Instead, she was fightin’ for her life in a fuckin’ hospital bed and her brother, my brother, was in the cold ground. “Rest in peace, Walker Nixon,” I said, usin’ his full name for the last time. “Deserve more than this for the guardin’ you gave my girl. Wish you could know I’d sell my fuckin’ soul to get you back. For you, for me, for the club and for our girl.”
