Boomer Prologue- Two-and-a-Half Months Ago

Watching Torpedo wooing Londyn didn't bother me at all. Well, okay, only a little bit. Sure, I'd made a halfhearted attempt to get her attention. What guy wouldn't? She was beautiful, sexy, and exciting. I would've been an idiot not to try, which had been the consensus of the other single guys in the club, except Tanner. He was busy being a Marine and didn't have time for women, or at least not that we knew of.

The night she came rolling into the common room with Dragon, she'd grabbed our attention. For sure, she grabbed Dragon and Vicious'. Not wanting to be left out, when she walked out, I followed her to her car and poured on the charm. When she shot me down, I didn't take it personally. I figured I'd get another chance, and she'd succumb. I wouldn't mind spending a few nights with her. Well, it looked like I was wrong. She might be resisting my brother Torpedo, but I could tell she was into him like he was into her. It didn't stop me from still flirting with her. I thought it would do him good to have to put in an effort.

If nothing else, I'd learned over these past few years that if you weren't willing to go all in and do anything and everything for the woman you wanted to be yours, then she wasn't the one for you. All of my married brothers had shown the rest of us this. Also, they showed us that the road would never be smooth, and there would always be obstacles along the way, trying to wreck it. I hadn't felt an overwhelming urge to battle my brothers for her, so she wasn't the one for me, I surmised.

The reason there was even a tiny bit of bother for me to see them was it was a reminder. A reminder that having a happily-ever-after kind of love probably wasn't in the cards for me. I blamed it on the way I was raised. Being the son of a one-percenter biker had me growing up rough and hard. Even if, in the end, I didn't embrace my dad's definition of a biker, it still marked me. I spent a long time living up to the image in other ways, mainly the drinking and women.

My club brothers hadn't been angels, but I felt like I'd been worse. I never seemed to be satisfied with a woman, either. There were a few I slept with more than once, but their appeal quickly waned, and then I was off to find the next one. Finding willing bed partners while I was in the military or as a biker hadn't been hard. The years flew by, and before I knew it, here I was, thirty-five years old, with nothing permanent to show from those years in the relationship department.

Hell, look at Phalanx and Bullet. They were several years younger than me, and they were settled down. They weren't even thirty yet. They made me feel like a slacker. What did they have that I didn't? I knew I wasn't unattractive to the female population. Enough women had told me I was good-looking, and I never had trouble getting laid. I had a job, made good money, had a bike, and a kick-ass car. Sure, I didn't have my own house, but it wasn't because I couldn't afford one. I just thought it was a waste when I had a perfectly fine trailer on the compound. I enjoyed my pastimes, and I had a great club family. Shit, what more did I need? What was God looking for before he'd grant me what he was giving most of my brothers?

As I thought about it, I realized I was looking at it all wrong. Instead of wanting someone permanent and only mine, I should just continue to have fun. There was nothing wrong with it. Plenty of people never settled down. It wasn't for everyone. I blamed the club's mentality for making me think I had to be in a committed relationship. Yeah, that was it. I was being brainwashed into believing I needed my own woman. With a new resolve to stop trying and enjoy life, I nodded and then headed to the bar. I'd have another beer to celebrate my new outlook. Bring on the women! Boomer was still here to keep them happy.