Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

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by H. M. Stewart


  I just hope that after the events later today that nothing bops our bubble we’ve been living in the last few weeks. In between our rounds of love making I’ve manage to get rough drafts of each of my books printed to circulate through the women of the club. Every one of them was gifted with a red pen to make corrections or leave remarks so I could do a final run through before submitting them to the editor I managed to locate. Even Madison is bitching when someone else takes too long with a book. The guys are taking our girls nights in stride. Normally we take up space in the living room with a couple bottles of wine discussing characters and plot twist. With Queenie being my biggest supporter, she essentially gets first dibs on everything. Luckily enough for the rest of the women she tends to be a speed reader so they’re not being hogged for too long before being passed on down the line. Trevor has been hanging with the men more now that the women are caught up with my fictional base of characters. He has made it clear that he loves us and misses us but he’s not into all the romantic mushy bullshit. His words not mine!

  With all the positive feedback I was anxious to get things with my books and future business moving along. With the help of Happy I know had a few names of people to approach. Unfortunately for us there wasn’t any land that was adjoined to the club’s or Carrin’s but the guys were certain that it wouldn’t be an issue getting someone to sell when faced with cash money. Happy had the names of the owners of the two parcels that would be perfect for what we wanted.

  One was a little over twenty acres that backed up to the falls but was sandwiched between the club’s and Carrin’s. It was owned by someone from out of town that only used it for hunting season. The only way to access it was by boat because the club would never allow them to put an access road in. It would have ran right through the woods the club owned and being my family was so private they never allowed it. Now that the other piece of land was owned by other members of the club the guys were certain they’d be able to get the man to sell. That would be where Tank and I would build our forever home. Plus leave enough if someone else wanted to build. Before it was over the club and it’s members would own all the land from the stop light to the falls. Between what the club owned, the family house, Queenie’s small home, Doc and Tabby’s house and the few acres that Viking and Vivie owned the Dominant Devils touch up the entire stretch of road to one side.

  Boomer and Momma Bear’s house sits on the opposite side of the road. It butted up next to the other plot of land we would be looking into. There was over seventy-five acres of woods that sat directly across the street from the compound. At first my goal was to find something for just the women of the club to get their businesses up and running, yet it looks like we would be including the parts store as well as O’Shea trucking if we could get the owner to take the offer.

  Plans were being made to take the lot that the now demolished tattoo and bike shop sat on to turn into the strip club that Tabby was pushing for. It would be a block away from the club owned bar leaving both those business away from the families sanctuary. With the small children of the club, present and future, everyone decided it would be best to leave those in town. They would be a short five minute drive away but we wouldn’t have to worry about a bunch of strangers access to club life.

  Tony went back to Columbia but has been in constant contact with the guys. He managed to get papers drawn up for the sale of my shares and both properties in question. Derek has agreed to my selling price of a million and a half and the offers for the plots of land would be getting delivered via messenger service as soon as the meeting with the lawyer was finished. Things seem to be coming together although we all know it’s just the clam before the storm.

  Yasmin was released with a burner phone and five thousand dollars cash. When the men gave her the option of turning on Carmen she was hesitant at first. Just like Tony suspected, she changed her tune when money for her help was offered. Before they finally cut her loose last weekend, they allowed her a locked room at the clubhouse for a few days. Wall was furious with Axle’s decision to allow her a couple nights of good sleep and a bathroom to get herself cleaned back up. The story Yasmin was supposed to deliver was that Wall went behind everyone’s back and set her free after a secret round in the sheets for old times sake. Giving her money to start over somewhere away from Madison hoping to make the story more believable. Yasmin and Jewel both knew Wall was hung up on Madison but would never act on it.

  For the short time Yasmin was at the clubhouse she was only allowed interaction with a Wall, Throttle and Axle. They didn’t want to give anyone the chance to slip up accidently and spill the beans about me being Rowdy’s daughter. The family as a whole voted to keep it under wraps until after I went to the lawyer. Which would be a few short hours from now.

  Last night I couldn’t sleep even after collapsing from exhaustion once Tank finally got his full of me just after one this morning. I tossed and turned until finally dragging myself out of bed around five this morning. We were set to leave by nine to give us enough time to make it to Tony’s office in Columbia. Having all parties involved traveling to neutral ground was the biggest detail that Tony would not budge on. I would forever be grateful to him for making that happen. If I never saw Georgia again it would be too soon.

  Not wanting to wake Tank I eased out of bed to head to the kitchen to get the coffee pot going. I stopped long enough to crack open Hunter and Octavia’s door to let Diesel out. My fur baby has taken to sleeping on the floor in between Octavia’s crib and Hunter’s bed. He has not only become very protective over the women of the house but the kids as well. I honestly thought he was going to bite the prospect the other day when he was tickling Hunter. The prospect was in no way hurting Hunter but Hunter was squealing in fun and Diesel didn’t know how to take. I watched as Diesel stood to his hind legs with his front paws on Prospect Dylan shoulders while he barked and growled. Thankfully I was in the room and Dylan stopped as soon as Diesel started to show aggression. I yanked Diesel away by his collar, but the dog would stop snarling until Hunter was standing beside him. As soon as Hunter walked over to him he stopped instantly and started giving the little boy slobbery kisses. Diesel still gives the prospect the evil eye watching his every move when they are in the same room together. Of course the rest of the men find it hilarious and the woman are over the moon that Diesel is so protective of the kids. My fur baby is even more spoiled than before. There is even talk of getting at least one playmate for Diesel. Hawk suggested getting a female, so we would be able to bread them keeping the pups in the family of course. Soon we would have our own brood of giant dogs rooming the grounds.

  When Diesel and I made it to the bottom step he took off in the kitchen like a bat out of hell. Someone was already up cooking breakfast from the smell of things. I walked in just in time to see Queenie sneaking a couple pieces of bacon from the plate to feed Diesel. I didn’t even waste my breath to say anything because she would just argue he deserves to eat just like the rest of us. I just walked by the both of them to open the back door to let my boy out to do his business.

  “I love that damn dog. He’s is such a mommom’s boy,” Queenie says from the stove. It’s not the first time she has referred to herself as Diesel mommom. Queenie has told anyone who would listen that she had two daughters (Carrin and myself), a son (Wall) and two grandkids (Octavia and Diesel).

  I’ve been pondering the idea of actually calling her mom but I’m not sure how she would react to it. She’s been one of my biggest confidantes over the last two years. She’s everything I wanted the egg donor that gave birth to me to be and I didn’t want to disrupt that. There would only be one way to find out. “You really should stop spoiling him so much, mom.”

  There I said it. Now I just have to wait to see what she would do. It true Queenie form she didn’t even flinch or stuttered. “It’s my right to spoil his ass if I want to. I love the big oaf and he knows it. Now why don’t you get yourself a cup of mojo and tell me what takes you up so early.
We both know you aren’t a morning person, sweetheart. Tell momma what’s bothering you.”

  She was smiling as she said the last part. I’ll take it as she wouldn’t have an issue with me referring to her as mom. I kinda liked it too but I would keep it too myself when my brother and sister were around. I don’t want to piss them off for claiming their mother. “Just worrying about today I guess. I’m just ready for this nightmare to be over with. I couldn’t sleep, just tossed and turned, so I figured I’d come downstairs for some coffee before I woke Tank up. How long have you been at it already this morning?”

  “I guess about and hour or so. I tried to sleep but I’ve just got a bad feeling that somethings not right. I’m sure its nothing but in this life, I’ve learned to trust your gut. I want you to be extra careful today. Do what your man and your brother says today. When they turn into the overprotective pricks let them have it. Wait til you get your pretty ass back here with your family before you fly off the handle. And for fucks sakes you stay glued to their sides. I’ll be in a way until I have all my babies back under one roof.”

  Queenie looked distraught as she vented to me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had a similar feeling. I wouldn’t be happy until the papers were signed, and I was back here snuggled up next to Tank binge watching TV tonight. I wasn’t sure what to say to her so I moved round to the stove to pull her in for a quick hug. “I promise I will listen and be on my best behavior. I just want this done. We’ve got so much to get done for this wedding and hopefully well have our answers on the properties by the end of next week. Throttle will be riding up with Tank and Wall today. We’ll be fine, I promise.”

  Queenie just nodded and returned to the food cooking on the stove. After a few minutes of silence our talk quickly turned into the next book in my groupie series. The fictional character Romona was her favorite. Queenie was dying for her book in the series. She was always complaining to me because I choose to keep Romona’s story for the last book wanting to pull the other six together.

  Not sure how long we had been talking but I suddenly stopped realizing that Diesel had been outside for quite a bit of time. Normally after ten minutes or so he was pawing at the back door to come in. “I think I’m going to go out and round the giant up. I hope he hasn’t run over to the clubhouse chasing that stray cat hanging out in the woods again.” Looking at the clock it was almost six thirty. Diesel had been outside for over an hour.

  “Ok, baby. You go out and call for him. Don’t you dare leave the deck or your brother will have both of our asses. I’ll head downstairs to wake the rest of the girls up. I know they’ll want to see you before you leave this morning. Just keep his big ass away from the bacon,” Queenie says with a laugh. No doubt thinking about the mishap last Sunday when Diesel swiped an entire chicken from the platter while we were making dinner. He’s gotten so big his head towers over the damn counters now.

  I walked out the back door to the deck expecting to see Diesel curled up on his cushion in the corner. When he wasn’t there I started to call for him. More than likely he took off after that dang cat again. The more I yelled for him the quieter everything else seemed to get. The sun was rising making the crickets go quiet. There were no birds chirping or wind blowing just dead silence. I walked down the few steps of the deck to the stone walk way and yelled for him again. I waited for a few seconds before I turned to head back inside to wake Tank up to help me find Diesel. Just before I could reach the door knob I heard a low dog whine.

  Not thinking I flew off the deck to the front of the house. Half way down the driveway I stopped to yell for him again. Another whine only louder this time. He must have ran up towards the shooting range offices that sat close to the road. Oh my god did my baby get hit by a car. I was in a full panic running up the driveway not paying any mind to my surroundings. I saw my big baby sprawled out across the gravel driveway. He was a mess. There was blood everywhere gushing from a open wound from his stomach. I pulled my sleep tank over my head without thinking trying to apply pressure to the cut. I was out of my mind with worry not thinking clearly. I had two options. One, yell loud enough that someone would hear me or two, leave him long enough to run back up to the house for help. I couldn’t leave him by his self as his breathing was already labored. My fur baby, my gentle giant, was going to bleed out in my arms if I didn’t get some help and fast.

  I opened my mouth to scream only to have it cut off. With my mind in every direction but my safety I failed to realize I had been set up. I felt the hand cover my mouth that was wrapped in a bloody cloth at the same time I felt the piece of cold steel touch my temple.

  “You scream, and I’ll shoot that hairy fucking mut in the head while you watch. When I’m finished with him I’ll empty the rest of the clip in you. Is that what you want princess? You wanna watch your precious dog die before I end you,” a raspy male voice says from behind me. A voice that I have never heard before.

  I couldn’t speak so I shook my head no quickly. When I wasn’t on the deck when Queenie came back up she would come looking for me. They would fine Diesel, hopefully still breathing, and know something was wrong. When I felt the man behind me start to rise part of me wanted to protest and stay on the ground to hold my shirt to Diesel’s open wound but I know in order for me to have a chance at surviving this I would need to comply for now. Tank would find me, I know it.

  “Let’s go, princess. I’ve got someone who’s waiting for you. We’ve got an appointment to make. I’ve been waiting for days trying to get to you. Looks like today’s my lucky day,” the unknown man said from behind me.

  Thank god I put a bra on before coming downstairs this morning. Not that he gave me a chance to try and put my shirt back own but it was drenched in blood. So, as it stood I was walking bare foot through the woods to the left of the office in only my bra and sleep shorts with a gun to my head. When I made it through this I would sit back a laugh at the irony of my earlier conversation with Queenie. Looks like we were both right for feeling off this morning. Both of our subconscious were trying to tell us something.

  I cold feel the skin on my bare feet splitting open as the guy behind me guided me quickly through the small patch of woods that opened up to the clearing next to the ditch that ran up to the road. As soon as I felt me feet hit the pavement I heard the alarm sounding from the house. I sighed in relief that they at least new I was missing. Hopefully, the would find Diesel in time to stop the bleeding. There was just one problem with the noise of the alarm going off, it made the man that was now leading me straight to the beat up Lincoln parked on the side of the road anxious. It only got worse when I heard Trevor’s voice yelling for me. He walked me straight up to the trunk of the car releasing his hand from my mouth. I thought I’d have enough time to scream while you fumbled for keys but I was wrong. It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance. There must have been someone already in the car. The trunk sprung open about the time I felt the hard crack to the side of my head and then everything went black.

  Queenie

  “Ok, wake up you bitches. It’s time to put your game face on for our girl. You all are going to drag your asses upstairs and help Breezy get ready to face the lions. I don’t want to hear any bitching. Coffee is ready and breakfast is done. You’ve got ten minutes to get your asses upstairs before I come back done here with a bucket of water,” I yelled to the sea of women and Trevor sprawled across every cushioned surface in the basement apartment.

  “Keep your panties on, woman. I’m getting up. I’ll be right behind you,” Trevor said looking to handsome for it to be six thirty in the morning. To the unseeing eye they would believe the rouse he was trying to pass off for everybody. He can say what he wanted but I knew better. One of these days, when I can get his fine ass alone, I planned on calling him out on it. Until then I’d stay quiet and keep his secret. I’d make him tell me eventually.

  With Trevor up and taking the brunt of the bitchy from the rest of the girls I headed back upstairs. My plan wa
s to sneak in the bathroom before it was over run by the rest of the females. My coffee was running right through me this morning. I needed to take a piss and pronto. When I didn’t see Bree in the kitchen I hoped see hadn’t beat me to it, so I rushed to the downstairs bathroom finding it empty. She must have went back upstairs to wake Tank up.

  Once I finished my business and washed my hands I opened the door to find Hyde waiting impatiently doing the potty dance. I threw her a knowing smirk and headed back towards the kitchen. Romy was at the coffee pot while Trevor and Izzy were already seated at the table. “Ok, woman you woke us up to cheer Breezy on and she’s not even awake herself. That shits just cruel, woman,” Romy growled while doctoring up her cup of coffee.

  Romy’s words had that feeling in my gut kicking into to hyper drive. A quick scan of the kitchen didn’t seem to ease it at all. There was no sign of Diesel and the plate full of bacon was still sitting untouched next to the stove. “Fuck!! Izzy run upstairs and see it Bree is with Tank. Trevor head outside and see if she’s out there playing with Diesel. Something’s wrong. GO NOW!” I screamed scrambling for my phone to call her. As I dialed her number both Izzy and Trevor sprang from their chairs. My heart dropped when I heard Tank’s sleepy voice come on the line. “WHAT? WE’RE TRYIGN TO SLEEP GOD DAMMIT!”

  “Tank is Breezy up there with you,” I asked quickly.

  I could hear him rolling around it the bed before he answered me. Just as he told me no, that she was probably just in the bathroom I heard Izzy bust through the door. Tank yelled at Izzy for busting in the bedroom while Izzy yelled back to get his ass up. Bree wasn’t anywhere to be found upstairs.

  “SOUND THE FUCKING ALARM, QUEENIE,” is all I heard before I dropped my phone fearing the worse. I fell to my knees in shock. Something was definitely wrong, I could feel it in my bones. Thankfully Romy was still in the kitchen with me and heard Tank scream through the phone. Tank came barreling down the steps flying straight past me and out the door.

 

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