Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 75

Both men nodded at me.

Ghost cleared his throat, “I can't tell you much if anything about our last mission, but I can say that some of our intel was not complete and things went FUBAR. People died that day that shouldn't have.”

He glanced at Casper again and I watched the pain and agony that went across both their faces. “Only things that kept us safe and sane were the men we had at our backs.”

Casper broke in, “We both realized after that mission that we couldn't stay in and keep doing what we were doing. It was taking too much of our souls. Not gonna lie to you, there were times taking a bullet sounded like the way to handle it all. Thankfully, the men at my back kept it from coming to that.

“Not gonna say I'm not still haunted about what went down, because I am, hell, Ghost is too. But the one constant, the one thing we knew we could rely on was our brothers. While we couldn't stay in, we fucking miss the brotherhood and the knowledge that we had brothers who had our backs.”

Ghost took over, “We've wandered around since we've got out and we've felt fucking lost. We've had no direction, no support system and we seriously miss and need that shit. We were invited to other MC’s, but we knew as soon as we pulled up at each one that it wasn’t the place for us. Here however…” he shrugged, “it felt different immediately.”

I nodded at him, damn it must have been seriously fucked up to make two obviously highly trained men want to leave the job they had worked their asses off to achieve and the men who had their backs.

“Shadow called about a month ago to check in on us, we didn't tell him a thing, but I guess he must have heard it in our voices. He told us to call Ranger and ask for an invite. For him to call you, yeah, he must have been worried about us,” Ghost added as he ran one hand over his head.

That sounded like my brother. One thing I had always gotten from him was how much he cared about the men under his command. I think they messed with his mind more than any of his missions ever had.

“Ranger told us everything we would have to do and we realize that we’re going to be low man on the totem pole and that there are Brothers younger than us. I won't say some of it might not be hard, but I need this,” Ghost told us quietly.

“Not just you, Brother,” Casper said looking at Ghost. “We both need this. And don't forget what we swore to each other.”

I sat and watched as two men who had been through fucking hell and back, backed each other up. That was fucking Brotherhood at its purest. At the same time, they both spoke out, “We ride and die together.”

Fuck, that was enough to make grown men swallow hard, because those of us who have experienced having someone have your back no matter what comes up, it fucking touches something deep inside your soul and never leaves.

“All right, one last question then I'll have Ranger show you where the single men bunk, you can pick out whichever empty room you like. How do you think your families are going to react to you being a member of a 1%'er MC?”

“Won't be any trouble for me, Dog. I don't have any immediate family,” Ghost stated.

“I have family, but it won't be a problem for me either. I lived on and off with my dad and younger brother until I joined the military. Pretty sure my dad is retiring this year or early next year. He's been in the Army for thirty years, he's a Master Sergeant, munitions expert.

“He would understand my decision more than anyone would. My mom remarried when I was a kid and has this whole separate family. We don't speak. My younger brother Zane is a SEAL through and through, but now works for a private contractor. He’s a computer geek. So there won't be anything to worry about on my end.”

I lifted my chin at them, “Sounds good. Ranger, go get them sorted and by the time y'all are through, I fucking hope dinner is ready.”

~***~