Page 3 of Bone's Destiny

“Fine. I’m an asshole.” I threw my hands up. What else could I do? Spectre was obviously in a pissy mood. I wasn’t about to argue with him regarding Lady M. Every time someone called her mother, I got a bitter taste in my mouth.

I should’ve had Buff or Hustler pick me up instead.

“You are an asshole.” He went and got into his shiny black Mustang. “Get in.”

Clenching my teeth, I did as the fucker said.Just be cool. Getting into a fight isn’t worth it.

I kept my eyes locked on the landscape, taking it all in and noting how I felt different being there. North Dakota didn’t feel like home anymore.

And if I was being honest with myself, it hadn’t felt like home since I was in middle school. The day the Earth shook and rattled the foundation of my entire world. I wished I hadn’t gone snooping around and learned the truth. Well, what little truth Lady M had told me.

The mountains surrounding the compound in Montana had warmed my soul and kept my mind off my past. Not to mention my new crew occupied my time while I groomed them to my preference. Those guys had kept me busy with all their drama; I hardly had a chance to think of my brothers, sister, and Lady M.

“We’re still trying to take down FF. We’re closer,” Spectre muttered.

“Oh, yeah?” I tried to sound interested, but he should know Cobra had kept me in the loop.

“Yeah.” He flicked his gray eyes at me. “Buff’s been working double time. After the fire and moving Reign into the house, he’s been determined to end the FF. Whatever it takes.”

“Cobra told me. Anything new in the last couple of days?”

“Actually, yes.”

I hiked an eyebrow and waited to hear all about it. For some reason, Spectre stayed silent. Asshole. “Well, go on.”

“It’s not related to the FF. Didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Jesus Christ! I didn’t come home to be treated like an outcast.”

My brother sighed as he turned into the hospital’s parking lot. “An elite client at the casino can’t pay his bill, so we’re taking his daughter.”

“Taking his daughter as payment? We don’t do that shit.”

“Cobra said we’re doing it. The dude is setting it up for the taking. The Prez hadn’t told you about it?”

“No,” I hissed through gritted teeth. Not that I cared how Cobra ran his club. For years I wanted to do things differently. More gritty and show no mercy. But taking women as payments? No fucking thank you.

“Probably because he wants you to take her to Montana.”

“Oh, hell no. Cobra’s out of his fucking mind.”

“He said it’s your destiny.” Spectre snorted and exited the car.

My destiny? More like a pain in my ass.

2

Destiny

My stomach rumbled as I stared into the empty refrigerator. Okay, not totally empty. The shelves were filled with beer, and Coke, for Dad’s whiskey. Priorities, y’know. Providing food for his only child would be ridiculous.

I huffed and slammed the door, promptly wincing at the sound of bottles falling over inside. Hopefully, none broke, or he’d have a major tantrum.

The time on the microwave said 6:47 pm. The day was almost over; I had yet to eat. I shouldn’t need to rely on my old man. At twenty, I should be out in the world providing for myself. I would be if he’d let me get a freaking job.

A growl tickled my throat as I leaned against the kitchen counter. He likely wanted me to starve to death, so he didn’t have to deal with me. So why not let me leave?

Power and control.

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