Page 129 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

I haven’t talkedto Rory in a week.It’s best that way.I’m spending entirely too much time thinking about her.I’ve seen her once or twice and she’s waved.She’s doing her best to avoid me and I’m thinking that’s best.

What pisses me off is that the more she tries to avoid me, the more I think about her.It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.You’d think I’d have learned my lesson when it comes to women, but there’s this pull with Rory that is driving me crazy.It doesn’t mean I haven’t been fighting it like hell.I have, but I have a fucking bad feeling that this is one battle I’m not going to win.

I know staying here today with Rory so close is torture.It’s close to the time to pick up my boy, so I’m going to leave early and go into town and buy a damn prepaid phone.I’ve got an old contact in Florida that could help me find out who in the fuck is behind these attempts on Ryan.There’s no way that Vicki is smart enough to do this on her own.

Until now, I’ve tried to keep it contained in my own club.But, I left my club and that means I left those resources behind too.That leaves me calling in a marker.It’s fucked up that I can trust an outsider more than I can my own club, but it doesn’t change the truth.Marcum Kincaid has a club down in Florida and he’s one stone cold motherfucker.If anyone can help me, it’d be him.If I’m going to burn a marker, it’s a good one to use.

I walk outside to see someone lurking outside of Rory’s house, trying to look through a window.My blood runs cold and I’m fighting being fucking pissed off.

“Can I help you?”

“I don’t know you, so I don’t see how,” the man says turning to face me.He’s tall, maybe an inch or two shorter than me, but still tall.He’s bulky, carrying more weight than me and from the looks of his arms, it’s due to weights and steroids.He probably thinks he’s impressive, but one fucking kick to the balls and those muscles he’s been shooting up for won’t mean shit.

“Seeing as how you’re creeping around outside my house I think it is.”

“It’s not your house man.It’s my wife’s.”

His wife?

What in the fuck?

“You’re married to Rory?”I ask, and I don’t bother keeping the surprise out of my voice.

Has she been playing me all this time?

Jesus, when in the hell will I learn with these bitches?

“I am,” he says and fuck if those two words don’t feel like they’re burning in my gut.

“Then why are you looking through her window and not knocking on the damn door?Or better yet, using your key to let yourself in?”I ask for the fuck of it.I don’t know why all of this is hitting me wrong—but it is.

“What I do or don’t do when it comes to Rory is my business, chump.Why don’t you just move along.This is none of your concern,” the man says.

“Chump?Jesus.”

“We going to have problems?”he asks, and his thick northern accent rings even thicker.

I’m telling myself to get in my truck and drive away.I’ve had enough drama in my life and all of it has centered around women.

“Fuck this shit,” I growl, walking to my vehicle.

“That’s it, walk away like thechumpyou are,” he says.

It’s been a long time.I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life and my son has always been the one thing that has come first with me.I led a club and I had the men’s lives on my mind at all times and when you do that, you can’t afford to react first.You always have to think and weigh the consequences.That’s the man I’ve become and the man I’ve been for a fuck of a long time.

But I left my club.

I left my club and Ryan is at school and this fucker needs a lesson.If I’m more than truthful, he needs a lesson and I need an excuse just to beat the shit out of something.For years I’ve had this rage in me.

Fucking years.

It started with Vicki selling our boy and trying to come back.It deepened with each attempt and then the mess with Violet.A mess in which I thought I had a good woman and that woman turned out to be a lying whore who infiltrated my club to steal my boy and who knows what else… Then for years, I sat on that.I sat on theriverof bitterness building inside of me.I sat on it even when it became clear that one of my own was probably involved.I sat on it until it forced me away from Crusher, Devil, Fury and all the boys who had become not only my brothers, but my family.I did what I had to do to protect my son.I thought through all my choices.I weighed the consequences of each choice and…

I did what I had to do.

Now is fuckingnowand I’m tired of weighing choices and options.I’m tired of worrying about consequences and most of all I’m damn tired of little cockroaches like this motherfucker talking out of their ass.So, I don’t think.I don’t do anything but react.

I charge at the motherfucker, he might be bigger but that just means he’ll fall harder.I keep a piece of 2x4 in the back of my truck.I could lie and say I do it because I’ve been working on shit, but that’s not it.I don’t keep my gun out in the open with Ryan around and I take great pains never to scare him.That 2x4 is there because of all the shit that we’ve gone through.If I’m going to get waylaid again, I need something quick I can grab for defense.

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