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Because it sure as well wasn’t because of my parents.
My present didn’t define who I am today. The people that I have placed in my life have helped me be the man I am today and I’m damn proud of that man.
Chapter 3
Raine
Two more years. Two more freaking years.
I would no longer be jailbait.
Then, I was going to let him know that I wanted more than friends with him.
Oh, so much more.
Because as I stood there and watched Tank climb into my dad’s truck so he could take him to the airstrip where he would be leaving for his latest mission, he stopped right in the open door, turned his head over his shoulder, and gave me our secret move.
Both hands making a heart.
So, therefore, I did it right back.
And once he got that, he smiled, winked, and then got in the truck.
I also had to remind myself that I would only be able to count on the letters I sent him in care packages, hopefully, a video chat once a month, and emails whenever he got the chance.
Compared to what I was used to, this was going to be hard.
He had told me that the area he was headed to wasn’t as advanced as the other places, he had been to. And I didn’t like that. Not one bit.
I knew he was a SEAL. Almost every single member of our chapter of Wrath MC were or tried to be SEALs.
Now, as for the tried-to-be, my father was one of those but due to a broken bone in his arm that had never healed correctly, well not correctly enough for the program, he hadn’t been able to get into it. But he still did a stint in the Navy.
Standing there, I watched, and watched, and watched until I couldn’t see the taillights anymore.
My heart was in that truck. But in two years, well, I stayed up late thinking about it. The man was an eleven on a bad day and a fifteen on a good day. Take Chris Hemsworth and combine those genes with James Dean, there was Tank.
And who was I kidding that he would be more interested in me when I was a five on a bad day and a six on a good day?
But I was going to hold my head high and tell him how I felt.
My dad also taught me that beauty was only skin deep. That it mattered what was in the heart of someone, and not what rested on the outside.
Something else that had taken place while Tank was away fighting for our country was that someone that looked extremely close to Tank’s looks showed up at the clubhouse.
Apparently, after Tank had left when he was eight, his mother had gotten pregnant a year later.
It was a shame that they hadn’t learned their lesson. Well, it was really a shame that the man above gave her the right to even have children.
Even more so when apparently, the woman, his younger sister, showed up beaten black and freaking blue that the MC had stepped in.
And with Tank’s permission, they had done something to their parents.
I of course wasn’t allowed to know.
But just like ever since I was small, I heard things.
So, I technically knew what happened to their bodies.
