William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
VOLUME ONE: HURRICANETatumI jerk my head upright as the roar of a motorcycle breaks through the otherwise peaceful Bowling Green, Kentucky morning. The book on my phone's reading app is forgotten as I put a hand to my chest and cut my gaze directly across from Cash's Customs, the body shop specializing in foreign makes and models I work at. Walker's Wheels, which specializes in domestic vehicles and motorcycles, is my dad's shop, and the man leaving the parking lot is the one who pissed me off a year ago. In all honesty, he's still pissing me off. I glare at his leather-jacket covered back as he rides down the street. Pissed off because he ruined my concentration, I try not to think about how the guttural sound of the engine mimics the way he moaned when he came. Remembering our interlude in the garage of the Heaven Hill Clubhouse does nothing but make me angry – angry that things aren't different than they are right now."It's been a year Tatum, you ever gonna talk to him agai
Remy"It's cold out here today," I comment as I enter my sister-in-law's bakery in the Bowling Green downtown district. It's quiet this time of day; most people want sweets in the morning, not so much after lunch, so I have the place to myself."You here, Harper?" I yell out, when I don't see her manning the front counter."I'm here." She laughs, coming from behind the wall that separates the front area from the private area. She's fixing her hair, and I have to wonder what I've interrupted when my brother comes out from behind her, wiping his mouth of her lipstick."Shit, y'all. I'm sorry.""No, it's okay." Cash gives me a shit-eating grin. "Wrong place, wrong time."They look at one another, giggling again, and I feel the kick in my chest. That damn loneliness. God, I want what they have so badly. The fact that my brother has been able to find it after the childhood we had gives me so much fucking hope. My problem is that the woman I want it with still won't talk to me. T
RemyThe rest of my day is spent helping Tatum's sister-in-law and sister, Charity and Mandy, with a few things at the law office they run – mainly errands and making sure nobody fucks with them. Since I got patched in, that's been my go-to assignment from the club, and I'm good with it. I like being downtown, and those two are fun to be around. Their husbands, Drew and Dalton, are the closest in age to me within the club, so I don't feel completely nervous and awkward around them either."See you tonight?" I yell at the two of them as I lock up."We'll be there," Charity answers, before hopping into her SUV.I watch as Mandy does the same from the back door of the office. Once they're gone, I do one more check, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary. It's been ingrained in me since there was some trouble when Mandy was pregnant. I'm thorough with my work; nobody is getting hurt on my shift.Walking back out into the weather, I shiver as the air cools with the approaching
TatumThe clubhouse is a beehive of activity when I enter. A part of me feels like this place should look different. As far as I'm concerned, my life partially changed out in the driveway. An apology from Remy isn't something I thought I'd ever get. Not because I didn't think he would give it to me, but rather I didn't feel like I deserved one. If truth be known, I probably owe him the apology, not the other way around.I'm not stupid enough to not take what he's offering. If him apologizing means we can move on, then so be it. One of us had to extend an olive branch. I'm willing to admit the more mature one of us did the extending."About time you got here!"Seeing Addie puts me at ease. She's been my best friend for years, and knowing she's here tonight helps me not feel so anxious. "Sorry, I ran back to the apartment to change."She looks down at the dress, leggings, and combat boots I'm wearing, giving me a look. "Did you spill something on the clothes you wore to work, o
RemyThe sound of an alarm calms me, weird I know, but when I hear it in the morning, it reminds me I'm alive. It gives me a sense of a routine. A kind of routine I never had until my brother took control of our lives and custody of me. Before that, I didn't have any kind of routine. My life was chaos, hunger, and fear.After Harper, my sister-in-law, came into our lives, things changed. Cash wasn't by himself, wasn't trying to do everything on his own as a young man who had no idea how to take care of a kid like me. Together, even when I rallied against them and fought against their authority, they petitioned a judge and got custody of me. I don't know how he did it, never asked, but I have a feeling the Heaven Hill MC had something to do with it.Nobody has ever said, has ever made me feel as if I'm a charity case, or like I started in the dredges of human waste that I did, and I thank them for that. There are a lot of things about my childhood I choose not to remember, and eve
TatumWork isn't my friend today after the party last night. I ended up drinking way too much and letting my brother Drew get me back to my and Addie's apartment. Luckily, I don't think my parents noticed, and if they did, they didn't say anything. Drew left me a stern text message this morning, but that's him, and I'm used to his judgement. I've been reveling in it since I was a kid. My brain is a little cloudy, so I went to the apartment and slept for forty-five minutes, instead of going to grab lunch. I'm hoping like hell it'll make me feel less sick and more alive.As I open the shop up and go back to the counter, I see an aqua blue and gray envelope sitting there, propped up against my stapler. I recognize the black ink scribbled on the front as Remy's, and my name is on it.Cash isn't back yet, otherwise I would ask him when Remy showed up, why he did it when I wasn't here, and what this envelope means. A part of me knows I should confront Remy, I should let things go, but
Remy"You sure this is where you wanna go?" I glance over at Maddie. She's getting so big, soon she'll be nine, and I'm not sure what the fuck I'm going to do with myself when that happens. That's too close to her being a teenager."Yeah," she answers. "I need a new book to read, and they have really cute notebooks too."Everything has to be really cute right now in her life. It's disconcerting, to say the least. "You wanna grab some dinner after this?""Can we go get greasy burgers? Mom hardly ever lets me do that."I grin, loving the relationship we have now. She's old enough that we've started to have things that are just ours. Usually when we go out for dinner, it's to get greasy burgers. We share a milkshake and a plate of fries. Creating memories with her is important to me; I want her to know someone loves her besides her parents. That if anything were to ever happen, she would have someone else. "Sure can," I say, grabbing her hand as we cross traffic and ducking into