Chapter 1
Stone – Twenty Nine Years Old
“I told Axel we’ll meet him just outside of town before we travel the ten hours to Orlando to meet up with Diego and Mateo who then will fly the ammo and drugs out,” Anchor says as he reads off his papers in front of him, “I’ll need two prospects, probably, Vincent and Albert having the most experience with three runs under their belt in the van.
I’ll take up the front, with Stone, then have Trigger on the left side and Ace riding at the back. ”
Axel is the president of the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC with a crazy ass old lady who sends pranks to all clubs he’s affiliated with. Male strippers or glitter bombs, I mean, she’s sweet as anything but still crazy, and I for one would not mess with her.
We do club runs with ammo and drugs with the Untamed, The Devil’s MC and the Huntsmen MC. They bring it to us, we take it to the Cartel, and all clubs get a big ass payday, and sometimes, if we’re in a war, or they are, we help each other out.
I try not to physically sigh with relief knowing I get to leave and have a break while Trigger winces and admits, “Ashley is going to be pissed. She says she’s got a few shifts next week at the grocery store, and I promised to take her out after cancelling our date the other night.”
“And by cancelling, you mean you were too busy fucking your mistress?” Ace confirms with a brow raise, and he flinches, knowing it was a shitty thing to do, especially when she wanted to try and connect with him again.
I fucking called it in high school.
He wasn’t ready for marriage or kids and instead of explaining his feelings to his sweet wife, he kept all that shit inside.
Last year, after they got into an argument over the amount of time he’d been spending at the clubhouse instead of being at the home he had built for them a mile behind the clubhouse, where several brothers have houses including myself, spending time with her and their son.
He walked out and ended up coming to the club party we hold once a month on a Saturday to vet new prospects and club whores.
The idiot got drunk and fucked Virginia Hallows, the schools ex cheerleader who had always wanted him and bullied his wife without him even knowing or that is the rumor going around. Since his affair started not one old lady or brother has told Ashley, myself included out of misplaced loyalty.
The brothers look away, none in agreement with what he is doing to his wife and son, Cole. I look down at the roaring lion that is carved into the dark oak oval table.
We’re in church, a room where we hold officer meetings, and every time Trigger’s mistress gets brought up, which causes him to close off more with us because he knows we’re right in the regard of him doing this to Ashley, we end up with a standoff.
“Why not just leave Ashley,” Doc finally says and I look at him wide-eyed like he’s the biggest idiot at the table despite being our Pres and best friend but he ignores my look and most likely everyone else’s around this table and he states, “She is the sweetest girl in this whole town, put you first for years, brought your son into the world and yet you felt the need to go elsewhere. Why because you haven’t lived?
” he shakes his head as he runs a hand through his black hair and huffs, “I understand some brothers cheat, they like to sleep around,” he looks my way before looking back at a guilt ridden Trigger, But that’s because the women have trapped them, lied to them and they’re stuck.
You have a woman who gave you an out. She told you when she found out she was pregnant, if you want to walk away, you could because she couldn’t bear the thought of killing your child. ”
Trigger’s jaw ticks and I know he’s going to get trigger happy if I don’t cut in.
I say, “We understand you love her, Trig. We all see it, but you doing this, it’s going to destroy her.
We can’t really understand why, especially when you’re doing it right under her nose.
You moved Virginia into the clubhouse, you’ve screwed her in the pantry while your wife and son were in the common room… ”
Ashley believes she’s a clubwhore – a woman who cooks and cleans for board but also likes to fuck the brothers – when really she only sleeps with her husband and smirks at the poor unsuspecting woman every day.
He’s doing it right underneath her nose, and when she finds out, which she will, he will lose his family. He has to know that.
“She stopped sleeping with me!” he finally snaps, and I frown as he sits forward, linking his fingers on the table and admits, “A year ago, she went out grocery shopping, came back, and stopped even looking my way. She barely spoke for two weeks, didn’t let me touch her, and kept her phone hidden.
I got drunk believing she was cheating on me, having an affair… ”
His words trail off, and Tank finishes, “So you thought you’d get even without even speaking to her?”
He nods and replies, “Yeah, and I felt guilty as shit, but she continued to ignore me, and a year later, I have barely had any affection from my wife. Two months ago, we slept together after an argument but as soon as we were done, she got up and went for a shower.”
The brothers all wince and he sits back and states, “I get no affection, no love from my wife. No connection which is what Virginia gives me and while I don’t love her and I feel like shit every time I touch her, it’s something I need,” his jaw tick, “And we all know I won’t allow my wife to leave me, she’s my one and she probably knows that.
So this is the situation we’re now in, both sleeping with someone else and yeah I want to kill whoever she’s fucking but this is the route I decided to go instead. ”
I frown and ask, “Do you really believe she would cheat on you?”
He shrugs and admits, “I don’t know anymore, my fun, sweet, caring wife has been gone for a year and she’s been spending a lot of time at the grocery store when she’s not on shift,” he looks around the table, “Now that you’ve all made me feel like shit about my crappy marriage and a wife who clearly doesn’t want me anymore because we got together way too young and had a kid before we were ready, shall we continue with church? ”
It’s a cop out. He knows it and we all know it. He’s come up with scenarios in his head which may not even be real but decided they were just so he can get away with fucking the ex-high school cheerleader.
Doc clears his throat, then nods as he asks, “How’s Rebel’s Arts?”
“Business is good, clients are in every day,” Trigger mutters, then nothing else, clearly pissed but I don’t know what he expected. Ashley is family as much as he is and he knows this. None of us have told her what he’s doing and when she finds out, all of us can kiss her goodbye.
Instead of speaking to her, he used her coldness as an excuse to live out his glory days that he missed out on.
Doc nods before he looks at me and asks, “Rebel’s Phoenix?”
I swallow hard, side eyeing Trigger before I answer, “The dance club is doing good revenue-wise, but drugs have been showing up in the bathrooms. I noticed a Cannibal member coming out of the ladies where it was found, along with a woman on a high and thoroughly fucked.”
The brothers curse, and I nod.
While we distribute drugs, we don’t do it in town. Instead, we do it with the Cartel, and the Cannibal group is beginning to become a pain in the ass. Their members always popping up.
I’m also pretty sure my wife is fucking three of them.
“We need to send a message, they can’t keep doing this shit, we’ll get shut down,” Tank mutters, and I nod in agreement, and Doc agrees, “I’ll contact Cannon after church.”
We all nod. Cannon is their leader, and normally, we have a good relationship with him, so either he has a traitor wanting a war that they know he won’t win. Or he wants our territory.
Doc bangs the gavel to cement it, then states to me, “Go to the club tonight, but don’t wear your cut, see if you can find who's giving the shit out, maybe watch in your office for a while first,” and I nod before he looks at Tank and Dirty and asks, “How's Rebel’s Motors?”
Dirty answers, “Going steady, customers come in every day, money is good,” and Tank confirms, “The book is full for the next three months and we’re still getting calls.”
The brothers bang the table in celebration, and I grin.
Customers mean money meaning us officer brothers get an extra ten percent more than the rest of the club.
Doc looks towards Anchor and asks, “How’s Rebel’s Honeys?”
Anchor groans, “Revenue is good, money through the roof, but the women, fuck me, they are a pain in the ass. Yesterday, Brandy physically dragged Candy away from a high-paying client. Thankfully, he found it hot and entertaining, but if they did that shit with the wrong person…”
I wince and remind him, “They’re our two highest paying strippers,” and he groans again, making me smirk.
The women are crazy as fuck, especially where money is involved, but good at what they do.
“Give them a final warning,” Doc announces shocking us but he shrugs and states, “They may be good at what they do but so are several others,” he looks around the table all of us nodding in agreement before he looks back at Anchor and demands, “Give them a final warning, they need to know they can’t keep doing this shit and that they are replaceable. ”
“On it,” he agrees before Doc, then looks down and states, “I’ll be working nights all this week, so Stone,” he looks at me, “will be in charge during the day while I sleep.”
I nod. Doc is, well, a doctor, an E.R. one to be precise, and a fucking good one at that. So is Tank, who works weeknights at the hospital and weekends at Rebel’s Motors.
My wife was hoping to gain Doc’s attention before he graduated but it didn’t work. So she latched onto me, and I stupidly gave in after a year of her dangling her easy pussy in front of my face.
Damn stupid teenage hormones.