Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  “Are you sure, Tank? Are you sure I’m it for you? If you’re playing with my heart again I need you to stop now. I’m already so far gone I don’t know if I’ll survive you waking up tomorrow and realizing that I’m not what you want after all,” Bree squeaked with her face still buried in my chest.

  Needing to look her in the eyes I carefully tilted her chin up, so she could look me in the eyes when I spoke my next words. “Baby, believe me when I say this is a done deal. You’re not the only one who won’t survive if this comes to an end. I’ve been fighting the feeling of wanting you for so damn long when I knew deep down you were already mine. In my heart, you’ve always been my Breezy it just took a little while for my head to accept it. I’m not trying to scare you and we both know I’m not the romantic poet type, but I’ve got to say what I feel for you already surpasses what I would consider love. I’m obsessed with you, girl, but if you want to hear me say I love you a million times, I will. I’d mean every word of it times ten. We’ve got time to work our way up to the rings, house, and the kids but you need to know that’s where this is headed. I want it all with you, baby,” I tell her before pulling her in for a helluva of a kiss. I was pulling out all the stops to get her to understand what it was I was feeling and what I wanted.

  I could feel her pull back enough that she could speak while looking me in the eyes. “I love you too, Tank. So very much it hurts. I know that it will only grow into something that is deeply woven into my heart. You’ve owned me mind, body, and soul for the last three years. I never thought we would ever get to this point and have a future.”

  “Fuck, baby! You have no fucking idea how glad I am to hear you say that. I know I’ll mess but you’re going to have to be patient with me. I promise you it’ll be worth it, and I’ll never intentionally hurt you,” I tell her with the goofiest fucking smile I can muster. My brother would be giving so much shit right now, but I can’t seem to give a damn. “As much as I want to stay here with you in this moment we’ve got to get ready to head back. We’ve got our whole lives to hash all the minor details out, babe.”

  “Okay,” she tells me with a slight pout of the lips. I pull her in for a quick sloppy kiss before helping her down from my lap. I step down from the picnic table taking a moment to adjust my aching cock before moving to mount my bike once more. A quick look at my phone let me know we have thirty minutes to make the ten-minute ride back home. Looked like we would be taking the long way back to the house.

  We rolled in the driveway at just after five-thirty leaving me plenty of time before church but from the looks of everyone gathered around I was still the last one to arrive. The back deck was over following with the men and women of the club as it looked like dinner was in full swing. Madison and Romy were the only females not on the deck choosing to sit on the swings with plates in their laps. Romy was more than likely just showing moral support for Madison as she was giving Wall a wide berth as to avoid any confrontation. He was perched on the railing of the deck with his sunglasses on, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where who he was staring at. Right now, he seemed calm, but things were about to change once we got behind closed doors. In less than an hour, the club’s enforcer would be anything but calm.

  With my sled parked and shut down for the day I couldn’t seem to bring myself to climb off. Breezy must be feeling the same way as she was still sitting snuggled up behind me. “Baby, as much as I hate to do it we’re gonna have to. We need to get off the bike and go mingle with the family. I’ve got church at six, but I’ll come find you afterward but for now, let’s go grab some food. In the rush of things, neither one of us has eaten anything since breakfast.”

  “Yeah, I’m starting to get a little hungry,” Breezy says nervously as she begins to dismount from behind me. My shy unsure angel was back, no doubt she was thinking how to handle the situation now that we were back home.

  I waited for her get both feet on the ground before reaching for her hand and pulling her to me. I carefully unclipped the chinstrap to her lid and placed it back on the tank before pulling her close to me again. With her body melded to mine, with her head in my hands to bringing her face to mine I spoke softly trying to reassure her nothing what I told her earlier was still true. “Don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nothing has changed other than the fact that I get to touch you in front of everyone. Remember what I told you, baby, you are mine as I am yours.” With a quick kiss on her forehead, I gently release her, so I can stand and walk with her to face our overbearing family. With her hand back in mine, I throw her my signature grin along with a wink as we walk into the lion’s den to get some grub for its all gone.

  Surprisingly as we make our plates there wasn’t and sly comments or ribbing, more than likely for Breezy feelings than my own. With our plates made we found a spot at the back-picnic table and fell into the conversations around us. I kept my hand on my girl’s thigh choosing to eat with one hand. At my touch, I could sense the nervousness leaving her and by the time Axle called for church, she was her normal self with everyone.

  “Church in ten, fellas. Looks like we’ll be using the garage. Girls, it's about that time to move things inside for the night. The prospects will help you all get the rest of the food inside and then back out on the decks keeping an eye on things,” Axle addresses the group before lifting a cranky Hunter in his arms to take him inside.

  When Bree started to get up I pulled her back down to look at me. I was at a loss for words. I had no clue what to say, praying that when the shit is aired out here very soon she wouldn’t be too pissed at me for keeping something from her. I sat there for a few minutes just taking in every inch of her face before I laid my demands in a hushed tone, “I told you I was going to take things slow with you, babe, and I intend to. I promise to keep my hands to myself for the most part, but you will no longer be sleeping anywhere that I’m not welcome. I’ll leave it up to you to figure it out with the rest of the hens while I deal with club shit. Find us our spot baby and I’ll find you when we’re through.” With a quick kiss, I got up leaving a dumbfounded Bree sitting at the table. The oldheads were already waiting for me by the door to the garage. I squared my shoulders waiting to meet this shit head on as I moved closer to the impromptu gathering. I felt someone fall in line behind me as I made my way over the remaining founding members of the club. I didn’t have to look to know it was Happy at my back. I could see it in the recognition on the oldheads faces.

  “Okay, so tell me how you all are planning on bringing this shit to the table. Do I need to be prepared to square up with my enforcer this evening,” I ask getting a few strained laughs from the older group in front of me?

  “When I asked for Axle to call church earlier than normal he wanted to know why. I didn’t tell him the why, just that I would like to have the floor when we get in there. He wasn’t happy about the secrecy, but he agreed. I figured the easiest way would just to put it out there in the open. Once the initial blow has been delivered I’ll turn it over to Hap to lay out what you guys have been able to dig up. You know Wall is a stick of fucking dynamite waiting to go off. I’m hoping that we won’t have a damn repeat of when he realized Zeus was staking claim to Carrin. Who the fuck knows with him, though,” Boomer explained?

  “I’ve got the file I from my guy, but I haven’t been able to go through it with a fine-tooth comb but some of this shit will blow your fucking minds. I guess after we all see this shit tonight we can start piecing shit together, that is if Wall can keep his shit together long enough,” Happy added.

  I wanted to say something smart in return but wasn’t given the chance. The rest of the guys were headed our way leaving no time to prep for this shit. Fuck it! It won’t be the first time I been at the end of that crazy fucker’s fist and damn sure won’t be the last. I’m still sporting half a black eye from last weekend when we had to pull his ass off of Yasmin. It will be what it will be. Time to get this dog and pony show underway. When I first enter the garage, I notice the girl's
vehicles have been moved out and a makeshift table and chairs had been brought in. The white plastic eight-foot table was a far cry from the solid oak meeting table at the clubhouse, but it beat using the coffee table in the den. The folding chairs were going to be a bitch, though. Fuck, this was going to be a long ass night.

  Chapter 15

  Boomer

  “Alright fuckers, quiet down. It’s time to get some shit hashed out but first, the oldheads have got some shit to lay out for us. Being that even as their president they still felt the need to keep shit from me I’m going to let them start first. The rest of you keep your mouths shut and let them get it over with. I don’t want to be here all damn night and I think we need to pay our guest a visit to see if the cunt miraculously remembered anything else today,” Axle growled. “The floor is all yours, old man.”

  “Before I start just know that what is said at this table stays at this table until the club votes on what to do with it. Keep your comments and tempers in fucking check,” I say staring deliberately at Wall himself. “A few years back a young naïve brunette stumbled into town,” was all I got out before I was fucking interrupted but the hot head himself.

  “What the fuck does this have to do with, Breezy? You trying to tell me, old man, that girl’s got something to do with all this bullshit too? I ain’t buying it; there’s no fucking way,” the enforcer shouts slamming his hand on the table for good measure.

  “What part of keep your shit contained did you not understand? Chill the fuck out and let the man finish you, moody bastard,” Axle shot back in my defense. After a quick stare down between my son, the current president, and Wall, our hot-headed enforcer, I was given permission to proceed.

  “Like I was saying, a few years back Breeanna happened to roll into town. She was here and had her job at the dinner for a few weeks before the tattle tale brought her into the club after he found her sleeping in her truck out by the pull off by the falls,” I say pointing at Tank for good measure. Damn that boy pissed me off that night literally dragging Bree in front of us. “Axle was MIA dealing with one crisis or another, so she was brought in to talk to me, Ghost, Viking, and Doc. As soon as we laid eyes on her our suspicions started and no before you interrupt me again I’m not accusing that girl of a damn thing. If we had one thought of foul play from her, we surely wouldn’t have put her in the apartment the club owned or gave her a damn job at the bar.”

  “I’ve always wondered why that was, Pop. I mean no disrespect to her or to any of you, but your old asses melted like butter when it came to that girl. I’ve never seen you all warm up to anyone who wasn’t born or patched into this family,” Axle stated wanting to know where the hell I was going for this.

  I ignored his statement completely and continued with my tale. “Ghost is the one who picked up on it first, but it only took about ten minutes of talking to the scared girl Tank drug in here before all of us to draw the same conclusion. You see, she has a striking resemblance to one of the club whores we had floating around back in the early eighties. She went by the name of Charlie. She was a petite little brunette with a rocking body but a shitty attitude. She wanted one fucking thing and that was to have someone’s patch on her back. Typical, I know but during the lockdown of eighty-five shit came to a head. Long story short it was the same time my first wife caught me with a club whore swallowing my dick, you betcha our girl Charlie was the one on her knees. Charlie being the bitch that she was she walked out of my office like nothing phased her to leave me with a screaming woman to deal with. To be honest she did me a favor that night cuz it wasn’t long after that my ex took off leaving Madison and Axle behind with me.”

  I took a minute to throw a shot of bourbon back before I spoke again. “That bitch might have done me a favor, but she turned this whole fucking clubhouse upside down. She had a thing for Rowdy so I’m sure she staged the whole being caught timing it perfectly in hopes of making him jealous. When that backfired, and Queenie jumped her for fucking around with her friends Oldman, Charlie let a few cats out of the bag. You see, Rowdy liked fucking the club whores back in the early days,” the sound of the chair scraping wasn’t a good sign. Rowdy, Wall’s father, wasn’t faithful to his wife back in the early years of this club. Hell, I can’t say that he still didn’t knock a side piece off when he went on runs but by the late nineties the kids were older, and he started being a little more discrete with his need for a piece of strange. Although it was no secret, it has always been a sore spot for Wall. I think it’s part of the reason he’s kept my girl at arm’s length for so many years. He won’t admit it because let’s face it, that fucker isn’t scared of anything except losing my daughter. Up until recently he never thought he would be able to keep his dick in his pants and would hurt her if he claimed her like the both wanted. Me, bringing his father’s old ways up, has got to be striking a nerve. Little does he know when I’m finished it’s going to be a bigger mind fuck than he could ever imagine.

  I had stopped long enough to look at Wall to make sure I wasn’t going to have him coming across the table at me. When I saw he was still seated but pissed I went on to finish. “Rowdy had a particular thing for Charlie’s tight little box especially. So, when Queenie starts unloading on Charlie for sleeping with another woman’s man Charlie proceeds to tell her about her rounds with Rowdy between the sheets. Charlie even started spewing lies about how Rowdy was planning on leaving Queenie and the kids for her. Of course, that was never going to happen, and Charlie was thrown out on her ass. From what we gathered at the time she ran back to her family in Atlanta marrying a family friend not long after returning home. We thought that was the end of it, but we were dead fucking wrong believing that shit. The problem was we didn’t realize that Charlie left with something that belonged to the club until several months later when she showed up here looking like a fucking beach whale.”

  “What the fuck are you saying, old man? You telling me the bitch came back looking for a place to lay her head cuz she was fucking knocked up,” Throttle asked the question I know everyone was wanting the answer to.

  “Yeah, son. She showed up ready to bust trying to lure Rowdy in one last time. When she went home and married some rich prick, apparently it had been arranged since they were both little, she tried to pass the baby off as his, but his family soon found out the dates weren’t matching up. When the time didn’t add up for when the baby was actually conceived she hauled ass back here. She showed up claiming the baby was Rowdy’s but of course none of us believed her. After all the shit that woman pulled to lock Rowdy down, you couldn’t believe a word out of her mouth. We kept it hush-hush and sent her packing again. We told her that if it came out that the baby belonged to someone in the club and I say that because the bitch had been with Rowdy and myself plus several of the guys from other chapters, that we would make sure she and the baby were taken care of.” Wall was white as a ghost as the rest of the guys were stunned silent.

  It was Ghost time to step in, “when Rowdy sent her packing for the second time we hired a shitty private eye to dig into her life and family back in Atlanta. It took a couple months, but he finally showed up with a newspaper clipping from one of the newspaper’s society pages with a picture of a baby girl with her parents. The birth announcement had the parents listed as Charlie, or should I say Charlotte, and Derek Loftland. Our guy said that they seemed like the all-American family leading us to believe that the bitch was lying all along. We never saw or heard another word from her, so it was easy for the rest of us to just forget the shit ever happened. Rowdy was convinced the bitch was lying about one of us being the sperm donor to cover up her trail of fuck ups. We buried that shit and moved on. Never once thought of it again until Tank dragged her doubleganger in the clubhouse a few years back. I knew as soon as I saw Breeanna’s face who she belonged to.”

  Wall looked like he was about to pass the fuck out in his chair right alongside his best friend. Axle was looking a little green himself just as the rest of the group sat in
silence hanging on to every word. I looked to Doc for him to fill in the blanks. “Although we had our suspicions we never really acted on anything. We didn’t need to cause unnecessary drama if we didn’t have to. Instead, we made sure she had a roof over her head and kept her close to keep tabs on her. It wasn’t until recent attacks on the club and the attack on Bree that we even considered bringing this to the table. We honestly were all hoping that Tank would just man the fuck up and claim her, so she would have the full backing of the club without exposing the buried truth. As we all know Tank has had his head up his ass until the last couple days, plus Ghost and Viking are thinking somehow or another everything is connected.”

  “What are you thinking? How would Bree be connected to the shit that’s been brewing around the club? Why do I have a feeling there’s more to this story than what you said so far? Have you fuckers done the DNA test yet? Am I assuming you would be checking her’s against Boomer’s and Rowdy’s? I mean the first thing we should be checking is if either of them is Breezy’s Papa before we get chasing down some conspiracy theory,” Throttle pipes up, taking charge as the club’s president is sitting in shock.

  “First, yes we already had the testing done. We wanted to be damn sure before bringing this shit to light. We had Tank grab a few strands of Breeanna’s hair to send in with a sample of Boomer’s and Carrin’s. Being Rowdy isn’t here with us anymore we had to submit to have it checked against a sibling. I have a guy at the hospital lab that has been on our payroll for years. He was able to conduct the test anonymously. We got the results back a month or so ago,” Doc answered.