Kevin and Needles were standing nearby with long shovels. It had fallen to them to dig the grave since Hector was too devastated and Ian was wounded. He stood next to me with an aluminum crutch under his arm. Getting him to the hospital had been easy. Convincing them that the gunshot had been an accident was a lot more challenging. In the end, we never got any blowback from the fight at the warehouse.
As for Hector, he was crouched beside the grave. He'd made a pair of wooden crosses which were now planted in the thin soil to mark the resting place of two founding members of the club. I tried to tell him that neither of them was even religious, but he didn't care. He had to honor their memory in his own way, and I understood that well enough to let him try.
We walked together back to the van. Ian was too hurt to ride and I helped him into the passenger seat. I hoisted myself up and gave him a warm kiss on the lips.
"I hate this," he said.
"I know," I replied with a grin. "Don't worry, you'll be back on the bike in no time." I moved in for another kiss. Kevin clapped me on the back as he walked towards the driver's side of the van.
"Alright you fucking lovebirds, get a room," he said gruffly.
Everyone had a good chuckle at our expense, but I didn't mind. I gave my man one last kiss before closing the door to the van and walking back towards the bikes.
The other four members mounted up beside me. It seemed like everyone was waiting for me to give the order. It was still a strange feeling, that. I stretched my arms out and rested them on the handlebars.
"Trevor and Jake died for the club," I told them. "It's up to us not to let that be in vein. We're clear of the Russians now, but there's something else waiting for us on those roads - destiny. The Wind Riders were born from the idea that we could be free to do what we want and go where we pleased. Let's show the world that it's more than just a nice saying. Let's make this town ours."
A sober but dedicated agreement rose up from the bikes beside me and from the van ahead of us. Our bikes roared to life and the van's engine turned over. Ahead of me, they began riding out onto the highway. I spared myself one last look back at the graves of our fallen brothers. As the cloud of dust rose around my bike and I joined them on the road, I couldn’t contain my thoughts about what Trevor and Jake had done.
They gave everything for the club. How can we do any less?
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