Mystery
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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17 years earlier. You don't have to go, the older man said as he watched his son strapped down a small bag on the back of his bike. Deke Torrey stared at his father. Yeah, Bones, I do have to go. I can't stay here anymore. And you damn well know why. Bones, as the man was called by the brotherhood he lived with, shook his head. You could stay and work it out with me. I'm not the complete ******* you think I am. He didn't say anything, but swung his leg over the cycle and started his engine. He noted another by creeping up behind hiss, looking over his shoulder. He saw Gator and Riva waiting for him, gave them a nod and turned his head back to his father. Sam Tory, otherwise known as Bones, stared back. He was as tall and broad as he'd been five years ago. His dark hair showed hardly any gray in it. While his shoulders and chest were well muscled, Deke tore his eyes away and looked around. The compound had lived in for the last five years. People stared back. Some of them could understand his need to leave and Some of them glared back, as if is leaving with some sort of betrayal. Off the one side stood a young girl he'd met over the summer. Cordelia Tanous. She'd come to Bangor, Maine, with her dad and younger sister. Her dad was captain or in Tanis and her sister Creek. It was just a kid. Captain had joined the bastards and everyone liked him. He had left his old M. C after his wife died to make a new life for his girls. He was a demolitions man, and he could crack a safe any time and anywhere. The whole family fit in with the M. C. Cordelia gazed at him as if to commit his face to memory. He knew she liked him, but he didn't have time for little girls Right now, Deke needed to get away from his dad and everything he stood for. Hopefully before one of them ended up dead, deked or out of the parking lot and never looked back. He was done as faras. The Satan's bastards were concerned. He was free. He had many plans. But his first plan was to leave