Shattered Trust : DreamCatcher MC

by Liberty Parker

  “Then we have to make sure those bitches don’t touch them,” Curley insists.

  “That’s the easy part, brother,” Tyson reaches over and pats Curley on the back as if he’s a newbie. Curley brushes his hand away and scowls at him. Tyson does nothing more than chuckle at Curley’s temperamental brush off.

  “Curley,” Country says, getting his attention, “did your guy have any luck finding some used single wides?”

  “Yeah, he’s got four that were just repossessed by the bank. We can get them for a steal,” Curley answers.

  “How much?” Shamus asks, as he pulls out his ledger. Shamus is the treasurer and is accountable for all of our stash. He knows what we have in the bank, in the vault, and what is expendable cash and what isn’t.

  “Twenty-five large for all four,” Curley informs Shamus who then begins scanning the different pages.

  “We have that in our rainy-day funds. It’ll still leave us with plenty,” Shamus implies to Gunner.

  “Then it’s settled. Polo, how quickly can you get those set up once they're delivered?” Gun asks.

  “With my crew, two days tops,” Polo answers. He pops his head up and looks at Bear, Romeo, Tracker, Stinger and Zero. They all went into business together and have made a name for themselves. They do many things from carpentry, installations, new builds, fire safety; you name it, they can do it. Once they all acknowledge that it can be done within two days’ time, the tension leaves my tight, tension-filled shoulders.

  Romeo clears his throat and asks, “So, the women won’t be living here, but that still doesn’t solve the problem we have, does it?”

  “No, it doesn’t,” I agree with him. “There still needs to be a lesson taught here. We finance everything for them, yet, they have no issues using that trust we’ve provided them with. They’ve broken it in my mind.”

  “Honestly, I don’t trust them at all. I don’t know that I want them living inside these walls while their homes are being set up,” Stinger admits and the room all hems and haws with agreement.

  “What do you think we should do? Toss some damn tents up in the meantime? They’d revolt.” When Gunner says this, everyone in the room erupts in laughter.

  “It’d serve them right,” Master states with a gleam in his eyes.

  “I think we should do it,” Zero gleefully laughs out.

  “Fucking hell, can you picture them roughing it? They’d act as if they’re in the wild having to hunt and shit,” Texas roars out in laughter.

  “It’s not enough of a punishment,” Shamus declares.

  “It’s not, but it’s the best we’ve got right now,” Gunner announces.

  “My bike needs a good scrubbing,” Tyson states. “We could force them to wash all of our bikes.”

  “I don’t trust that they wouldn’t cut a wire just so they could tend to our injuries,” Master admits. “They’re a bunch of conniving cunts.”

  “We could always pull a cooler out and some lawn chairs and keep an eye on them,” Curley suggests.

  “Now there’s a way to enjoy a Saturday afternoon,” Blaze bellows in laughter.

  “Then, y’all should do it,” I tell them. “But keep a close eye on them.”

  “My eyes will never leave them,” Zero states.

  “Or your dick,” Master laughs.

  “Or that,” Zero joins him in laughter.

  Stella

  Charlee, Cameron and I are sitting in the common room letting the babies play while painting our toenails. There’s a bunch of uproarious laughter coming from the front parking lot of the clubhouse. “What’s going on out there?” I ask, as I paint my pinky toe. Thank goodness my brace is on my left hand, seeing as I’m right handed, so I can do this one thing for myself.

  “I’m gonna check it out,” Cameron tells us as she hobbles on her feet to the window. She’s on the heels of her feet as to not mess up her freshly painted toes. “Oh my God!” she squeals before breaking out into laughter.

  “What’s happening?” Charlee asks her.

  “I’ll give you a play-by-play,” Cameron informs us. “The bunnies are cleaning the guys’ bikes with toothbrushes! The guys are sitting back with buckets filled with water balloons, each time one of them stops cleaning, they’re getting nailed. Janella is not happy. I love it!”

  “Why weren’t we invited to play time?” Charlee pouts. “That’s fucked up.”

  “It would be more humiliating for the bunnies if we were the ones throwing the water balloons at them,” I admit to the girls.

  “Then by all means, let’s get you ladies out there,” Kruger interrupts us.

  “But we can’t walk, we just painted our toes,” I whine. Because in all honesty, I’d love nothing more than to be out there helping the men teach them a lesson in humility. Just then, Kruger comes over and scoops me up into his arms. “It’s a good thing I’m done!” I shout through my giggles.

  “Country, Gunner, your women are in need of assistance,” Kruger shouts out as the two come walking in. “They wanna help the men. We should let them.”

  “I’m all for it,” Country states as he too grabs Charlee up into his arms.

  “The kids?” Charlee questions him.

  “We’ll bring them out next,” Country answers her.

  “Come here, little momma,” Gunner says as he lifts Cameron. “We’ll get the outdoor playpens and lay the kids down in the shade.”

  “My hero,” Cameron dramatically coos.

  “Always,” Gun says.

  “You missed that spike,” Charlee hollers out to Kaleigh, who gives Charlee a death glare in response. My eyes widen in shock when Country pulls his belt from the loops of his jeans and hands it to Charlee.

  “I’m thinking she needs to learn a lesson about how to treat my old lady,” Country announces as he holds Charlee’s hand and leads her over to Kaleigh. “Ten lashes should do, make it count, Charlee girl.”

  “Oh, it’d be my pleasure,” Charlee purrs. Country just smirks and steps back.

  “I think she should bend over the bike and poke her ass out,” Shamus supplies. “I wanna see welts on her ass cheeks, Charlee girl.”

  “Just pretend it’s payback to Country for all those times he’s reddened your ass,” Kruger calls out to her.

  That is more information that I needed or wanted to know.

  “You heard the men. Lean over the bike and spread ‘em, Kaleigh,” Charlee happily demands of her.

  “Fuck off, Charlee!” Kaleigh all but spits on Charlee.

  “The fuck.” Gunner begins to charge over to Kaleigh; he’s very protective of his baby sister.

  “I’ve got this,” I tell him as I stand up and crutch my way over to the bucket. There’s a sponge in there and I lift it up and tell Kaleigh, “Open wide.”

  “Fuck off, bitch, you’re a nobody here. I don’t have to listen to a damn thing you say,” she huffs out as she gives me the stink eye.

  “You will do as she says,” Kruger states, pulling Kaleigh’s head back by her hair. Where the fuck he came from or how he got to me so quickly I don’t understand. Just a second ago, he was leaning against the building next to where we have the kids settled.

  “She’s not an old lady,” Kaleigh announces; this bitch must have a death wish by defying Kruger. He’s the VP, you listen to what he says and don’t argue back.

  “You need your mouth cleaned out,” I supply, earning me yet another menacing look from this bitch. “Lessons come in all forms, trust me, you’d rather me do this than have one of the men.” She snarls at me before opening her mouth, I happily shove what I can inside. “There, now bend over and take your lickings like the good bitch you are.” I wipe my hands on my shirt and turn around on my heels to walk away. As I do, Kaleigh lifts up her leg and purposely trips me. I land on my injured wrist and howl out in pain.

  “Oops,” Janella calls out as she smirks. “It was an accident; she was doing as told and spreading her legs to bend over the bike.”

 
Kruger reaches down and helps me back up to my feet. “Does it hurt? Did you reinjure it?”

  “I don’t know if it’s reinjured or not, but it’s throbbing like a bitch,” I inform him as I cradle it close to my chest.

  “I’ll go get her some ice,” Romeo says as he sends a vicious look in Janella’s direction. Then, he lifts his finger and points it at Janella, stating, “You are next cunt. No one hurts family and gets away with it.”

  “What’d I do?” Janella asks with an innocent look in the men’s direction.

  “You’re the ringleader of these outbursts, Janella. From this point on, whatever punishment these women receive, you’ll get it twice as much. Understand me?” Gunner angrily supplies.

  “That’s not fair, I don’t control their actions,” Janella cries out.

  “Maybe not, but you feed into their actions,” Kruger angrily insinuates. “You instigate things then sit on the sidelines and let everyone else do your dirty work. That shit ends today.”

  “And, since your disrespect is aimed at Stella, she’ll be the one giving you your lashes,” Gunner commands, giving her a stern look that tells her she needs to keep her trap shut.

  11

  Stella

  The men are counting down each lick Janella and Kaleigh are getting. Shortly after Gunner made his declaration, I was supplied with Kruger’s belt. Charlee and I swing the belt in succession with the guys’ countdowns. “Ten,” is finally said, and I feel winded because I gave her every bit of strength I have.

  “She gets ten more, twice the amount,” Gunner informs me and I deflate at his words, because I just don’t think I have the energy to swing the belt anymore. My wrist is throbbing and my head is pounding.

  “Don’t worry, sister, I’ve got you.” Cameron comes up from behind me and takes the belt from my hands. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

  “Have at it,” I say, happily handing her over the object in my hand.

  The countdown begins all over again, and I can see pain laced on Janella’s face. I didn’t go easy on her, and it seems Cameron has some pent up anger she needs to get out. And Janella’s ass is her target. I wince with every down stroke; the sounds penetrate the area surrounding us. Looking around, I see Kaleigh on the ground, scrubbing tires with a toothbrush, tears are streaming down her face. I’m not sure if it’s from the painful punishment or the humiliation of the old ladies doling it out.

  As soon as Cameron delivers the last blow, Gunner announces to the bunnies, “From this moment forward, you answer to the old ladies—including Stella.” He gives them a stern stare. “You do nothing without their say so. They will inspect each condom before it’s used on a brother, they’ll witness you daily taking your birth control. If there’s any arguments whatsoever, you’re gone. The women will hold your birth control packages so that you can’t manipulate anyone by replacing them with another medication. Did I miss anything?” Gunner asks his brothers.

  “I think the brothers should come to us for a fresh pack of condoms, I wouldn’t trust the women even touching them,” Charlee announces.

  “Yep,” Master agrees. “I’d prefer that anyways.”

  “Yeah, the old ladies will have our best interests at heart,” Texas agrees.

  “Then that’s settled, we will revise things as situations arise. Now get this shit cleaned up,” Gunner issues pointing to all the broken balloons strewn throughout the parking lot.

  “Well, that was fun. We need to do that more often,” Charlee muses as she grabs Hunter from the playpen. We all follow suit, grabbing our own kid before following her into the clubhouse.

  “I agree, I hope those bitches get into more trouble, I haven’t had that much fun in a long time,” Cameron states and I snicker at her words.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks me.

  “Nothing,” I state.

  “Whatever, bitch,” she giggles.

  Departing from them, I let Kruger take Jaggar up to the room so I can feed him his bottle and prepare his bath. I can’t get down into the tub or anything, but I can bathe him in the sink. It gets the job done and he enjoys looking at himself in the mirror while I clean him up.

  Kruger

  Gunner, Country and I head into his office once I get back down from helping Stella get Jaggar upstairs. “Gunner, it’s been months since we’ve heard anything from Jamie and his posse. Something ain’t right, he was determined to get his hands on Cameron. Do we have any intel from our sources?”

  “Pops and his men are searching for him now. He’s deep underground, someone’s hiding the pathetic fucker. He hasn’t been spotted on the reservation, it’s as if he disappeared into thin air. I don’t like it either.” Gunner has been wracking his brain trying to come up with a plan to force Jamie to show his face.

  “I still don’t understand this whole, she was born during this time, on this day while the moon did this… yada, yada, yada,” Country says with a dumbfounded look.

  “It’s some Native American prophecy or some shit,” Gunner says while running his hands through his hair.

  “She can’t be the only woman born on the planet during that date and time, there has to be something more to it.” I just can’t put my finger on what it is. She’s some sort of sacrifice to their gods or some shit. I guess you have to be on the disturbed side of the spectrum to understand their mindset.”

  “I’ll never understand sacrificing an innocent woman to some fucked up gods. If they require blood of a person, they aren’t worth worshiping,” Country says with disgust.

  “I don’t like us being on the defensive end of things, we need to go on the offense and ruffle some feathers,” I state, ready to get these fuckers dealt with and buried six feet under. I have a kid and his mother to think about and protect. I won’t let either of them get caught in the crossfire of someone else's obsession.

  “What do you propose we do?” Gunner asks, his attention solely on me.

  “I say we hit him where it hurts the most,” I announce.

  “The reservation?” Country asks me.

  “The reservation,” I agree. “It’s where his family resides, and that man is obsessed with that land and the people there.”

  “Do we burn it?” Country inquires.

  “To the ground, brother,” I menacingly chuckle.

  “That’s a lot of firepower we’ll need,” Gunner states. “Do we have that kind of material in our arsenal?”

  “Nope, but we know who does,” I stare at him as I say this.

  “Pops.”

  While Gunner is on the phone with Pops, I can’t help but think of this whole thing coming to an end. I’m not about harming women and children, but they have no such problem when it comes to ours. I can’t allow my mind to travel down that road, this is about protecting what’s ours. My only hope is that the men on the reservation will put their women and children first and get them the fuck out of dodge. I know Country and Gunner must be feeling the same way because Gunner’s hesitant to pursue this avenue. But what else can we do? Nothing else seems to be working and I don’t like always looking over my damn shoulder.

  “Pops will have a delivery to us by tomorrow evening. Let’s get the guys together and come up with a game plan.”

  Country goes out and calls all of the brothers in. This is going to be a long, dreary day. All I wanna do is go spend some time with Jaggar, but this needs to be done… to ensure his future and safety.

  Stella

  The guys have been in church for hours, the prospects have been outside setting up tents. The girls and I had a good laugh when we found out that those will be the bunnies’ temporary living space. Janella, Mercy, Kaleigh and Daisy, however, have been walking around, taking their things outside with a soured look on their faces. We try to hold back the giddiness each time they're in our presence, but I’ve found that’s harder than I thought. I find myself covering my mouth with my hand to hide the snicker that tries to escape… I’ve already become public enemy number one in their eyes, I
don’t want to add to that by gloating at their forlorn expressions.

  “If looks could kill,” Charlee laughs as Kaleigh trips over a box. “Damn, those bitches are cold as ice when they're pissed.”

  “Serves them right,” Cameron insists; she however doesn’t hide the smile on her face. She could care less what they think of her.

  “Bitch, don’t trip and fracture your nose, the guys don’t have enough bags to cover your face while they get theirs,” Charlee snickers.

  “Fuck off,” Kaleigh hisses.

  “Are those the only two words she knows?” I ask Charlee and Cameron.

  “Seems English isn’t her strong language,” Cameron giggles.

  “The only good thing she has going for her is her snatch,” Charlee says, keeping her eyes glued to Janella’s back as she makes her way through the room next.

  “Only good thing you have going for you is breeding,” Janella hisses through her clenched teeth.

  “Is that right?” Charlee asks her, standing up and sneaking up behind her. Janella tosses her belongings up in the air from Charlee’s sneak attack, which in turn, causes the three of us to uncontrollably giggle.

  “Better get down on your hands and knees and clean up your shit,” Cameron declares. “You know the position you need to assume, you do that a lot, don’t ya, Janella?”

  “You talk a lot of shit, Charlee. Is that because you’re protected by a patch?” Janella dramatically flutters her eyelashes.

  “Is that what you think? I could take you off the property and show you that I don’t give a fuck about the patch. What I care about is my family and the skanks that had a plan to ruin a brother's life!” Charlee hollers out.

  A prospect, whose name I don’t know, comes running into the room when he hears the shouts. “What’s going on?” he demands. I look at his cut and see his name is Jonah, and ‘prospect’ is embroidered below it.