anymore. It had been wearing on him for too long. He’d also known that there would never be a shot for him and Roni if he hadn’t started being true to himself.
He’d hated wearing that badge after a while. He’d realized that the people who were sworn to uphold the law were a lot of times worse criminals than the people they were supposed to apprehend. He’d quickly grown disillusioned and wanted a change, but he’d had to bide his time. Liam hadn’t been ready to forgive and in all honesty, neither had he. It had taken them both a while to get there. It wasn’t something that had happened overnight either. If he was asked, he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone when it had actually happened, but he was glad it had. Parking the bike, he stored the helmet and took off for the garages, where he saw Liam and Tyler standing.
“Mornin’,” he called out to them.
“What’s up?” Tyler asked him, sticking out a hand.
Rooster had learned early on that the person’s good side he needed to get on was Tyler’s. Liam was the leader, but the younger men followed Tyler in a lot of things. They looked up to him in a lot of ways, and one of those ways was how to feel about outsiders and new people. It had taken a while for him and Tyler to come to terms with each other. Childhood best friend versus adult best friend was sometimes difficult, but they had managed to make it work.
“Excited.” He shook his shoulders out. “I’m excited to have some steady income.”
“Not much work for an ex-lawman, huh?” Tyler was definitely curious.
“There is, but it’s not the kind of shit you wanna be involved in, ya know? Nashville has a ton of security positions, along with some around here, but who the fuck wants to do that? Glorified cops with doughnut guts. I need to actually do something.”
“You’re in luck.” Liam clapped him on the back. “We have a shit ton for you to do here. We’ll keep ya busy.”
That’s what he needed more than anything and he was going to be damn grateful for the work.
Chapter Five
“I swear to God, the only person he is nice to anymore is Tatum,” Denise mumbled under her breath as Drew stomped his feet up the stairs.
“What’s the problem?” Liam asked, coming in with Tyler and Rooster in tow. They had finished early at the shop, thanks to Rooster, and he’d invited them over for a beer.
“Your son is a jackass,” she told him, rolling her eyes as Drew slammed his door.
“Welcome to life with a teenager,” Rooster laughed, looking back and forth between them. He’d seen it many times on the force, parents who were at the end of their rope with their children.
“What he said, he’s a teenager,” Liam reminded his wife.
She cut her eyes at him. “Yeah, I’m aware. Not only did I give birth to him, but I clean up his bathroom.”
The guys chuckled.
“Totally not sure I’m gonna survive this, and if he woke Tatum up, I will jerk a knot in his ass,” Denise fumed, listening closely for the child. “She finally went down for a nap.”
“I think we’re safe from diva waking up,” Tyler grinned, talking about the newest addition to the Walker family.
“Only because you treat her like one, is she one.” Denise grinned back. “Where’s your better half at, anyway?”
“Volunteering at CRISIS. She and Christine went over there earlier in the day. They got a few refugees at the center, and if there’s one thing Mer knows how to do, it’s get shit done.”
Nobody could argue with that. Over the last few months both Meredith and Christine had taken to volunteering at the place that had offered Christine safe haven after her ordeal with a mad man. It made them all feel good to know that people in the club were contributing.
“Damn, I wish I had known she was going over there, I had some clothes that Tatum’s already outgrown and some stuff from the twins. I meant to text her but forgot.”
“I’ll let her know if she doesn’t come over here when