Goggles

Being the newest and youngest member in the club can be ego-bruising. If you don't have tough skin or a fantastic sense of humor, you'll never make it in a motorcycle club. The teasing I can deal with, but the constant second-guessing of my skills I don't appreciate. I'm no longer the kid who gets drunk and then regrets his nightly conquest, but they can't see anyone else. I've been thinking of stepping away and going nomad for a while, but a beautiful know-it-all doctor has kept me here longer than I care to admit. Even that is getting taxing though cause she wants to keep me her dirty little secert. I don't feel like I make a difference in my world, and I don't fit in hers. So what's a man to do when nothing seems to fit anymore? Leave and start over, except life isn't that easy, and when they take my woman hostage, I'll need to prove what I bring to the table to everyone, including myself, because her life depends on it.