Page 3 of Ronny

I can hear gunfire inside of the house and it takes everything not to rush inside to make sure the girls are okay.

I hear the bikes in the distance and I rest my shoulders some, not as tense as I was a few moments ago because backup is here.

When the bikes roll in, I spot my dad right in the front. He is one of the original founders of the Grim Sinners MC.

I pull myself from my family and to the fuckers that are running around trying to find a way inside of the main house and the cottages the women are in.

It blows my mind that grown men are here trying to hurt these innocent women. As a man, it’s engrained in me to protect and care for women, not this shit.

The only answer is, they are not fucking men.

I see a fucker going toward the side of the house where my dad and River are. I take my shot and he falls dramatically with the bullet on the right side of his head. I don’t give him a second thought.

From the corner of my eye, I see Etta, Dad, Olivia, Lynn, and Konrad all walking toward one of the cottages. I let out a deep breath the second the girls are inside. Olivia looked terrified.

Fuck, those blue eyes are going to haunt me because of how scared she was. I remember her on the news when she went missing.

I don’t let myself get distracted as I take out the fuckers that move in front of my scope, while my family below me are riding around and taking out the rest of them.

Within minutes, it’s all over, the sounds of gunshots dissipating and the silence eerie.

I pack up the gun and put it back in the case, carrying it back downstairs to the armory, not wanting one of the kids to randomly find it lying around.

My dad comes up behind me and I turn to look at him. His expression shows he is pissed the fuck off but I don’t care if he gets mad at me, I would do it all over again to protect my family.

This is why from the age of thirteen, I was trained better than most men in the military.

He starts laughing before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to him so he can hug me. “I’m proud of you, son. You stood for the shit we have taught you. You saved lives today.” My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest and behind him comes Lane, our president, carrying a cut. “We were going to wait until you were eighteen,” Dad tells me, and he steps back.

It’s a prospect cut. I have wanted to be a member of the MC since I understood the brotherhood. I grew up in this life, I have many uncles, aunts, and cousins.

I swallow hard, nodding. “I’m honored.”

Lane hands my dad the cut and I turn around, letting him slip it over my arms. Fuck, this feels like home.

“Today, you aren’t just my son, you’re a man.”

This very day, my life changed forever.

Olivia

Sixteen Years Old

Two Years Later

Today is the day I’m starting high school. For my last couple years I decided I was going to go back to high school. Trust me when I say I’m terrified.

I was twelve years old when I snuck out of my mom’s house to go back to my dad’s. It was stupid and I shouldn’t have been walking by myself in the middle of the night.

That very moment altered my life forever.

I was kidnapped off the side of the road, then thrown into a cult where I was hurt every day of my life, forced to be married and live a life that was so backward and wrong.

I held on to the hope that one day I would get to see my dad again. I was hurting more for him because I know me being missing was the worst kind of hell for a parent.

It was two years before I was finally found. Honestly, I don’t even remember half of the time I was there, it’s like I locked a part of me away.

But after years of intense therapy, I’m healed physically, and emotionally I’m getting there.

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