Ezra had only sighed at her words and put his phone away. He had other things to see to.
When he arrived the next morning he had come upon the boys playing and Marcia seeing to her garden. He had offered to help but it clearly had embarrassed her. So he had just busied himself by playing some catch with the boys and trying to appear non threatening.
This last was a bit problematic. He had actually grown half an inch since his last measurement and though it seemed nothing, that extra half inch seemed both to settle him but also make him appear even larger.
Now one of the tallest men in the county, and already the most fit, he towered over Sean, and though he had intentionally worn loose jeans and a over long tshirt to mask his body, he still seemed about to explode with strength and power. He had not stopped training despite forswearing the club. in fact if anything he trained more now, despite not having fights. He was getting a lot of attention from scouts, despite having signed his letter of intent to OSU some time ago. He had succumbed and bought a number of OSU shirts, jackets and other gear, mostly because they were happy to help him get it in his sizes, and he needed something not club related.
He had been amazed when his family had not thrown a big fit about that, though they were clearly hurt. But They supported and loved him. And they knew how much he loved Samantha. They had made sure he had not done anything stupid like getting her named inked onto him, but tatoos were still something he didn't like or want.
The SAMCRO boys had called him to bitch, but when he had pointed out that OSU had sweetened the deal on his scholarship and the spare when he forswore the club even they had settled down quite a bit. They were still annoyed with him, but they also did not relish the idea of fighting him about it. Despite his outsider status now, he was still welcome at club gatherings and though he fought only for the honor of the Willowfoot family and not SAMOK, his family backed him and his skills only continued to grow along with his other physical abilities.
Hence his surprise as Sean handed him a handgun.
He took it, pulled back the slide, then dropped the magazine checking the loads and the weapon's action, then put it back and safetied the weapon which he then put into the door's cargo panel under the maps.
He then looked down into Sean's eyes. "Thank you for the trust sir but understand something. Anyone who threatens Samantha has to get through me first. And I will die before I let anyone hurt her." He did not flex or do anything so immature. He simply spoke fact.
His fights in Vegas were not so long ago, and he was even bigger now, but he had lost none of his lean predatory look. He seemed a tiger or a wolf in human form waiting for prey to pounce upon.
He did offer his hand to Sean. "And if i do I promise to turn myself directly in to you sir." His blue eyes glowed with the sincere intent of his words.
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