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Chapter 15

 

Tank

Doc’s checking Heather, and there seems to be a line of women
that need his services tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen shit
get as crazy around here as it is right now.

“You sure you’re ok?” Grabbing Bella one more time, I drag her
against me.

“I’m fine dad. I just hope Jersey’s ok.” Nodding my head, I get
why she lost it. Shooting at people though? I didn’t think the girl
had it in her.

“She will be. Havin’ kids can mess with your hormones and shit.
She’ll be alright.” Bella nods as I let her go. I watch as she wraps
her arms around Joey’s waist.
“He isn’t so bad is he?” Cher startles me slightly. Looking down
at her, I smile.

“Thank God you haven’t lost your damn mind too!” Cher laughs
before she hugs me.

 

“I don’t think I could. There needs to be at least one sane
person in this place.” Kissing the top her head, I have to agree.

 

“That’s true. Those girls will need you, if you’re up to it.” As if
that was even a question, she nudges me.

 

“I love these girls. I’ll do anything for them.” She always brings a
smile to my face. She never ceases to amaze me either.

“We’re taking that ride to the lake, yeah? Before we can go,
there’s another run that I signed up for. We need to help out
Griff’s boys.” Cher looks up at me not at all happy about it, but
she understands.

“I wish I could have met him.” Sighing, I wish the same thing.

 

“Me too darlin’. I need to go get ready. “Cher pushes up on her
toes to kiss me quickly.

“I’ll pack it. Go see Griff and Bella before you go.” Damn, how
did I get so fucking lucky with her? I watch her walk down the
hallway, my eyes traveling over her body. Cher amazes me
every day that I have with her. She’s the best thing that’s
happened to me aside from my kids.
“You on the run?” Torch walks up next to me with a shit eating
grin on his face.

“Oh fuck. I’m stuck with you?” Glaring over at him he laughs and
nods. Crazy fucker.

 

“Damn right. You know you gotta roll with the best brother.”
Shaking my head, he’s lost his damn mind.

 

“You’re crazier than the fuckin’ devil. How the hell is that
good?” Heading toward the bar he laughs behind me.

 

“Oh Tank. You know you love me brother!” I flip him my middle
finger as I walk. He’s really one crazy shit.

 

“Hey Tank. Can I talk to you a minute?” Joey side steps me as I
walk.

 

“If you have to.” As thankful as I am for Joey taking a bullet for
Bella, I still don’t like this dating thing.

“Has she talked to you? I mean, she won’t talk to me. She looks
like shit. She barely eats anything.” Scrubbing my hand over my
face, I look over at him.

“She doesn’t say shit. I don’t know Joey. I see it too, but Cher
thinks she’s just growin’ up.” Joey looks concerned which in turn
makes me a little more uneasy. I don’t like the looks of Bella
either, but if everyone else is noticing it there has to be
something going on.
“I don’t know Tank. She hardly sleeps at night. I hear her in the
bathroom. She’s always
sick
.” Cutting my eyes at him, that’s
some information I didn’t need to hear coming from him.

“You get my daughter
pregnan
t?” Hell, that’s the first thing that
came to my mind.

“Hell no. We haven’t even.” Shaking my head, I throw my hand
up. No need for him to go any further with that shit. I don’t
need to know what him and Bella have, and have not done.
Although, it is good to hear that she is being careful.

“Enough! Just see if you can get her to talk while we’re out.”
With a nod, he walks away as I blow out a breath.

 

“What the hell was that?” Glancing over at Creed, I grunt.

 

“The boy was tellin’ me that he and Bella haven’t slept
together.” Creed breaks into laughter before I elbow him.

“Wait till Heather grows up, you son of a bitch.” Creed laughs
harder as I walk away to find Griff. Hell, I need some father son
time, with all these damn females around here.

Chapter 16

Creed

“Joey! Let’s ride.” Yelling at the little shit to come on, just
annoys me further. I don’t like the fact that I have to take him
with me. I should have sent his ass with Tank.

“Why are you yellin’?” He walks over with a grin on his face. I
can’t say that I hate the boy these days because I really don’t.
He kind of grows on you. At first, he was a little punk, but now
he seems somewhat valuable to the club.

“We need to take a ride over to the Spawn’s.” Joey looks at me
confused, since Tank just left to go help them out.

“Clubhouse. Tank’s runnin’ with their northern chapter on some
shit. We need to make sure that they have everything covered
on their end at home. Shit’s been off over there since their Pres.
died.” With a quick nod, he heads for the door.
“You leaving?” Jada wraps her arms around me before I kiss her
head.

“I’ll be back soon. This won’t take long. Heather’s got her
medicine for her ear; Doc said she’ll be feelin’ better soon.”
Jada nods her head before nuzzling her face into my side. I feel
bad for her, I really do.

“Yeah, Doc is getting me something too. I’m sorry Creed. I’ve
just not felt like myself in a while, and I took it out on you. It was
all kinds of wrong.” Holding her a little tighter, I savor this
moment. We don’t always have to see eye to eye, but I hate the
fighting. I hate being angry and not being able to reach her.

“It’s fine darlin’. I told you. We’re fine. We’ll get past this also,
just like everything else. Hey, can you talk to Jersey while I’m
gone? I don’t know what kind of shit she was on out there in
that garage, but she almost took Ryker’s ass out.” Jada smirks
that sweet little look of hers before she nods.

“Ryker’s a dick. He probably pissed her off really good.” Jada
laughs as she pulls back to look up at me.

“He can be, but shootin’ the fucker in our own garage ain’t
gonna fly. If she needs help she needs to get it.” Jada’s face
changes. She understands more than anyone else could.

“I know. I’ll talk to her. Be careful.” I lean in and kiss my woman
roughly. Even though this is a fairly routine run, you can never
be too sure. Anything can happen at any time, and all of our
lives here are a picture of that.
“Go take care of my daughter.” Shivers roll over my body as the
words leave my mouth. My daughter. I never thought I’d see
the day that I’d have kids. I never thought I’d be alive that long.

Walking out of the clubhouse, the air has turned chilly. The wind
blows and new day has begun. It’s sad to think that at any time,
any of us could be gone from this world. This world that we
have built still holds so much pain, and grief.

We’ve been through a lot in our time as Angel’s. Making things
take a turn down a different road hasn’t been easy, but we’re
slowly doing it. If we can pull ourselves away from the illegal
shit that flows through our veins, we may have a fighting chance
at setting the future up for our kids.

“You ok? You look lost.” Looking over at Joey, I take a deep
breath. He’s the next generation. He’s young. He is one of the
ones that we need to make this shit work for. When our kids
grow up, he’s one of the one’s that will show them the way.

“Ain’t we all lost brother? I was just thinkin’ about this club,
these guys. We’ve come a long way. We still have a long way to
go, but for now we’re makin’ it. You boys are the future of this
club, and I sure as shit don’t want my kid to have to live the way
we did. I want more for them brother.” With a smile, Joey nods
his head.

“Look Creed. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, mainly
about Bella, but I want that brother. I want to be somethin’
those kids can look up to. I don’t want to be Sharp. If I can
change anything for the better here, hell, I’m all for it.” Starring
at him, I can see it in his eyes. He’s got to be one of the best
guys we’ve brought in here.

“Let’s do it then brother.” Pulling my helmet on, I climb on my
bike. Glad me and him had this little chat.

 

Now, we need to see that everything is good with Spawn’s.
Chapter 17

 

Ryker

 

My mind is a fucking mess. My old lady took a fucking shot at
me! Hell, she
did
shoot me. How the hell does that play out?

Jersey and Ansley mean the world to me, but I can’t deal with
some trigger happy woman all the time. Jealous of Bella? Hell, I
almost laughed in her face. Thank God, I didn’t do that. She may
have really aimed that shit better.

Following behind Tank and Torch, I’m lost inside of myself. The
same place I told Torch not to hide in, yet I’m there.

“She’s had a rough time Ryker. Give it some time.” Tank slaps
his hand on my shoulder yanking me back to reality. A reality I
don’t want to be in right now.
“Fuck, Tank. She took a shot at me brother! Your kid was right
there.” Seeing the look in his eyes, I know he is madder than
he’s letting on about that shit.

“And you protected her. Look, shit has been rough on those
girls. Look what they lived with brother. Hell, Jersey was fuckin’
traded out by her own goddamn parents. She needs
reassurance. She needs to have that in place so she knows she is
cared for, and loved.” Running my hand through my hair I
thought that’s what I’ve been doing.

“How do I do that? I thought she already had all that. What the
fuck more do I need to do?” Tank shrugs his shoulders as the
Spawn’s all gather around.

“Can’t thank you guys enough for comin’ up here. Since Griff’s
been gone, no one wants to take this club seriously. We lost out
on over 7k this month alone.” Davey, one of the Spawn’s from
the northern chapter speaks. He looks like hell. Shit, they all do.

“Who moved in?” All eyes come to rest on me before he
speaks.

“Raven’s. Took up residence over at the shop on Willow.
They’ve been runnin’ shit out of there since Griff died. They
intercepted one of our shipments comin’ in from Cuba.” Shaking
my head, that shit’s never good.

Spawn’s have tried to go legit the same way we’ve been trying.
It’s hard though, when your life revolved around guns and drugs
for as long as we’ve been alive.
“So we roll on them. Run them out of there. Ravens were never
about shit when I was Nomad.” Looking around I see the nods.
Most of these guys know me from back then. I was all over
when I was Nomad.

“I agree. They’re a small club. Shouldn’t take a whole lot to push
them out. That’s Spawn’s territory, yeah?” Tank looks over at
Davey as he nods.

“Has been for years. We don’t mess around that way much
anymore with the new shit opened up. Hell, we didn’t even
know they were there until our shipment was gone.” Shaking
my head, I wonder what the hell the Ravens were even thinking.
They never were a big club. They dabbled in little shit. Weed,
hookers, things like that.

“We know how they got it?” Davey nods again.

“Picked up one of our old lady’s a while back. Beat the shit out
of her until she talked. Problem was, she had her jaw wired shut
and was on so many meds, she didn’t know what was real or
not.” That sets a new fire off inside of me. I may be a crazy
motherfucker, but after what I saw with Jersey, I don’t like
hearing that shit.

Tank’s hand lands on my shoulder drawing my attention to him.
I can see the look in his eyes, he knows.

“I agree with Ryker. We move in on them. Let’s get them out of
here, but first, I wanted to ask. Who’s your new President?”
Looking around the room no one speaks. No one looks at the
other, they all look down. I know it had to be hard losing their
president, but surely they picked a new one.

“Oh, come the fuck on! You think Griff would have wanted you
motherfuckers to be rollin’ around here without a president?”
Tank loses his shit. I know he was close to Griff.

“No one measures up to him, brother.” One of the others guys
speak before Tank looks ready to lose his shit.

“That’s pretty clear. No one will ever be Griff, but you need to
have a president in place. How the fuck you want anyone
around here to take you seriously if you don’t? I for one, ain’t
rollin’ on shit, until this shit is settled.” Crossing my arms over
my chest, Torch mimics my moves. It’s true. I’m not rolling up
on another club without a President in place. That would make
them, and us look weak.

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