![]() ![]() "I won the spelling bee, daddy! My teacher, Mrs. "Baby girl," He said gruffly, "Tell daddy 'bout the spellin' bee."Įxcitement battled my tears and won. I didn't know at the time but my big strong, rough and tough father was trying not to cry. "Daddy," I whispered, trying so hard not to cry. Uncle Joe slid into the chair beside me and put his arm around me, pulling my chair close to his. My sneaker-clad feet didn't reach the floor and my chin barely cleared the table. "Eva," He said softly, smiling down at me as I climbed into an uncomfortable plastic chair. He was hindered slightly by the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles, looped together by a chain, and the prison guard standing behind him who shoved him back down. Many men would have crumbled under the responsibility of a newborn baby, especially a biker, a biker who couldn't handle more than a few weeks without needing the open road.Īside from going to prison every once in awhile, my father was a good dad and I’d never wanted for a thing.ĭressed in an orange jumpsuit, his long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail at his nape, Preacher spotted us immediately and jumped up. My mother, Deborah “Darling” Reynolds, had split a few weeks after I was born. Since my father was my only parent, my Uncle Joe and Aunt Sylvia had been given temporary custody of me. I was holding my Uncle “One eyed” Joe's hand as we walked through Riker's family visiting room. M y father's shortcomings, the constant crime and the club lifestyle weren’t strange to me, it was all I knew. His way with words and his killer smile made him friends everywhere he went and considering he'd been riding since he'd still been in my grandmother's womb, when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. People who c ould get things done quietly. ![]() People who didn’t run in his circle, people who were off the grid. ![]() He had government connections and ties to the mafias but what made him his most dangerous and most feared was his many connections to average everyday people. My father was a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Silver Demon's worldwide and was highly respected but mostly feared by other MC's. The Silver Demon's MC was a notorious group of criminals who lived by the code of the road and gave modern society and all it entailed a great big fuck you. It was not the first time my father had been in prison and it wouldn't be the last. My father, Damon Fox or "Preacher", the President of the infamous "Silver Demon's" motorcycle club -mother chapter- in East Village, New York City, was doing a five-year stint for aggravated assault and battery with a deadly weapon. I was five years old when I met Deuce, he was twenty-three, and it was visiting day at Riker's Island. ![]()
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