Page 102 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“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 willneverforget.

Never let a woman in.Never let your guard down andnevergive one your trust.

Chapter1

Rory

I lean backin 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.

I guess that’s why I like it so much.If there’s one thing my dark red hair and green eyes have taught me, it is to embrace my Irish roots and dig in when I feel like it’s worth it—and to me, Whitefish definitely is.

I live in a quiet part of Whitefish, on the outskirts of the actual town.It’s a nice gated community, which might be stupid, but it makes me feel safer somehow—never mind the guard is old enough to be my grandfather.I live in an attached duplex.The whole community is a series of duplexes actually.Though there’s only six homes in total—making three buildings.There’s some empty land that I assume the owner was going to build on.But considering two of the units are up for sale now, I don’t see him doing that soon.My unit is nice.The downstairs consists of a living room, a laundry room and bathroom.Upstairs there are two bedrooms and yeah, they’re a little small but, I’m the only one that lives here, so, it’s not an issue.There is also a huge kitchen upstairs and my deck comes off of it and faces a beautiful mountain line that I love.The deck also includes a door to my bedroom and is probably the entire reason I bought the place and decided to put down roots here.I don’t regret it—not even a little.Moments like this one, is exactly why I did.

I close my eyes as I take a drink of hot chocolate and cross my feet at the ankles.I open them back up and look at my warm, woolen off white socks with red and blue snowflakes printed on them.They’re warm and toasty and one of my first purchases at the Whitefish General Store.I bought them right before I asked the owner for a job.For some reason he hired me on the spot and was a big reason that I searched out a home to buy.I was tired of running, tired of moving and I needed a place to call my own.

The thought reminds me however that I don’t have time to enjoy the morning air as long as I usually do.I look at my watch and frown, getting up.I have to be at work in the next hour.The snow is only on the ridgeline, but that doesn’t mean ski traffic won’t be picking up soon.That’s probably the only drawback to Whitefish.I get up and go through the motions of getting ready, making sure the doors to the deck are locked and all of the windows are locked.I freshen up and fix my hair, frowning when I look in the mirror.I’ve been here for six months and you would think in that time that some of the black lines under my eyes would have disappeared.

I wonder if they ever will.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the towels draped on the towel bar are not straight.I fix them back on reflex, making sure all the lines are straight and that nothing is off kilter.I hate myself as I do it, but some lessons are engrained too deeply to leave you.

I walk down the stairs and to my front door without thinking—it’s just become my normal routine.I’m locking my front door when I hear a truck pull into the garage attached to mine.I frown.I was told that side of the duplex was owned, but as long as I’ve been here the owner has never shown up.I frown because from the looks of it the person is here to stay.He’s driving an old Ford truck and the bed is packed full of crap and it’s pulling a box trailer.Hopefully it’s a nice family.

I walk toward my garage, pasting a smile on my face.A guy gets out of the driver’s side and I take a step back despite having my lane of the garage and his truck between us.He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.His face looks like it was lovingly chiseled from stone by a master.He has long dirty blonde hair, pulled up tight on his head with bright streaks in it that you can tell was put there by the sun, not a hairdresser.He’s tall and lanky, but at the same time he’s got broad shoulders that pull his white t-shirt tight in a way that you can see his muscles, despite the flannel long sleeved shirt he’s wearing over it.He’s beautiful.That’s not what makes me relax and feel more comfortable around him, however.That would be the small little dynamo that stumbles out of the passenger side of the truck.

He’s a replica of the man, except his face is sweeter and he has green eyes where the man has brown.The little boy’s hair is exactly like his father’s maybe a tad lighter.It’s not long but it could definitely use a cut.As he bounces from the truck holding a stuffed dinosaur, his bangs fall into his eyes.

He looks up at me almost instantly and my heart melts.He’s the most adorable little boy I’ve ever seen.

“Hi!”he says, and I grin, going down on my knees so that I’m more his height.“I’m Ryan!”

“Hello there,” I say with a smile, holding my hand on my forehead to shield me from the sun.“I’m Rory.”

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