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Prologue
Commando
8 Years ago…
“My Max. Your Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother) is getting old. The creator will soon be calling me to the spirit world beyond. First, I have to lay some of my ancient wisdom on you,” Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother) says, her voice low as she reaches her frail hand toward my face. She pats my check and slides her hand to my ear, where she suddenly has the death grip of a python wrapping itself around their prey.
“Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother), what are you mad at me for?” I ask, trying to loosen this woman’s grip from my ear. If she pulls, I fear that she will yank my ear off and smile.
“Max, you need to get out. You need to leave this place on that bike of yours and find your setting. This town or its people are only going to drag you down and force you to become a statistic. I see them looking at you, wondering when you are going to become like your father. Your mother wanted more for you.” Her hand drops as she slowly inhales.
“Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother), I promise I will leave if something were to ever happen to you. You are my home right now and I will protect that with my heart,” I state, gripping her hand and placing a kiss on her hand.
“Be free, my Max,” she whispers, slowly closing her eyes as her life leaves her body.
I don’t cry, because Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother) taught me to celebrate the life of the person. But I know that at one point my life is going to hit a storm, and it will break me.
Taking a deep breath as I stand outside the house that I have called home for the last eighteen years of my life. The darkening sky slowly moving as the storm rolls in. We are set to have a huge thunderstorm.
The clouds part over Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother)s’s house as a beam of light kisses the roof, and a light rain starts to fall.
“Got it, Kookum (Grandmother) (Grandmother). I promise that one day I will be back and make sure your house becomes my home,” I state, letting the rain hit my face. I straddle my bike and slowly push backwards. As I spin the bike to take off, I kiss my fingers and raise them to the sky. A salute to the woman who will always be the one that showed me what the love of a strong woman can do for a man.
I don’t know how long I have been on the road. I know that I have passed from Canada into upper New York.
My gas light is blinking at me, my bladder is pushing the boundaries of pissing on myself and my stomach has decided if I don’t stop soon, then it will revolt and force me, too.
Spotting a gas station up a head, I signal to move to my left and safely make the turn into the rest stop. My first order of business is to gas up, and then head into the place to sit and eat.
Opening up my cap, and placing the nozzle inside and pressing the handle, I mumble when nothing happens about stations needing to warn people that they are out of gas.
“Canadian?” a man says, chuckling when I look at him and nod.
“How did ya guess?” I ask, hanging up the nozzle. I know I won’t make it to the next station.
“You have to pay first and then pump. It’s so you don’t steal gas,” the man says, walking past me and using his head to nod to follow him. We walk into the little storefront and the man tells the cashier he wants six on pump four and sixty on pump two.
“I can pay for my own gas,” I state, trying to hand him the money I had on me.
“I don’t want your Canadian funny money. I got this and dinner,” he says, turning and leaving the store, heading toward the bikes.
We pump our gas and drive to the diner side and get a booth.
“Name is Max,” I say, wiping my hand on my jeans and reaching across the table.
“Unicorn,” he says, gripping my hand and giving it a firm shake. “You have a specific place you are heading?”
“Naw, my Kookum (Grandmother) (grandmother) told me to get out, so I rode out chasing the storms,” I state, the memory of her last words echoing through my mind.
“I have a landing place for you. My brothers are awesome and have been a huge support to me. If you're interested, follow me and I can introduce you to the family you never knew you needed,” Unicorn says, taking another huge bite of the sandwich in his hand.
“Yeah, man, that would be awesome. My family is all gone, so I am a lone wolf.”
“You got me now, brother. No matter what happens,” Unicorn states, pays for our meals and tells me to follow him.
That was the day I met a group of men that would show me what it was like to have a family that had your back. It took me a year of being the main grunt to prove myself, but in the year, never once did I worry if these men would turn their back on me. They provided me with a home that I knew I would always be my place for landing.
The brothers in the Crowns of Chaos MC are family, and loyalty is never questioned.
