that her dad looked so worried about it. “It’s going to be okay, isn’t it?”
He nodded that it was, hoping he was more convincing then he felt about it. He felt like everything was going to hit the fan, but he had to stay positive for her. Sam wondered then if he should get both of his kids out of the city. “Why don’t you go with him to Gran’s? You are always saying that you don’t see her enough.”
Stella shook her head and rubbed her eyes. “No, I have testing all week. If I want to get into a good college, I am going to have to test high.”
She was right and he hated to affect her studies which were so important to her. He knew that she wouldn’t forgive him if she wasn’t able to go to Duke like she wanted. “Fine Stella. But I want you to stay close to home when you are not in school, agreed?”
He saw that she wanted to ask more, but much like her mother, she had learned not to push. Stella had a way about her much like his late wife and he couldn’t help but smile down at her. “Everything will be fine Stella, just got to let this all blow over.”
“Okay dad. I will see you tomorrow after school.”
“I might be a little late coming home. I have some clean-up to do and it is quite a mess.”
“Isn’t it always with him?”
He didn’t answer, but smiled to himself. She got it and it made him feel a little better that he wasn’t the only one that thought his son was a bit of a mess-up. Not even he could have thought that he would mess up so badly though. It was going to take a plan and some reparations to fix the tie between them. The relationship between the two motorcycle gangs was already tedious at best and this was not going to help the matter.
Sam moved back into the room and kept tossing his son’s clothes in the bag in front of him. His son wasn’t as understanding and fussed about having to go somewhere. They both knew that he was not ready at twenty to go up against a man like Lance and if Sam thought that he could actually survive the confrontation, he would have made him deal with himself. It was a good character builder, but Sam didn’t think that Carl would make it.
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The next morning the house was quiet when she finally got up and when she looked in Sam’s room, she saw that most of his stuff was gone. It made her wonder how long he was going to be away, but she tried not to think about it. There was no telling what he had done and though she knew it had something to do with the gang, for the most part she stayed out of all that.
Her father had made it clear years ago that he wanted her to take over, but once she became older, Stella realized that it was not the life for her. She was a bit gentler in nature and the last thing she wanted to do was tell a bunch of tough guys to do bad things for her. It wasn’t her cup of tea so Sam had been forced to worry about his son taking over. It had been one disaster after another and Stella felt a little guilty about it all. She knew that if she had taken up the torch, they would not be in the position that they were currently in, but she just didn’t want to. Stella dreamed of being a lawyer one day and she couldn’t have a criminal record and have a license. That had made the decision for her.
That and the fact that she had gotten her heart broken one too many times before. Bad boys were fun, they were full of passion and adventure, a little mystery, but in her experience, which was limited at best, it never worked out well. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t date that type anymore, but find her a nice, normal guy.
Her boyfriend now was a gentleman and would never do to her what Drake had done to her the year before. Franklin was sweet and generous, not even making a move on her more than a goodnight kiss. While she missed the passion and lust that had been in her other relationship, there was a feeling of safety and assurance with Frank. As she got ready for her day, she hoped that they would have time