The Forgotten Vow

Summary

1.

I was Julian Costello’s old lady for ten years, the president of the Redwood Reapers Motorcycle Club.

But the day he decided to take the club legit, I heard his brothers calling another girl “Old Lady.”

The hands that once gripped Harley handlebars and were stained with blood were now gently helping a young girl put on a brand new pair of Vans.

“She’s not like you, Selena,” Julian’s voice was as cold as steel. “You can crawl through the mud with me and not ask for a damn thing. She can’t.