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I grew up in White Summer Montana but I had big dreams, I was going to see the world. First chance I got I was out of here. Turns out the world isn’t that wonderful without your family at your side. So after a messy relationship ended I decided it was time to come home.
I made a name for myself. People from all around the globe came to me for tattoos. They would come to me in White Summer just like they did in Seattle.
I knew my brother’s club had been having some issues but I was an outsider and always would be, it didn’t bother me. He had his life and I had mine. Just being close gave me the security and comfort I need.
I know that if I ever need them the Timberwolves MC would be here for me. They even loaned me the start-up to help transfer my shop here.
On my first trip home to get the ball rolling, the club was in chaos. They had visitors from out of town. That’s when I saw HIM.
It’s been two years since New Orleans but I’ll never forget the man that rocked my world then disappeared into thin air. After going back to my hotel we spent the night wrapped up in each other. Finally falling asleep in the early hours of dawn. I only slept a couple hours and when I woke up he was gone.
It was a good thing I had packed before going out with the girls. I barely had time to grab my stuff and get to the airport before my flight back to Seattle. I slept the entire way. I daydreamed about him often but never thought I would actually see him again. Especially not here.
He didn’t even try to talk to me. I actually think he went out of his way to avoid me. Then he was gone again, like a ghost. Appearing and disappearing from my life.