Diesel (Savage Brothers MC-Tennessee 2)

I pick up the phone, scroll through previous calls and find the one that Violet so thoughtfully programmed into her phone as Vicky. Jesus how dense could I have been? This bitch can’t have a brain in her fucking head. I highlight it and then click call.

“Damn it! I can’t talk right now, Vi. Diesel must have had a man following him, and they called the cops. I don’t know how they moved so fast, but the fucking police caught us in a traffic stop and we had to think fast to escape, I couldn’t keep Ryan though—which means that fucker got him back. You be ready, we’ll go with plan B in a couple of weeks, after you’ve had a chance to—”

“Vi’s not going to get a chance to do anything,” I tell her, interrupting her. I should have probably let her talk longer—see how much more shit she would spill. In my experience, Vicky is nothing if not full of shit. I can’t though, because her voice slams into my head like fingernails raking down a chalkboard.

“You bastard! I told Jude he should have killed you.”

“Instead, I’m going to kill both of you. There’s not a rock you can climb under that I won’t find you. I warned you before, Vicky. I warned you when I gave you the last penny you’d ever get from me. That was payment in full. You’re the crack-whore who chose your next fix over our son. He’s mine completely. You have no claim to him.”

“Bullshit! I’m his mother. I have a new man now. We have money and I’m clean. I’ve changed. He’s mine!”

“Did you think you knocked me out enough I wouldn’t remember how you were screaming about money even while letting some prick touch my child and take him away.”

“I just meant—”

“I knew what you meant, bitch. Let me tell you what I mean. I will find you. You can go into deep hiding and it may take me a month, two months, fuck even years, I don’t care. I will find you and when I do, I won’t leave you breathing. Just like your bitch of a friend here.”

“You’d kill a woman? I knew you were scum.”

“I’d kill anyone who tries to hurt my son, Vicky. That’s something you better never forget,” I tell her and close the phone, ending the call.

I look at Violet. I guess that probably is her name. I guess everything out of her poisoned mouth wasn’t a lie. I try to see what attracted me, but now all I see is a lying conniving bitch who played me, all to get my son in the hands of the bitch who sold him.

“What are we going to do with her?” Crusher asks.

“What we do with all traitors to the club,” I answer, looking straight at Violet. She understands, I can tell by the way her body jerks with the delivery of my judgement.

“You sure, man?” Crusher asks. He’s not second-guessing me. I understand the reason he asks. I’ve been with Violet for a hell of a long time. Since that time, Ryan’s life has been repeatedly put in danger. I never understood why. Couldn’t figure out how they always knew my moves before I made them. Now I do, and it all lies at the feet of this lying cunt.

“I’ll do it myself,” I tell him, having no second thoughts about it. In fact, carving the word traitor into her body before I let her die will give me something to remember. Something that will stay with me—a lesson I will never forget.

Never let a woman in. Never let your guard down and never give one your trust.1RoryI lean back in my chair and throw my legs up on the bannister of my deck. I look out over the white capped mountains and breathe the crisp morning air into my lungs. When I moved to Whitefish, Montana, I wasn’t sure what I’d find. I just wanted away from Virginia. I needed away, for safety and for my own sanity. Other people might say their families are killing them off, but the stress and the pressures from mine truly was. I had to cut myself away from them. I took off in the middle of the night driving and I literally had no idea where I’d end up. I just knew I needed to get away.

If you were to ask me, I couldn’t for the life of me tell you how I ended up in Whitefish. I just know that it’s such a small town that you barely see it on the map. I know that there’s no major retail stores, no chain restaurants, no big motels… nothing.

Whitefish exists against the odds. It’s a town where over seventy percent of the residents rent their homes out through the year to people looking to get off the grid, who enjoy fishing, hunting or skiing. That’s about it. The ones that remain in town, do it out of pure stubbornness.