Bear
Rebel Wayfarers MC, Book Three
Rob Crew once had it all—a loving wife, a cherished child, and a steadfast career in the Navy. But in an instant, tragedy stripped him bare, leaving him adrift in a sea of grief. Numb and directionless, he clings to the only sparks left: the rhythm of his music and the roar of custom bikes he builds with his own hands. Enter Davis Mason, the unyielding president of the Rebel Wayfarers MC, who sees potential in Rob’s shattered soul and pulls him into the fold. Reborn as Bear, Rob rises through the ranks, embracing his role as the club’s steadfast enforcer and caregiver—a pillar in this fierce brotherhood of outlaws.
Eddie thrives in her world of compassion, advocating for those with special needs and basking in the warmth of true friends. Free from her overbearing family’s grip, she’s built a life that’s rich and complete… until Bear crashes into it. Their fleeting meetings ignite an undeniable spark, his haunted gaze lingering in her mind long after he’s gone. She’s vowed to steer clear of the MC life forever, yet the raw vulnerability in this towering biker tugs at her heart, refusing to let go.
As fate weaves their paths together time and again, the pull between them grows impossible to ignore. But Bear’s wounds run deep—can Eddie shatter his barriers and show him that love is worth the risk? Or will he surrender to his demons before it’s too late, letting the one woman who could heal him slip away forever?
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.” – Leo Buscaglia
Bear and Ben Jones, Slate’s little brother, have been writing poetry. Actually songs, because I can hear them in my head. Here are a few songs written by the pair.
Interview with Bear (Rob Crew) conducted by Stephanie’s Book Reports, Nov. 2014
Q: Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule for us today. I know you have a lot going on.
A: Anything to help you out, you’re the one doing the hard work, I ain’t got shit going on right now.
Q: I would like to start with what I like to call the quick fire questions. These are random questions I want you to answer without thinking. Just give me the first think that comes to mind.
A: Fire away, let’s do this.
Q: What is your idea of perfect happiness?
A: You got a glimpse of happy in my house, when I invited you into my home with my family—seeing them safe, happy, and healthy. But, perfect happiness? I’d say it’s probably getting knees in the breeze with my woman’s legs wrapped around my ass, her arms propped on my shoulders while she laughs at some stupid thing I said. Living in that moment when nothing can touch you; when you’re simultaneously isolated from everything, but wrapped up in all that surrounds you—that’s perfect happiness. Like Slate said, being uncaged and in the wind.
Q: What is your greatest fear?
A: Fuck, this one’s easy. Losing Eddie or my kids. If something happened to her…to them? God, I can’t even think about that. Let’s just move it along. Next question, alright?
Q: Which living person do you most despise?
A: Fucking Judge. He gets on radar and he is mine. I will own him. I’ve got enough brothers and friends scouring the earth for him. What he did to Eddie? His own sister? The man doesn’t deserve a kind death, and I aim to give him exactly what he deserves. Just got to find him, but we’re on it. I will own him.
Q: What do you consider your greatest achievement?
A: Breaking through to Rabid’s kids, man, making ‘em mine. All they ever wanted was someone that cared about them for more than half a second. Showing them they mattered, making them understand that they could trust me and Eddie, that is worth everything that’s happened. He’d jacked them seven ways from Sunday. From talking to Luce, they never knew which man they’d get when he rolled home. Kids don’t need that kind of upheaval every time they turn around. Especially Rafe. Man, that kid is a challenge, but when he lights up with that smile? You can’t help but love him. I’d definitely say my kids are my greatest achievement.
Q: What is your greatest regret?
A: Not getting to tell my angels goodbye. I still talk to them all the time, Eddie made it easy when she put them up on our walls, but there’re always gonna be things left unsaid, things…that need a response for validation, ya know? I trust that Drea watches over my family and me, even now. You can’t second guess life though, right? Everything that happens in all our lives bring us to the place we are today—you, me, Eddie—any one thing in the past changes? Poof, all the good in the present is gone. Hard to balance the loss and guilt with the love and joy, but living has to win out in the end, yeah? Did that even make sense? Fuck, sometimes I don’t know the shit that comes out of my mouth, but…I think there’s nearly a song in all that. Listen to this… Can’t second guess life, even if we’d want to; Our present is the gift, granted but to few… Maybe I’d call it In The End…it would be about getting through…sorry. Sidetracked myself there. You have more questions?
Q: Which living person do you most admire?
A: That’s another easy one, Davis Mason. He is the truest person you’ll ever have the good fortune to meet. Loyal, devoted, trustworthy, dedicated—that man loves the club and our brothers more than life itself, and everything he does is for us. We never have to wonder who’s got our back, because that man would go through hell and back to make certain we were taken care of. Prez is rough and brutal when the situation calls for it, but just like every other Rebel member, I’d die for that man. Rebel Wayfarers forever, forever Rebels.
Q: Thank you. Now I just have a few more questions our readers wanted to know.
You used to be in the Navy and now you are in an MC. How are the two similar or how do they compare?
A: In both the Navy and a MC there’s a hierarchy that you can map out. It’s predictable and helps make life simple to figure out, once you get it all clear in your head. There’re more individual decisions in the MC, but that could just be my opinion, too. I liked the Navy, liked serving my country and at that point in my life the military was what I needed. The discipline and character building responsibilities I found in the Navy have helped make me the man you see before you today. No puffery, just truth.
Q: You got into the club through the bikes but was it a hard transition getting into the rest of the lifestyle that is associated with the club?
A: I ain’t gonna lie, there were some bumps along the way. But Mason’s a master at easing people into the life, look at how he’s worked the situation with Jase—but we ain’t there yet, are we? The brotherhood of the club, knowing I have people who need me the way the Rebel members do—that’s a heady thing, being necessary. It’s easy to get caught up in the people, and ignore the darker aspects of the life—the things we won’t be touching on here, club business ya know—until something happens and you can’t ignore it anymore. You find yourself depending on your brothers, and it’s just a natural evolution to move towards protecting them and your way of life in turn. Even Robert Heinlein said, “A zest for living must include a willingness to die.” My brothers and I certainly have a zest for living, and I’d do anything I need to in order to support them.
But, God help a brother that betrays you, because the full weight of the club will crash down on their ass and nothing…I mean nothing, can save them. God forgives, Rebels don’t, yeah? So, your question was about making the transition from citizen into member, right? Honestly, I can’t imagine my life as being any different from yours. I work a full-time job, just like you do. I go grocery shopping, have hobbies, go to parent/teacher conferences; you can imagine how adamant Eddie is that I don’t miss those, yeah? But, when my brothers need me…when they call on me, I give them my service, because the lives and lifestyle we protect are worthy.
Q: They call you a genius because of the work you do on the bikes. I know you learned the mechanics from the Navy but where did you learn the art behind it? The computer generated template designs and airbrushing.
A: That all started in junior high, back in upstate New York. The art teacher there let me use her computers to putz around on and I found a couple of programs that I could maneuver in pretty well. I used them to create the banners the cheerleaders would hang in the gym. You know the kind, with the football player’s names and numbers all fancy-faded around the edges? I thought I was hot shit back in seventh grade. Then, when I started working for the Baugh brothers and Donny had the idea for BB&C, I couldn’t find anyone to do the tanks and fairings like I could see them in my head. I couldn’t even really describe what I wanted, but figured out how to create it myself. Self-taught, I guess you’d say. But, I think I’m a hack, not an artist.
Q: You have gone through a lot on your past bit it looks like you will have a bright future. What do you see your future looking like?
A: Shit that makes me smile? Eddie and our family, love them so much. Playing music again. You know, I’d really enjoyed it when I played with Dennis, but then it got warped in my head somehow. It became a punishment that I inflicted on myself for years. That shit in your head can twist and scar, man. Sometimes you can’t even see how badly you’ve been wounded until you get past it, right?
Lately I’ve been playing some with Slate’s little brother, Benny, and I’m starting to have fun with it again. It’s been cool to see Mason’s kid pick up the guitar, too. That boy is good…and smart? Chase is crazy smart. If Benny was on the stick he’d pick him up, make him part of his band, Occupy Yourself. Did you know that Benny asked me to co-write some songs with him? That’s been cool, and I can see us continuing with that for a while. Makes me smile, yeah.
Q: I know you have shit to take care of so I will let you go. We really appreciate the chance to talk with you.
A: Hey, no problem. It was fun to chat. You come up to Fort Wayne, you be sure and look me up, yeah? You can find Eddie and me at Checkerz most every Thursday.
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