I never really wanted this chair. I guess some part of me knew it would happen, but… I aways dreaded the weight of it. The responsibility. The truth is I can barely make the right choices for myself. I’ve been trying to take this club in a direction I thought made sense, to move us away from the outlaw shit. That hasn’t worked. I think some part of me was trying to buy back all the bad shit I’ve done. The people I’ve hurt. That’s a false pardon. It’s dangerous, and it’s selfish. JT did the same thing, and those choices took away everything from my old man. His family and his patch. I already lost the woman I love. I’m not gonna lose my club.
Even if it was meant to end in hanging, the man I had seen at Fort William was a cat by nature. He could no more resist the chance to play with this particular mouse than he could alter his height or the color of his eyes.,