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“No. Not that kind of brother. One of his brothers in the club.”

He grinned. “He rode in an MC?”

“Yeah. One of the big ones.”

“Which one?”

“I can’t remember the name of it, but it was one of the big ones.”

“I’ll be damned. Last name was McGovern?”

“No. That’s Josh’s last name. He adopted me, so I’ve got his name. I want to change it back to my old name. When I can afford it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a weird one. Don’t laugh.”

“Okay.”

“Schreiber.”

His head cocked to the side. “Spell it.”

“S. C. H. R. E. I. B. E. R.”

His mouth fell open. “Did your pop die about ’98 or ’99? In a bar in SD?”

A chill ran along my spine. A barely audible uh huh passed my lips.

His eyes shot wide. “Billy The Snake Schreiber?”

Snake was what they called him. It was his road name. My fork hit the plate with a clank! “Oh my God. You know him?”

“Know of him. Hell, everyone does. Man’s a god damned legend. He rode with the red and white. Holy fucking shit, you’re The Snake’s daughter?”

I realized I was standing. Initially filled with excitement, I was now slightly confused. “Red and White?”

He nodded. “Hells Angels.”

“That’s the one,” I screeched. “Hells Angels.”

Now, he was standing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said excitedly. “That’s crazy. He was the president’s right hand man. He was the club enforcer, and the second in command. They were in a bar in San Diego, and an Outlaw pulled a knife on the president. Snake stepped in to protect him. He saved the president, even took the knife from the guy. Later that night, one of them came in and cracked him with a pool cue. It was that fight that started a war between those two clubs. Still going on today.”

“Oh wow.”

“Your Ol’ Man is a legend, Smudge.”

My eyes started to well with tears at the thought of him being the man I always believed he was.

I fought against the tears. “That’s nice to hear. Do you. Do you uhhm. Do you know any other stories about him?”

“I don’t,” he said. “But I know a man who will.”

“Can I meet him some day?”

“Depending on what he’s doing, you might be able to meet him tonight.”