves MC and began prospecting for them. Over that year, I struggled a lot with my sexuality. It was blaringly obvious I wasn't into any of the club girls. I wasn't interested in any woman, really. It was so obvious that the guys even noticed. The idea that a member was gay seemed to bother a few people, but overall the majority seemed cool with it. For me, though, I struggled with the idea. We weren't from a large town, and being gay wasn't something most of the townspeople approved of. It was something that was still pretty well looked down on. But even still, I was voted into the MC. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel angry at everything and everyone. I still struggled with who I actually was, but I was happy for the first time. The chapter I joined wasn't large. In fact, it was probably the smallest overall with only a dozen members.

After becoming a member, I spent a couple of years living my life. But after a couple of years, I couldn't help but wonder how my mom was doing, So I reached out to her. Since coming to live with my uncle, I hadn’t seen or heard from her. And even though I was still angry with her for a lot of s**t in my life, she was still my mother. I thought reaching out to her was a good thing when she seemed truly happy that I was doing well. She wasn't all that thrilled with me being a member of the thunder wolves, but at the same time, she refused to tell me why. Dismissing my questions as to why she disapproved, she invited me over for dinner. To which I made the trip. When I arrived, she was home alone. Danny, she said, was out with some friends. But that didn’t last long. As my mother and I caught up, Danny arrived back at the house. Walking in as though he was god's gift to humanity. I did my best to be polite and play nice. But he was an asshole.

About halfway through dinner, my mother told me how she was planning to have the house painted and what color she was going to go with. As she spoke, she reached for her glass of water and accidentally spilled it. In a normal household, the response would be to simply clean it up. But this wasn’t a normal household. Danny’s response was to get up and start yelling about how clumsy my mother was and how stupid he thought she was. Then when he felt she wasn’t moving fast enough, he smacked her. That was all it took, and I lost my control. All the anger that had been built up over the years exploded in that instant. It was one thing for the guy to beat on me, but to see him lay a hand on my mother was another thing. I may not agree with everything she did in my life, but she was still my mother. Standing, I reached out, grabbing ahold of him. “Don’t you ever hit her again.” Laughing, he turned and looked me right in the eye. “Oh yeah, you think that just because you are some biker now, you are all big and bad. Well, guess what, you're not. Your just a f*****g fag who happens to drive a motorcycle. A little gay f*****g fairy….” My fist colliding with his face ended his sentence. I had enough, and one hit wasn’t enough. After the first hit, I didn’t stop until I was being pulled off him by two police officers. The moment I was off of him, my mother ran to him crying.

I was later charged with attempted murder. My sentence was eight years in the state prison. At the age of twenty-two, I was being locked up. While there, I had to attend counseling sessions and learn to deal with my anger. Which fine maybe I did have anger issues and needed to deal with it. Especially since watching my mom cry on the stand as she told the jury that I had attacked Danny unprovoked. We had been having such a nice dinner, and just out of nowhere, I started beating Danny. She didn’t understand why I would do something like that. Meanwhile, I couldn’t understand why she would defend the guy. But really, it was to be expected. I mean, she had chosen him over me in the end. I should have never gone over there thinking I could simply let the past go and have my mother in my life. It just wasn’t something that was possible. After hearing my sentence from the judge, I was allowed time with my attorney. Well, my attorney and Bones, the president of the MC chapter I was a member of. While my attorney explained what would happen next, Bones tattooed the Thunder Wolves MC logo onto my arm. My attorney explained how I would be taken over to the county jail for holding until next week when I would be transferred to the state prison upstate. Once there, the MC had members there serving their own sentences, and he had been able to pull a few strings to make sure I was placed in the same cell block as them. I would need allies on the inside, so it was important to befriend them. The tattoo Bones was giving me would help in aiding them to trust me faster. Before leaving, Bones assured me I would be taken care of by the club. I was a member, and whatever I needed to let him know. He said he would also ensure my bike was stored for me so when I got out, I would have it.

Arriving a week later at the prison, it didn’t take me long to figure out who were MC members. They all sported the same tattoo as the one Bones had given me. They wasted no time in approaching me. The leader here went by Brass. He also turned out to be my cellmate. Win-win for me. Along with Brass, there was Rock, Razer, Ohio, and Saddle. Brass, Rock, and Razer were here for life. Neither of them seemed bothered by it. It was what it was. Ohio and Saddle were like me, there serving their time than would be gone. From day one, they all said I looked like a guy they all knew but couldn’t quite put their finger on who it was. It turned into almost a game for the guys over the years. They would spend hours naming guys off that they knew in the MC but then rule them out little by little. It got to the point where I would tune them out when they got going. One of them would say, someone. Then they compared me to them, ruling them out slowly. The fact I admitted to not knowing who my father was and my mother not ever telling me only fed wood to the flames. It only encouraged them more to try and figure it out. I doubted they ever would. It was a slim chance that the guy my mom dated who drove a motorcycle, as my uncle told me, would be in the same MC that I had joined. Couldn’t it? I mean, there was only really one MC within the state. A few others that worked with the Thunder Wolves that came through the state every so often. So maybe the chances of my biological father being a member was high. And even though finding out who he was would be cool, I still had a fear he would want nothing to do with me. Especially since I finally admitted not only to myself but to everyone else I was gay. I decided there was no point in hiding it. There was no point in denying it. I was honestly happier admitting to it out loud. And the guys helped ease my anxiety about admitting to it. None of them cared. I was a brother, and they would back me up no matter what.