Page 80 of Gunner
“A small town in Alabama with a population of less than ten thousand. A new upgraded ATM camera caught her as she entered a store. From there, I hacked every camera in the area I could until I was sure she was living there and not just stopping through.” He looked exhausted. “For someone to go from a happy and fulfilling life to disappearing from the world tells me she’s hiding from something.”
I joined him at the railing and asked, “So, what’s your plan?”
“Truthfully, I have no idea.”
I slapped him on the back and laughed. “That’s always the best plan, to not have one.”
He smiled, and I could see how much he needed this. Maybe it was another way of saving Sadie, or maybe it was his way of offering help to another survivor. Whatever his reasonings, I trusted him to come back when he got the answers he needed.
“Do you promise to check in with your sister, so I don’t have to listen to her worry about you while you’re gone?”
He shook his head with a chuckle and replied, “I’ll keep in touch.”
“Then take whatever time you need and call me if there’s anything the club can do to help.”
He lifted his chin, and I pulled him into a bro-hug, slapping his back one more time before turning to leave. I saw him with his arms crossed, looking out into the woods as I cranked my bike and pulled away from his cabin.
The drive back to the compound took about twenty minutes, and the gate opened as I approached. The newest prospect stood tall with his shoulders back and his chin in the air, reminiscent of a soldier as I drove into the secured property. The Death Hounds only accepted the best prospects, and you had one year to prove yourself invaluable to the club.
Loyalty, family, respect, and honor were what the club built its foundation on, and we were selective in who we patched in.
I parked my bike and set my helmet onto the seat before walking across the parking lot to the clubhouse. The bar was in full swing, and the music filtered out of the building as I approached. Entering the building, I was met by my VP, Claw, and he tilted his head to the side. Following him through the crowd of brothers, we entered my office, and he closed the door behind us.
I sat down at my desk, and he leaned on the edge as he spoke. “How’s Dalton?”
“Looking for answers I’m not sure he’s going to like,” I answered honestly and vaguely.
Claw stepped up when Smokey and Bullet went to prison, and he’s been my greatest confidant, next to Sadie.
“Is he going to need us?” he asked and I shrugged.
“If he does, we’ll head out, but for now, he wants to handle this on his own.”
“Works for me. I do have one question before Sadie comes looking for us.” I shook my head and chuckled, knowing he wasn’t far off. She was worried about her brother. “When are you going to let Jacob patch in?”
I sighed and explained, “He promised Sadie he would have his associates before he patched in. He just finished his first year, so the harder he works, the faster he gets his patch.”
With a laugh, he asked, “Is that going to be the rule for all new prospects? College-educated bikers?”
I joined him in laughter when a knock on the door drew his attention. “She took longer than I anticipated.”
Turning, he opened the door, and a worried Sadie was waiting on the other side. He stepped away as she entered the office before he winked at me and closed the door, leaving my beautiful old lady standing in front of my desk. She had her hair clipped onto the top of her head, a short blue-jean skirt, and a tank top advertising her bakery.
Her tattoos were on full display, thanks to Needles. He spent hours decorating her skin with beautiful flowers, designs, and scripts that she found motivational. While I loved them, I hated another man got to touch her perfection.
She approached me, and I needed to taste her pouty lips. Gripping her behind the back of her neck, I brought my lips to hers and whispered, “He’s fine, and I promise, he’s okay.”
“Really?” she asked, and I kissed her softly.
Letting my words whisper against her lips, I replied, “Really. Just give him some time.”
She nodded, and I slammed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as I lifted her into my arms, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. Walking back to my chair, I sat down with her legs straddling my lap and kissed her until we both were panting for breath.
When I first met Sadie, I knew she was one person put on this earth who I was meant to protect. Along the way, I screwed up royally and fought to regain not only her trust but her heart. Through the years, she’s shown me what love really is. She’s been my rock when I needed strength, my compass when I needed direction, and my true north when I was lost.
The day she became my old lady, telling the world that I was hers and she was mine, was the best day of my life. As President of the Death Hounds, it was my job to rule without remorse, and on those days, Sadie was my light, shining brightly to show me the path away from the darkness. She was a kind soul, and I vowed to always keep her away from the ugliness of the world, refusing to ever allow the darkness to touch her again.
And if I wasn’t there to protect her, the Death Hounds always had her back.
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While this is the start of the Death Hounds MC Series, there is more to the story. Skid: Death Hounds MC Book 2 will release January 2022. To fill in the blanks on Skid, please consider reading the Embattled Dreams Series, starting with Embracing My Nightmare.
While it is not necessary to read the series to fully appreciate Skid’s story, it will answer questions and give you a bigger perspective of life in the Flats of Portstill and the beautiful town of Pierce Bluff.
The End . . . for now . . .
