Chapter 1
Anchor
“Okay, so Stone, myself, Tank, Scar, Shadow, Albert and probably Tack to see what he’s got will go on the next run and meet up with the Huntsmen.
This time we’re delivering goods to the Cartel, their usual supplier is running low for what they need,” I state as I read off my papers word for word after speaking to Jose, “We’ll take route forty this time, it’ll be a five-day trip and this time around we’re looking at one mil in payment. ”
Doc nods, then looks around the table and asks, “Any complaints?”
The brothers shake their heads, and he bangs the gavel on the dark oak table to cement the next club run.
We’re in church, a meeting where only the officer brothers attend to sort through running ammo and drugs between the Cartel, The Untamed, The Huntsmen, and the Devil’s MCs, go through all the club businesses and finances, and speak about any problems within the club.
We only bring the whole club in if there is an emergency.
Doc sits at the head of the table as our president, who is also the head of the E.R.
. Next to him, Stone, our VP, runs Rebel’s Pheonix, our dance club right and goes on most club runs due to Doc being a doctor.
Then you have Trigger our sergeant, our local tattoo artist, running Rebel’s Arts with his dad.
I’m the road captain who plans all the club runs and runs Rebel’s Honeys, Tank, our enforcer who every Tuesday disappears for reasons we have no idea but has done for years and works nights and weekends at the hospital with Doc, also an E.R.
doctor. He also works with Dirty, our treasurer at Rebel’s motors during the day as long as he isn’t on nights during that week.
Then you have Ace, Dirty’s blood brother, our secretary, who does all the clubs finances ensuring each brother gets paid fairly and a good amount is put in the club account while also running Rebel’s Grub.
Dirty is our tech guru who basically saves our asses daily.
We run the club, all of us taking over from our fathers, making them proud and bringing in more money than they ever did. Well except for Dirty, he took over from Catch who passed away a year after he gave his officer patch to Dirty.
“Okay, Anchor, write it up and inform the brothers and prospects that will be attending, it’ll be good to see what Tack has, especially with me vouching for him,” Doc demands, and I nod before he asks, “What happened last night?”
Fuck’s sake. I groan, dropping my head, causing the brothers to snicker like assholes.
“Honestly, I don’t even fucking know, one minute I’m getting my dick sucked by Barbie like a fucking pro.
The next, before I can paint her damn throat, Archer is barging into my office to explain a fight had broken out, breaking my pending orgasm to find out what the fuck has happened only to see three fucking fights had broken out. ”
I roll my eyes and slouch in my seat.
“You didn’t wanna question any of them?” Stone asks with confusion, and I lock eyes with Dirty, who smirks my way, his blue eyes lighting up, and I groan again not ready for this shit.
“The fucker was too busy chasing after tail,” Dirty announces, and every eye comes my way in shock.
“Fuck off, Anchor never chases after pussy!” Ace instantly denies, shaking his head, not wanting to believe.
To most brothers, I’m the clubs ‘player’. I like pussy anyway I can have it as long as they are legal and consensual and I’ve been extremely vocal that I’d never settle down – until now.
“Well, hate to tell ya, brother, but last night, as the girl's ‘boyfriend’ came back inside, he ran after the girl and didn’t return to the club,” Dirty announces again, airing my laundry to all, and I glare at him, which only makes him grin wider – dickhead.
“You chased after a woman who has a boyfriend?” Tank questions with a raised brow, and I wince as I run my hand through my hair and admit, “Worse, I demanded she end things, and I was going to get Dirty to do a check on her for me so I know where she goes during the day. I have her license plate number.”
Dirty busts out in laughter while the rest of the brothers try to hide theirs, and I shake my head at them.
Fuckers, all of them are fucking fuckers!
“She’s your one,” Doc states as a fact with a smirk and I nod, and that shuts everyone up as Dirty mutters, “Shit,” and I nod again because yeah, shit is definitely the word to use, especially when already three brothers that have fallen have all fucked up, one falling when he was fucking ten and still managed to fuck it up after marrying the girl and having a kid.
“You brothers want to help a guy out by not letting me fuck this up?” I joke, but no one laughs, and I swallow hard.
“We won’t let you fuck it up,” Trigger mutters, and I nod, grateful to have their support.
“What about the boyfriend?” Stone questions and Dirty answers, “He took Glimmer to the back room after she left. She was sitting at the bar for over an hour waiting for him to get his thrill from the lap dances or so Archer mentioned, keeping an eye on her because all she did was drink water and frown and when the fights broke out, she clearly had had enough and told her boyfriend so. Glimmer said his crotch stunk.”
“Then she is fair game,” Doc calls, and I grin before I shake my head and look at Ace and ask, “How did the fucking fights start? Archer never mentioned it when he came to get me.”
He winces and admits, “Mitzy was giving this guy a lap dance while Glitzy was giving the other one a dance, but kept eyeing the guy her sister was on, and it pretty much started there with jealousy yet again.”
“And the guys?” Doc asks with curiosity.
Ace chuckles and states, “The guy Glitzy was on got pissed that both women wanted the other guy and sucker punched him, and well, the rest is history.”
“What about the two women customers?” I ask, and Dirty laughs even harder.
“They came into the club together to find their men,” he says, “and as a punishment for being in the club, the blonde decided it would be a good idea to give her friend's husband a lap dance while shoving her tongue down his throat shocking the poor man, like that wouldn’t start a fight.”
I wince, “Fuck, women are crazy.”
The brothers laugh, and I shake my head.
“What punishment is being given for Mitzy and Glitzy?” Stone questions looking my way.
“They are the best dancers we have right now and are in demand with the customers,” I remind the table, “So they are officially on separate shifts, this is the last fucking straw as far as I’m concerned, and if they don’t like it, well, they know where the door is and we’ll have to bump up another girl.
They are both also on bar duty for the time being. ”
The brothers all nod in agreement as Doc states, “Alright, I’ll let you handle that shit, Anchor, but you know where I am if you need me, well, preferably not right after a nightshift though,” I smirk and he looks around the table, “Let's go through the finances, then we can all get on with our afternoons, and Anchor can try and win his girl around.”
The brothers all laugh at my expense, and I give Doc the middle finger, which he just grins at before Dirty begins going through Rebel’s Motors finances, trying to hold in his laughter.
Fuckers.
***
An hour later, I stroll out of church to a full common room, the clubwhores already out and about looking for their next conquest. They are hoping to entice the brothers despite the old ladies being in the room, not caring if they piss them off, which in my eyes is their funeral.
Some of our old ladies are fucking crazy, and yes I’m including my own step-mama in that scenario who when not provoked is sweet as anything but the clubwhores don’t seem to understand the danger they’re putting themselves in trying to sidle up next to the taken brothers.
Trying to push their tits up to gain their attention even though they are wearing jeans and tee’s knowing the rules about the dress code before eight in the evening but all failing miserably because the brothers are busy shooting the shit, enjoying a beer.
I’ll give it ten minutes before my step-mama loses it.
Shaking my head at Roxy, a clubwhore who doesn’t like to stick to the rules and is currently wearing a skirt that is so short it could be classed as a belt cozies up next to my dad who is in deep conversation with Shadow.
I continue my path to the front door, the destination Dirty managed to get me five minutes ago before we left church my only priority right now which is just fucking shocking in itself.
I always, without fail, have a drink with the brothers after church, then head to Rebel’s Honeys to do the books, but instead, I’m off to convince a girl to be mine and dump her shitty cheating boyfriend.
“Yo Anchor, where in the fuck are you going?” I hear Thunder shout, Shadow’s son, causing everyone to look my way in confusion but I don’t stop my stride with Tank following because he never has a drink after church, the only brother who doesn’t even have a house built on club property, instead owning a farmhouse a mile down the road and call, “Got business to attend.”
The officer brothers all laugh while everyone else just looks confused, but I ignore them all and walk out of the clubhouse.
”Call if you need me, yeah?” Tank says as he climbs on his bike, and I nod.
“Will do, thanks brother,” I reply as I climb on my own Harley, start her up, and rev her before pulling away and heading for the gate. Archer opens it for me, and I give him a salute as I drive out, ready for my girl, because yes, she will be my girl.
I refuse to take this connection for granted.
***
I sit astride my bike, half an hour later, next to Summer’s expensive fucking pure black BMW, eyeing the students walking around Wincher University, looking for a certain black-haired beauty, ignoring the fuck me eyes from the women as they walk past me, biting their bottom lips.
From what Dirty found out —giving me the cliff notes, which is all I wanted —Summer is twenty-one, her father has passed, and she is in school full-time earning her bachelor's in social work and doesn’t actually need to work.
Her dad left her a fucking fortune and with the property, cars, and off shore accounts, she has over two million.
“Oh my god, he is so hot…” I hear someone gasp, “Do you think he’ll fuck me over his bike?”
Fucking classy.
“Brothers only fuck their old ladies over their bikes or on them, Maggie,” I hear another girl say but I don’t look to ask how the fuck the girl knows that because my body tingles and my pulse races, seeing the woman I haven’t managed to stop thinking about walking down a few steps, students trailing out the large building she’s exited from behind her.
“How do you even know, Theresa?” I hear the first girl snap, Maggie and her friend replies, “Because I’ve been attending their parties for two years now and I asked a few times but a brother called Thunder denied me and explained that is the reason why.”
Am I surprised Thunder fucked the girl gossiping beside me? No, not really and I don’t even care because Summer has my whole fucking attention as I take her in.
Her hair is up in a messy bun, and this time, she’s in jeans and a simple top, carrying a shoulder bag, looking fucking beautiful.
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but fuck.
As if she can feel me staring, she looks up in my direction and pauses, her mouth parting in shock, and I tilt my head daring her.
Come on, sunshine…
If she turns, I will follow her, and she has to know that, because even from here, I can see her swallow before taking a deep breath then walking over to me, and I don’t take my eyes off her, fucking entranced.
Growing up, I never thought I would find ‘the one’, never really believed in it, despite how in love my dad is with Hannah because he has fucked around on her and then there is my mama who never married. It got me thinking love didn’t exist until now because here we are.
“Hey sunshine,” I whisper, her nickname that suits her name and the way her eyes sparkle coming out as she stops just inches from me, and we lock eyes. “Have you dumped that boyfriend of yours yet?” I demand softly.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know Summer was dating a brother?
” I hear Maggie gasp and her friend instantly denies, “No way, that’s Anchor, he loves to screw around, she probably did something to piss him off,” and I swear if they don’t fuck off I’m going to flip, though the fact Summer rolls her beautiful dark blue eyes does lighten my anger a little.
“You can’t just demand something and believe I’d jump,” she replies ignoring the women, and her voice, fuck, it’s so sweet, so angelic, it hits my fucking cock, making it twitch.
Smirking, I reach out and grab her bag, yanking her towards me, causing her to gasp before her breath hitches as I cup her soft fucking cheek, a sound I know I will love every time I touch her.
I murmur, “Actually, I can and you will,” before I slam my lips against hers in a hard, bruising kiss, gasps echoing from the two women but I ignore them and before Summer can come to her senses, I pull back and demand, “Get on the bike, sunshine, we’re going for a ride.
” Already prepared to lift her on if she doesn’t listen.
This girl, she’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she understands it and leaves that fucker.
We’re meant to be, and it only took me a few seconds to figure it out.