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"Three more," she responds, sitting up and digging for a bottle of water out of the pannier on the side of her motorcycle.

She gulps down the water in a haste and then does something on her phone.

A few minutes later, Siren and a few others come out of the woods.

"They are taking care of the body. We also wiped down his shack so no trace of entry can be found," Zeus says, as he walks back to his bike. "Is she good?" He nods toward Storm.

"I'm good," Storm replies, "Siren, tell the girls to come in. The men have clean up. We need to get back to the motel. I need a room. We have to go back home and check on my girls’ there. Seems like they have been having problems while we've been away."

"What kind of problems?" I cross my arms in front of my chest. "My guys can help."

"I'll fill you in later," she says, as she starts her bike. The girls' join her in unison and take off back toward the motel.

Zeus glances at me and a smirk comes across his face. “Do ya think she's gonna take you out, Prez?"

"I don't know, but if she decides that she wants vengeance on my father by taking my life. You are to make sure no one retaliates. Do you understand? If one finger is laid on her by one of our brothers then that's one less brother, got it?” I point a finger at him to give more emphasis on my words. His eyes soften and I know he understands what I’m getting at. My father was a piece of shit and Iamthe sins of my father. “We owe her this. I owe her this," I say, as we climb on our bikes, message the rest of the guys to go back to the motel as soon as they are done and leave Dusty's shack of squalor.

Chapter39

Chyna

When we arrive back at the motel, I can tell Storm is in a dark place. I rub my hand over my chest to dull the pain that’s throbbing there. I’m not one to break down for anyone ever, but when it comes to Storm my heart aches for what she’s been through. With Storm’s arm over my shoulder, I help her to her room and get her to the bathroom. That’s what she needs right now, a hot shower makes everyone feel a little better at least for the moment. She needs more than that to help with the black cloud over her head, but this is what I can do for her right now. I turn on the hot water and begin undressing my President, my best friend, mysister. I've seen her scars before, the one that runs across her stomach and the ones on her thighs. I’m probably one of the very few that has. Storm notices me looking at them and peers up at me.

"He’s the one who did them," she says, as she steps into the tub. "As I was shooting him, I had flashbacks, slivers of memory. He was the most violent of them. He would cut me then smile as he licked up my blood. How fucked up is that?"

"He can't hurt you or anyone again. You made sure of that," I reassure before leaving to grab her something to sleep in out of her bag, and lay it on the sink.

Storm is my best friend. She’s more than just the leader of an all-women’s motorcycle club. Storm is kind, giving, and strong. She’s helped me at a time when I was hopeless and didn't have anything, not even the will to live. The night she found me I had run away from my abusive husband. I was living on the streets and became a sex worker so I could buy food and things I needed to get by. Storm took me in. She gave me a place to call home and a family of equally messed up sisters and vowed to me that I’d never suffer at the hands of another man ever again. I soon realized that I loved working out, lifting weights and boxing. I was also good at it. I bulked up and my muscles developed. I became stronger in all ways, both mentally and physically.

I turn on the television and sit in the chair in her room. I’m determined to stay and to be here for her until she asks me to leave.

* * *

A light touch on my arm jars me awake. The anchor on TV gabbers on about the weather forecast for the week to come. I glance up after blinking away the haze of sleep to meet brown eyes with a midnight halo.

"Chyna, why don't you go on to your room?" Storm asks. Her hand is still on my forearm. I must’ve fallen asleep in the chair.

"Are you sure boss? I can sleep in here tonight if you need me too."

"I'm okay, Chyna girl. I'm going to bed myself." She gazes at me as she sits on her bed.

Her eyes are rimmed with redness which is probably from crying in the shower. I have to fight the urge to argue with her and stand to give her a hug. She even wraps her arms around me which is an odd show of affection from her. I only wanted to give something, not expecting anything in return.

“If you need me I’m just a text away,” I whisper into her damp hair.

She nods and I release her turning toward the door. I twist the handle to leave and go to my hotel room, but I’m met with Ace holding his fist up in mid knock.

"Prez, you have company," I call over my shoulder.

I stand in the doorway for a moment and peer at him. "Take care of our girl."

“Always.”

I move out of his way and let him enter the room, before closing the door behind me. He had better take care of her, or he’ll quickly realize that black eye I gave him was only a miniscule of my actual strength.

Chapter40

Ace

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