Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series)

by Shelly Morgan

  Then when that bitch Trixie pulled me into a private room at the strip club I was meeting him at, it turned out that I had more luck than I thought. She would provide the perfect way to get inside the club and get my hands on Sara, but she wanted something in return. She wanted her own revenge, but that also worked out perfectly for me. I was definitely game for what she offered.

  We worked out a plan and have been waiting for the perfect time to execute it. Turns out, that may be sooner than I thought possible.

  My burner phone vibrates in my pants.

  Trixie: They just arrived at the club.

  I was so excited that this was really happening that I had to take a minute to calm myself before replying.

  Me: Watch them. Wait until they are comfortable, then we’ll put the plan into motion. Keep me posted.

  She doesn’t reply back, but I wasn’t expecting her to. Now I just have to wait until I get word that everything is in place.

  Soon, I’ll have Sara back and be able to finish what I started when I first got to New York.

  A couple of hours later, I finally got the text I’d been waiting months for.

  Trixie: It’s time…

  Toby

  Today couldn’t have been better. There’s nothing like hanging out with all my brothers and my woman at the club. Beer, BBQ, and brownies. Perfect fucking day if you ask me.

  When we first showed up at the clubhouse, I was a little worried about how the day would progress. I knew it was going to be more than just my brothers with Dani and Sara. Of course the club whores and a couple hang arounds would be there as well.

  It’s funny that hardly any of the brothers have an old lady. There’s Blaze with Dani. Me with Sara. Lyle has a wife, but he barely brings her around the club. He likes to keep her separate from the club, which is fine. We still go over and visit with her a couple times a month. She knows who we are and has never had a problem with the club or that Lyle is a part of it, but since she’s a little older, like Lyle, they both just decided it’s how they wanted it. That’s really about it as far as permanent woman. It’s never really been a problem. Not that it is now, but I just never thought about it before. To each their own, I guess. If a brother wants to take on an old lady, that’s his business.

  When I saw Trixie sitting at the bar when we pulled up, I stiffened, hoping she didn’t start anything. I really wanted today to be a fun and relaxing day for Sara and I. Well, for everyone, really. Surprisingly, she kept her distance, and when she was close by, she was actually either quiet or friendly. Maybe my threat worked better than I thought it would. It’s amazing how a few words can change things; for the good or bad. Thankfully, this time it was good for me.

  Sara’s been laughing and smiling all day. Not once have I seen her look uncomfortable, sad, or upset. It’s so good to see her like this, unhindered by her past.

  The past month has been kind of a struggle with us trying to adjust to having Ollie and her completely forgiving me for the way I acted that night I found her at the lookout, but I think we are finally on solid ground. The only thing that could make everything better is for us to find and take care of her ex, then things really would be perfect.

  Mack walks up to me while I’m leaning against the back wall, just watching Sara interact with Dani and Louie. I’m actually surprised Louie has taken such a liking to Sara. “Looks good on ya,” Mack says once he takes the same position I have against the wall.

  Knowing exactly what he’s talking about, I nod. “Yeah, feels good too.” Feels too fucking good sometimes that I worry it will all get ripped away from me.

  “She’s a good girl. Fits in with everyone real nice too. Sometimes it’s hard to find a woman that can handle our kind of life, but when you do, she’s worth moving Heaven and Hell to keep her.” I couldn’t agree more. I would do more than just move Heaven and Hell, I’d tear them apart if that was what was keeping me from my girl.

  After a couple minutes of silence, I see Lyle walk into the back of the clubhouse with a somber look on his face. Not liking that one bit, I head over to him with Mack hot on my heels.

  Once I reach him, I ask, “Is there a problem?” I’m not sure what would be going on. If it was something at the club or that we needed to act on, he would have just called.

  “No, I just don’t feel right leaving the club while that dickhead is still out there,” Lyle says. I’d laugh at the way his face is screwed up like he’s constipated, but since he’s genuinely worried, it’s not a laughing matter, but he deserves some down time too. “The prospects there, man. He’ll let us know if there’s any trouble, so don’t worry about it. Go get yourself a beer and relax. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow,” I say while I clasp my hand on his shoulder, hoping to relieve his worry a bit.

  He hesitates for a couple of seconds, but then takes off towards the coolers we have set up by the picnic tables. Within five minutes, he seems to forget all his worry and is now laughing and talking with Dani, Louie, and Sara.

  Needing to be close to her, I break away from where Mack and I were standing quietly and make my way over to them. “Hey, Doll, miss me?” I say into her ear. I feel her shudder and know that all it takes is my voice to turn her into a withering ball of need.

  When she finally answers, it’s barely a whisper. “Always,” she breathes. I chuckle lightly at her response, but it’s only to hide an almost giddy response to her reply. Fuck, I love this woman.

  “Good answer.”

  We get caught up in good company and even better conversation. We talk about anything and nothing at all. Louie tells jokes, Dani gives smart-ass answers, Lyle laughs loudly, and Sara and I just stand quietly together, content with watching everyone else around us.

  It’s hard to believe six months ago, I would have been brooding at the bar while everyone else was outside having a good time. I hated being around a lot of people, especially when they were all happy go lucky. It’s not that I wasn’t happy for them, because I was, it was just that I didn’t want to drag them all down with my cold attitude. I acted indifferent and distant, but really, I think I was just jealous and wishing I had what they had. Now I do and I couldn’t be happier.

  “Foods up!” Blaze yells across the yard. He’s been manning the grill, cooking everything from brats and burgers, to steak and chicken.

  Dani instantly takes off toward the grill, but I can hear her clearly when she says, “It’s about fucking time. I was about to wither away.” We all laugh after her. She’s definitely not shy about her need for food. She says it’s because of the baby, but we all know better. She’s never been one to turn away from a good meal. Shit, sometimes she could put away more food than one of the guys. She was the same way with her liquor, but at least now, she’s stuck only eating the men under the table, which is fine by me. It’s never fun having a small woman who’s able to drink more than you. I would know, she’s outdrank me a time or two.

  We all give Dani free reign of getting her food first, no one wanting to deal with a hungry pregnant chick, before we all line up and gather our own.

  Sara and I sit with Dani and Louie at one of the picnic tables, and before long, Blaze joins us. “Did you get enough food, Baby Girl?” Blaze jokes to Dani. She levels him with a glare, but Blaze just smirks and digs into his food.

  “Damn, Sara! These brownies are the shit!” Louie says through a mouthful of brownies. Sara laughs and pats him on the back.

  “Careful there, Tiger. Don’t want you to choke on it.” She’s been taking to calling each of us different pet names, if you will. She’s called me Bubba a few times. Louie is Tiger, Lyle is her Teddy Bear, Mack is Papa Bear, but Blaze is still Blaze. I asked her once why, and her reply was simple, “Because I can’t think of a name that fits him yet.”

  When Louie is able to swallow his bite, he leans over and pulls Sara into his arms. “Marry me. Leave Toby and be with me. We can be happy together; you supply the brownies and I’ll supply the laughter. We’ll be the perfect
couple. What do ya say?” I growl at him as Sara laughs.

  “Sorry, Tiger, but I don’t think that would work.”

  “And why the hell not?” Louie asks, looking sincerely upset over her answer. The fuck?

  “Well, it would be kind of hard for you to supply the laughs and enjoy my brownies if you were dead, wouldn’t it?” She’s dead serious, which has me laughing loudly. Damn, this woman is something else.

  Louie finally laughs and nods his head. “Yeah, you’re right, but I expect brownies at least once a week at the shop. No arguments.” Once she’s able to settle down, she agrees.

  “Anything you want. Just as long as you never suggest I leave Toby for you again.” I’ve been quiet through most of this weird conversation, but decide now is the time to speak up.

  “She can bring you brownies once a month, and if you ever ask her to marry you again, or suggest she be with you instead of me, I fucking promise you won’t be able to walk for a few months. Got me?” I growl, but make sure they know I’m joking by smiling. Well, I’m mostly joking.

  Through the laughter and cheery voices, a cell phone rings out. It’s Lyles. He steps away from the table to answer it and for some reason, I just know that it’s not good news. I watch him talking and I can tell I’m right by his rigid stance and the hard look on his face.

  He’s on the phone for less than a minute, but watching him, it feels longer.

  When he makes it back to the table, he looks to Mack, Blaze, Louie, and me. “We need to talk,” he says in a hard voice. We all stand up and head into the clubhouse. The rest of the brothers that were at different tables or standing around, notice and follow suit. Once we are all in the chapel, Lyle speaks. “That was Ryan. Rick is at the club. He’s got him detained in the office.”

  “All right, everyone load up. We ride out in five.” All my brothers start to file out of the room, but I stop Mack, Skinner, Louie, and Blaze before they leave. “I’m taking lead once we get to the club. I’m sorry, Mack, I mean no disrespect or anything, but this is my fight. When we have that fucker in our grasp, he’s mine,” I say in a hard voice.

  I look only at Mack, but I can see out of the corner of my eye that Blaze and Louie are looking back and forth between us. I’m sure they’re surprised by what I said, but this is about my woman, so it’s my responsibility to take care of it. I’m sure if it was Dani, Blaze would be doing the same thing. I appreciate and am grateful to have my brothers behind me in this, but when that piece of shit takes his last breath, it will be because I made it happen. I’m going to make him pay for every word that cut like a knife, every touch that broke her skin, and every vile thought he had about my girl.

  Mack finally speaks up. “All right, when we get to the club, Toby, it’s your call on how we go about doing this, but you can bet your ass I’m pulling you out if your heads not right in this. You got me?” He looks me straight in the eyes. A lesser man would have shrunk back, but not me. I nod my head, even though I will do anything in my power to make sure it’s my hand that delivers the blow that takes his life.

  Next, he looks to Louie. “Louie, I want you here with the girls, just in case. We’ll keep in touch with what’s going on at the club. If you see any sign of trouble here, call.” Everyone nods and we all head out to where the girls are outside.

  I take Sara off to the side and pull her into my arms. “I gotta go, Doll. Be good and listen to Louie, okay?” She looks worried but she doesn’t question me.

  “Okay. Be safe.” With that, I kiss her hard on the lips, then walk towards my bike.

  This ends tonight. Either way, I’m ending this. If that means that I have to beat everyone in that club within an inch of their lives to get the information I need, so be it, but I’m hoping the dipshit is just fucking stupid and thought with us all at the clubhouse, he could just waltz into our strip club and not be caught.

  Starting tomorrow, Sara will no longer have to worry about her ex coming for her. Starting tomorrow, we can start a new chapter in our lives. Starting tomorrow, there will be no one or anything that will stand in the way of our happiness.

  Seeing all my brothers saddled up and ready to ride, I nod to each of them, firm in the knowledge that each of them will stand beside me through anything, even if it’s to the end. I love each of my brothers, and it makes me so thankful that I have a family that will do whatever it takes to make sure my woman is safe from harm.

  Revving our bikes up, we file out one by one, each of us following our president. I hope that by the end of this night, we’ll be back at the clubhouse for one hell of a celebration, but for now, it’s fucking game time.

  CHAPTER 18

  Sara

  After Toby and the boys left, Louie came over and told us that he wanted us all inside. I spot Ollie running around the yard, and since he’s not hurting anything or anyone, I decide to leave him outside. I’ll grab him after Toby gets back.

  The only people who are really left are Dani, Louie, Trixie, and a couple other women that I’m assuming are also club whores, and myself, of course.

  Dani and I get comfortable on a couch and just sit quietly. I can’t help but have a bad feeling about what’s going on. I know it has something to do with Rick, but I was too scared to confirm that with Toby, but what else would they be doing? As far as I know, they don’t really have a lot of problems that would force them all to ride out like that. The look on all the men’s faces looked like they were all riding off to war. It was a scary sight.

  I’m really glad that Louie is the one to stay with us, though. He and I have gotten close these past couple of weeks. After realizing he wasn’t going to give up, I finally let my guard down and as it turns out, he’s a really great guy. He’s almost like big kid with his goofball ways and stupid jokes. He is always making me laugh and feel carefree, but protected and cared for at the same time. He’s come to mean a lot to me.

  Louie comes into the bar and yells out, “If you don’t have a viable reason to be here, you need to get the fuck out now.” He’s all business now, which is a little scary. He’s the life of the party when it’s all fun and games, but as soon as shit gets real, he’s like a completely different person. I know that if danger comes here, we’ll be okay. Louie will do whatever it takes to make sure we are safe.

  Five minutes later, the only people left are Louie, Dani, myself, and Trixie. I don’t understand why she’s still here, but I don’t say anything. I figure if it was a problem, then Louie would say something about her still being here and make her leave.

  I can feel the tension coming off of Louie, but I don’t say anything to him and he doesn’t say anything to any of us. Suddenly, there’s a loud crash that comes from the kitchen. Louie takes out his gun and walks quietly, but quickly over towards the door that leads into the kitchen.

  He must realize that we’re out in the open because he swears softly and comes over to where Dani and I are still on the couch. He waves Trixie over as well, who looks more scared than either myself or Dani. “I need you girls to go into Mack’s room, lock the door behind you and don’t come out until I come get you. Be quiet and don’t do anything stupid.” Dani and I nod our heads and head for the hall that leads to the rooms.

  “What about me?” Trixie asks nervously, probably not understanding why he didn’t tell her not to come with us.

  “I need you with me. Watch my back and let me know if there’s anything that I don’t see, but stay the fuck outta my way. Can you do that?” he says in a mean voice. I’m so glad he’s not talking that way to me because the way I’m feeling right now, I’d probably break down and cry.

  Trixie looks at him like he’s crazy, which I don’t blame her. Why the hell would he want her as back-up? “Look, I need the girls safe and out of the way, but I also need someone with me, so that leaves you. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise, but two is better than one. So, can you do this?” he levels her with a serious look, but he’s also looking at her like he’s sympathetic too.


  “O-okay…Yeah,” she chokes out, then clears her throat. “Y-yes, I can do this. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

  Louie gives Dani and I a look that says “get your asses moving” before walking back over to the door with Trixie right behind me. Dani and I don’t waste any more time as we hightail it out of the main room and find Mack’s door. Closing it softly behind us, Dani locks it, then we back up into the room and look around. For what, I have no idea.

  “What are you looking for?” I whisper to her. She’s currently pulling out drawers and rifling around through the contents.

  “I don’t have my purse with me so I need to find us a weapon in case shit goes bad,” she says steadily. If shit goes bad? How is she so calm right now?

  “Is that really a possibility?” I ask, starting to freak out now.

  Hearing the fear in my voice, she stops what she’s doing and comes over to sit beside me on the bed. I didn’t even realize I sat down in the first place. “Calm down, Sara. We are going to be fine. I just want to have something, just in case, but there is only a small chance that we’ll even need it. However, I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Knowing I need to toughen up, I nod my head and straighten my back. I need to be strong.

  Seeing the change in my demeanor, Dani gets back up and starts searching for any type of weapon she can find. I get up and open a door that I thought was a closet, but see that it’s a bathroom. Figuring I may as well look just to be sure there’s nothing useful in there, I walk in and search all the cabinets.

  Under the sink, I find a small knife. Figuring we could use it, I grab it and look through the rest of the drawers, but don’t finding anything else.

  When I walk back into the bedroom, I see Dani’s found a small handgun. It’s smaller than the one I saw her carry that day at the shop when Rick tried to take me, but hopefully it will do the job if needed.

  “Find anything?” she asks without looking up from what I think is loading the gun. I’ve never even touched a gun before, even though Toby has been trying to get me to go to the shooting range. I now wish I would have taken him up on that offer.