Page 39 of Savage Protector

Reap what you S.O.W.

Back in the day when his father started the club with his military buddies, they’d put the club’s focus on the fact that every action has consequences with a goal to make sure true justice was served. Sometime between then and the fateful night of his mother’s death, the club motto and everything else about it went to shit.

Violence had become the norm and nearly every member had taken the stance of kill or be killed.

The anger already sitting in his gut grew. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t his life any more than the Corps, although at the moment he had nowhere else to turn. Everything was fucking shit and getting worse by the second.

Time to find some control.

“So lets have it. What the hell happened that brought you willingly into the mill? Thought you were too busy with your new bitch to worry about the likes of us. She get tired of you already?” Axel handed him a beer and he had to use every ounce of his training to accept it instead of smashing it across his face. Instead, he watched him take the seat across from him while clenching his jaw to keep quiet. The other guys had melted away and he was left facing him with the worst possible news.

“I thought I was too. Although we both know that things can change when we least expect it. But I thought you wanted me to talk to JD?"

"You will if I think it's important enough."

He didn't like the smirk on Axel's face or the shit attitude and was itching to do something about it. Fortunately for them both, he didn't have time for a god damned pissing contest. He was fast becoming a cautionary tale about what not to do when it came to burning bridges.

Old scars ran deep and it was only a matter of time before they festered again. Which meant he was going to have to suck it up for her sake.

“As a matter of fact, she is the reason I’m here.”

Axel smiled, but smothered some of it by taking a swig of beer. “Not surprised it involves pussy. Most problems do. Thank God we got out of that business. More power to the fuckers that want to manage that shit.”

Houston was kind of surprised to hear the club no longer dealt in prostitutes. His father had loved that part of the biz, JD too.

“She was kidnapped. Right under my fucking nose.” Again, that turmoil eating him from the inside out flared to life.

The smirk on Axel’s face disappeared. “No shit?”

“Yeah, no shit. And I think whoever took her isn’t going to let her go—alive.”

“What the hell, man? Who is this girl? She worth something? Or did she just get in some kind of trouble and can’t get out?”

“It’s kind of complicated. One minute we’re sitting by a pool and the next I come back from the head and she’s gone. If not for my gut and the signs of a struggle I would have assumed she ran out on me.”

“So who the hell is this chick? What makes her so God damned important?”

“Yeah, that’s the kicker and why I’m here instead of the police.” He pulled out Izzy’s drivers license and slid it across the table. “I found this in a hidden compartment of her purse.”

Axel eyed it warily before picking it up. “I’m not going to like this am I?”

Houston shook his head, waiting as Axel read it.

“Fuck.”

Yep, that about summed it up. This situation was fucked front ways, sideways and every other God damned way.

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