I think that’s why Dad could never say no to them when they asked for something. Eve and Hannah were stunning with their long blonde hair and blue eyes-they were the spitting image of Mum. I groaned, finally giving up, and I got up off the ground and looked at her. And while I was ignoring her complaints, I knew she wasn’t leaving till she got what she wanted. She had me cornered as I was working on my motorbike. But I knew I was in for it as soon as she spotted me. I went to the garage before school for peace. My sister was making it her mission to annoy the hell out of me.
But my unconditional love for my sisters often was a weakness, like right now. And had a better relationship with my parents than most.
I would say I was close to both my sisters. I actually think the best decision I ever made was becoming a member.Īs a family, we functioned well. I didn’t see following my Dad’s example as a poor move. Most parents wouldn’t encourage their son to join a motorcycle club, but Dad was proud when I became a prospect. When it came to Mum, Eve, Hannah, and, hell, even me, Dad would stop at nothing to make sure we were safe and happy. Next thing I knew, Dad was sent away for a year, and apparently that was a good deal. They got physical with her and that’s when Dad showed up.Īll I remember was Dad beating those men till they were lying motionless on the ground. From what I remember, Mum was dragged out of the house by the police. They were questioning Dad hard, like always, but it took him awhile to realize they weren’t just raiding the club, but for the first time they were going to the house as well. When I was ten, Dad did go to prison for a year for assaulting a few police officers when they raided the club. Dad lived to break as many laws as he could, encouraged it even the best part of it was he usually always got away with his crimes and the club’s crimes, apart from one time during my whole childhood. Us as a family all stood for something most people wouldn’t understand. Sounds simple, right? And maybe a bit funny that our one rule was to not follow the rules. Our one rule was: never follow the rules. The only thing they expected us to follow. The one rule that Dad and Mum enforced into us. There was one rule the five of us lived by. But the thing with my family was that we weren’t a typical family. My parents made sure I learned from every mistake and every success.