Property of Blitz (Kings of Anarchy MC: Georgia #3)

Prologue

Charlie

“Something just isn’t right,” I snap, glaring at Six.

Six’s eyes narrow on my face. “You don’t think that I don’t fucking see it too? It’s my fucking club.”

I turn away from him, pacing the room, trying to wrap my mind around what Six just told me.

“Goddamn it!” he bellows before I hear his fist connect with the wall.

“He has convinced everyone that the risk is low and the money is too good to pass up. I keep pushing the vote out, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing that.

NOS has them convinced that it’s the best thing and with half of them so fucking high most days they can barely function eventually I’m going to fucking lose.

Losing could mean more than just a vote for a new business venture.

I have no doubt that NOS will be out for blood. Sunshine, maybe I should just …”

His tone makes it sound like it’s something he is considering. I spin around angrier at this man than I’ve ever been in the ten years we’ve been married. “You cannot even be considering this.”

We stand there just watching each other, and I truly take in the man in front of me.

He looks tired in a way that isn’t just physical or mental.

Six looks soul-worn and tired. His thick jet-black hair is more salt and pepper than solid black, and his beard is nearly all gray.

He isn’t standing tall and proud but seems to be shrinking in on himself.

Six sighs, leaning back against the wall behind him with arms crossed over his chest, looking at the floor.

“You know I would never do something like that willingly, but what the fuck do you expect me to do if the brothers vote yes? I might be the president of this club, but that doesn’t mean a fucking thing when it’s a majority vote. ”

I move without thought, walking over to him and going up on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, just breathing him in.

Six wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, just holding me.

My anxiety and stress fade, as always happens when I’m wrapped in his arms.

He kisses my neck before pulling back, looking me in the eye, “I’m going to give you a name and number. I want you to hide the card somewhere you can get to if you ever need it. This man will help you and make sure you're safe.”

I shake my head, “I don’t want it. Nothing is going to happen. The other brothers will see what is right. It’s going to work out, I know it!”

Devastation like I’ve never seen fills his eyes. “I wish I could say the fucking same right now, but I can’. Take the card, Sunshine, and put it where only you can find it.”

He shoves the card into my hand, and I finally take a look at it.

It’s a white card with nothing but a phone number.

No name, no hint of who or what the number is for.

I flip it back and forth a couple of times before raising my eyes back to Six.

He reads something on my face because, before I say anything at all, he answers my unvoiced question.

“That number one day will be the only way you will be safe. I need you to fucking trust me and not question me on this one.” He drops his hands on my hips, squeezing slightly. I give him a slow nod before sliding the card into the pocket of the pants that I’m wearing.

Six searches my face for doubt, and I fight every internal reaction to keep him from seeing the genuine fear that is trying to suck me under.

I give him a soft smile before leaning in to kiss him.

He runs his hands down my sides and over my hips, cupping my ass.

Six uses the hold on my ass to pick me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist as the kiss intensifies.

It’s as if we’re trying to take in everything about each other, kissing as if this were the last time.

I get lost in the kiss of the man who owns every part of my life and soul.

The one that pulled me out of a life that was out of control and on a road to destruction.

He pulled me into a life that showed me what it meant to have family, people at your back, and somewhere to belong.

It wasn’t easy, and we’ve had our fights, but in the end, he never faltered or bent to anyone’s will.

I’m not blind and know that his soul and that of the other brothers of Lucifer’s Knights Motorcycle Club aren’t clean.

They are stained with the blood of those who have crossed the club, hurt women and children, and played fast and loose with club property and product.

That was the way it was until it wasn’t, and now we’re fighting the battle to keep the club grounded and to stop the inevitable downfall of our current trajectory.

Six lays me on our bed, pulling back to look down at me with more love and devotion than I’ve ever seen from him. What causes true terror to take hold is the absolute fear I see hiding deep within his eyes. A single hot tear scorches its way down the side of my face and into my hair.

“Don’t cry, Sunshine,” Six whispers across my lips. “Never let the fuckery of the world dim your light.”

My eyes slide closed at his words, as I try to hide the turmoil of emotions I can seem to lock away.

He kisses me, stopping me from denying him the way I’ve done a thousand times.

The kiss deepens, burning me from the inside, slow and aching.

When Six runs his hand under my shirt, it’s as if he is trying to ground us both.

His movements are slow and unhurried, like he is trying to commit it all to memory, as if this moment is all we’re going to have.

Then three hard knocks stop us cold, and a familiar chill settles in my chest, because nothing good ever comes from that kind of knock.

“Prez, we need you out here.”

Six drops his head onto my chest and groans. “I swear they’re like fucking children and know the exact moment to fucking interrupt.”

Reaching up, I dive my fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp. My laugh starts as a quiet chuckle, building to a full belly laugh at the absurdity of it all. Six picks his head up, mock-glaring at me before grinding his rock-hard cock into my thigh.

“I do not find the fact that I’m going to walk into who knows what with my cock so fucking hard there is no way to hide it hilarious,” he grinds through clenched teeth before kissing me hard and pushing off me.

Rolling over onto my side, I prop my head on my hand, watching the love of my life walk towards the door.

Just as Six reaches out to open the door, he turns back, looking at me over his shoulder.

Our eyes meet, and he gives me a small, honest smile before the mask of the hard-ass Motorcycle Club President falls into place.

“Sunshine, believe me when I say no matter what, I love you with everything I have. When I walk out this door, you make sure that card I gave you is hidden, but where you can get it if you need to. Because when I’m no longer here to protect you, he will be a lasting safeguard, ensuring your light continues to shine brightly.

” The look in his eyes makes my chest squeeze so tight that my head spins from it.

“I love you too, and I know it’s all going to be okay.” I give him what I hope passes for a convincing smile.

Six gives me a sharp nod. “Promise me, Sunshine. You remember that card and where you hid it.”

My heart sinks because the look in his eyes is fear once again. Fear like I have never seen. “I promise, Six, I will hide it and never forget it.”

Three hard knocks come again before he can pull the door open to find the Enforcer standing there high as fuck and snarling in anger, “Fucking took you long enough. NOS is calling for church.”

Sitting up in bed, I watch as Six’s shoulders go rigid in front of me before he speaks. “Last time I fucking looked at his cut, he’s the VP and doesn’t have the fucking right to call church without talking to me first.”

The Enforcer sneers at him. “Seems like the tide is turning, and you might just get swept out to sea if you don’t fall in line.”

Six grabs the man by the front of his cut then slams him against the wall. “Are fucking threatening me, Wart?”

Wart bares his teeth. “It’s only a threat if it doesn’t happen.”

Six leans closer, speaking in hushed tones I can’t hear, but whatever he says causes Wart’s eyes to go wide with a mix of anger and pure terror.

Wart opens his mouth to say something when NOS’s voice from the end of the hall has Six’s head snapping in that direction.

Six stands to his full height, letting go of Wart and turning towards NOS with his arms stretched out wide.

“I’m right here, fuckhead. Let’s deal with it here and now because at the end of the fucking day this is my goddamn club and things will be done my way,” Six calls out to him.

I can’t hear NOS or see what he does, but my entire world stops spinning when Six looks over at me with love and devotion mixed with sadness.

Moving to stand, I start to rush to him when the first boom of gunfire goes off.

Six never looks away, giving only a small shake of his head as he falls to his knees.

Then there is a second boom before I can reach him.

Watching in dawning horror as everything that made my man who he is drains from his eyes.

I fall to my knees, catching his head before it can hit the floor. There is screaming coming from somewhere in the distance. Right now, all I can do is hold Six in my lap and beg for him to not leave me.

“You promised me you would be here,” I sweep the hair from his forehead, my tears dropping on his face like rain. “You bastard, you can’t leave me like this. Please!”

I just beg the universe for him to come back, to not leave, as chaos breaks out around me.

A shadow falls over me, and all I can do is cover Six with my body as I shatter into more pieces than I thought possible.

The smell of cigarettes and body odor falls over me.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I ignore the man as I continue to beg for Six to come back to me.

He fucking promised I would never have to be without them, that we were going to start a family. It was always going to be the two of us against the world.

A hand runs down the back of my head, causing my stomach to roll in revulsion. “It’s time for things to change for the Lucifer’s Knights.”

“You can rot in hell, NOS,” I hiss, refusing to let go of the man that just took my soul with him.

The hand on the back of my head twitches just before he grabs a handful of my hair, wrenching my head back. NOS runs his tongue up the side of my face to my ear, “Fall in line or go with him.”

“I would rather go with him than be a part of anything that has to do with you,” I snap weakly.

“Your wish is my command,” NOS drawls, his grip on my hair tightening. “Until then though, I think it’s finally fucking time to show you what a real man can do to your body.”

No sooner than the words were out of his mouth than I was being pulled away from Six and back into our room.

Reaching up, I grab the wrist of the hand in my hair as I start to kick and fight the hold.

NOS slams the door shut before throwing me on the bed.

Quickly I turn, trying to crawl toward the gun or knife that I know Six has hidden beside the bed.

My fingers just barely graze the hilt of the blade when NOS’s sweaty palm wraps around my ankle, pulling me back across the bed.

My breathing is coming hard and fast, and my head is spinning as the adrenaline and fear course through my veins.

The tears that started when I watched my world implode are now mixed with tears of frustration, anger, and pure hate.

NOS rolls me onto my back, and I kick out with my free foot and make contact, causing him to curse, though his grip on my ankle doesn’t loosen enough for me to snatch my foot away.

I flip back onto my stomach, scrambling across the bed, just wrapping my fingers around the hilt of the knife when NOS’ weight falls onto my back, trapping my arm in the stretched-out position.

The stench of his breath seems to burn across my skin. “You really are a dumb fucking cunt. It’s time that you learn your fucking place.”

The tears have finally stopped. The hurt and devastation are still burning hot in my soul, but the anger has settled into pure, hot motherfucking rage. “You’ll never be man enough to put me in my place.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “As far as I can tell, you couldn’t put a puppy in its place.”