by K. Renee
K. Renee
Copyright
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Copyright
© 2016 K. Renee
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Have you ever felt so alone that no one would even notice that you were gone? No? Well aren’t you fucking lucky, me not so much. I grew up on the bad side of town, where all the drug dealers and gang bangers lived. I spent part of my childhood scared of what could happen to me, and the rest of it trying to protect myself. My parents were druggies and didn’t give a shit about me. They used all the money they got on drugs, and forced me to steal to make sure we ate at night.
In all the years of living in that house, I never once thought about leaving. I knew that it was my home, and I knew that there was nothing anyone could do to change that. Sure, you’re probably thinking to yourself that I’m wrong, or that someone could have taken me in, but it’s the cold hard truth. No one wants to adopt a teenager who has lived the life I have. Fuck, I don’t blame them. I’m sure that if I lived the life of luxury, I wouldn’t want some little punk kid from the streets ruining my perfect life.
When I turned seventeen, I finally got away from the life I had lived before. I worked random jobs until I could save enough to get the fuck out of there and not turn out like my useless parents. I hope they rot in hell since they never gave a damn about me anyway; why should I care what happens to them now.
Sure it’s taken a few years, but I’m just glad to finally be as far away from them as possible. At twenty-five, I can finally rest easy knowing that they won’t come looking for me, not that they would have when I was seventeen.
When I finally got to Las Vegas, Nevada, I found a shitty ass hotel that looked just about as bad as the neighborhood I grew up in. I didn’t even care how run down this place was, I just needed a bed and a shower; something that I haven’t really had the luxury of for the last few months. Hitchhiking from Chicago, I’m surprised I even made it this far.
Checking in under a fake name, I grab the key from the old man up front and head towards the bed that’s calling my name right now.
Making my way around the corner, I see a dude sitting on his bike just watching a drug deal go down. I wonder what he’s doing. Maybe he’s a nark and he’s just waiting for the moment to arrest them. I keep making my way to my room when I get a look at the back of his vest. Wayward Saints MC - Las Vegas, Nevada.
I never really had any conflict with a biker gang before, but I wonder why he’s in this shitty ass place. Before I walk into my room, I watch him look up at the room at the top of the stairs before taking off. The answer must be behind that door.
Walking into my small ass room, I survey the contents. I have to make sure that I know where everything is and what I can use in case someone breaks in. You never know what can happen.
After I check everything out, I lock the door and drop my bag on the floor next to the bed. Pulling out some of the clothes I bought in the last town, I make my way to the bathroom, and start the shower. Once the steam fills the room, I strip down and get in to wash away a week’s worth of dirt and sweat. Washing my body and scrubbing the filth off myself makes me feel ten times better. Washing my hair that has been caked in oil and dirt for the last week is one of the best feelings in the world.
Once I am clean and damn tired, I get out and towel myself off. Pulling on a pair of sweats, I run the towel over my head and throw it over the shower rod to dry. Making my way back into the bedroom area, I drop my body on the mattress and reach over to grab a knife from my bag. Once I get it under my pillow I am able to relax a little.
Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds that are filtering into my room from the street, and the sounds of a couple banging each other’s brains out in the room next door. A few minutes later, the noises go away and I drift off.
The sound of banging on the door next to mine startles me awake. It’s bright and sunny. Looking at the clock, I see that it’s around noon already. I must have been more exhausted than I thought.
Getting up, I look out the window and see a burly man standing there, waiting for someone to open the door. Going to my bag, I pull on my shoes and a tee shirt. As I walk outside, I see that the dude looks pissed, and is about ready to kill the other man that’s inside the room with, what must be, the big dude’s wife. I never understood what these fuckers where thinking cheating on their spouses. Why the fuck would you even be with someone unless you’re going to give it the old college try?
Turning the corner, I see a set of stairs and make my way to them. I saw a gas station a few blocks down, so I might as well get some snacks to hold me over for a little while. When I make it to the door that the biker was staring at last night, I see him walking up the steps towards me.
He stares at me, and looks me over before he passes me.
“Hey kid.” The biker says from behind me.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turn and face him. “Yeah?” I ask. Although he doesn’t scare me, I would hate to be on the other side of his anger. He walks over to me and stares me in the eye for a second. “Aren’t you a little young to be here by yourself?”
Laughing, I look him up and down. “Aren’t you a little too old and clean cut to be hanging out at this hotel?”
He smirks and smacks my arm. “I like you. Where you from?”
“Chicago.” I grumble. I don’t really want to make small ta
lk with him but I know he will probably think I’m on the run or something.
“What the hell you doing out here?” He asks eyeing me.
Looking him in the eyes, I give him a straight answer. “I left home when I was seventeen. I grew up on the shitty side of town, and my parents were druggies. I didn’t want to follow down their path, so I did what I had to and left without looking back.”
He watches me but doesn’t say anything. He nods his head. “If you ever need anything, come find me. I need to fuck my girl and get to a barbecue, but look me up if you need something. I’m Dom, and you can find me at the Wayward Saints compound. If I’m not there, then one of them can find me.” All I can do is stare at him. Why is he being nice to me?
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I like you kid. I don’t want to see you fall down the wrong path because of who you meet in this fucking town. Trust me, this place will swallow you up and spit you back out without so much of a warning.”
“Thank you.” I reply, reaching out my hand to shake his.
“Any time, kid.” With that he walks over to the hotel room and knocks. When she doesn’t answer, he pulls out a lock pick kit, picks the lock, and walks inside. Before he closes the door, he shoots me a wink.
Laughing, I make my way down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. On my way to the store, I pass by a few groups of kids, and a couple gang bangers standing on the corner in front of the mini mart. After making my way inside, I try not to pay them any attention. I grab some chips, a sandwich, a couple bottles of water, and a few candy bars, and head to the cash register. Once I pay for my stuff, I grab the bag and make my way back to the hotel.
Once I make my way up the stairs, I can hear the moaning from the girl that the biker must be fucking. As much as I want to catch a glimpse of the girl that he’s got behind the door, I make my way into my room and shut the door behind me. I kick my shoes off, take a seat on the bed and lean back against the headboard. Flicking the TV on, I search the channels for something remotely watchable. Grabbing my chips, I start to shove them in my mouth, and take a swig of water before opening my sandwich.
Once I’m done eating, I continue to watch some loser on TV talk about who knows what. Instead of paying attention to the fat man on TV, I am thinking about what my next move should be. I need to find some work, and I need to find it like yesterday. I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can make due for a few days at least.
Instead of lying on my ass any longer, I pull on my jeans and a tee shirt and slide on my shoes. Making my way out into the hot night, I head towards the bar that I saw on my way to the hotel. Walking in, I see that it’s still early, and there aren’t a lot of people inside yet.
A few hours later, I’ve had two beers that I had been nursing like a fucking babysitter. Watching the men and women come in and out, I wonder if any of them actually knew all the shit that they are starting without even knowing it.
The guy at the end of the bar is pissed because his girlfriend is flirting with a few of the college boys at the pool table. She keeps leaning over the table, flashing her tits. While the college boys are eating this shit up, the boyfriend that looks to be about ten years older than her, is about to fly off the damn handle.
I watch this go on for another ten minutes before the boyfriend finally has enough of it. He gets up, marches right over to the girl, and grabs her by the back of the hair. The college kids look like they might piss themselves. He leans down real close to her, and whispers in her ear.
Getting up from my seat, I make my way over to him and kick the back of his leg, causing him to release his hold on the woman’s hair. He falls to the ground with a yelp, and the college kids go running away like the little pussies they are.
When the asshole gets up off the ground, he stares right at me and I can’t help but grin. He has no idea what he’s about to, do and I personally can’t wait to show him what a mistake it is to fuck with me. He grins at me and then starts to speak. “Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?” He growls.
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t like seeing bitches like you hurt woman. Maybe if you were able to keep your woman satisfied in the bedroom, she wouldn’t wander the bars looking for some strange.”
He scoffs, “What makes you think you know what you’re fucking talking about? What are you, like ten?” He spits.
“Just calling it like I see it, old man.” I say with a smile. He charges after me, but I lower my body, and flip him over my back. He lands on the ground with a thud and a groan. Spinning around, I see that he’s still on the ground, but trying to pick himself back up.
“You’re going to fucking pay, you little punk.” He grits out. He finally pulls himself up off the floor and comes charging at me again, so I lift my left knee and jam it right into his dick. He yelps, and grabs himself. Taking the opportunity, I land a few punches to his face, putting him on his ass again, and he grabs a hold of my jeans to try to pull himself up. I kick him once and he falls to the floor, and doesn’t move.
Instead of waiting around to see if they call the cops, I make my way through the crowd that has gathered, and out the doors. When I get close to the hotel, I see a few bikers riding down the street. Looking at their backs, I see a different vest than the one I was talking with earlier. I never knew that there were other bikers on the same turf as each other.
Making my way up the stairs, I see someone sneaking around the room that the biker was hanging out in. When she sees me, she takes off quickly and doesn’t look back. Shaking my head, I make it to my door and unlock it. Walking in and locking the door behind me, I head straight for the bed and fall face first into the mattress. I don’t even bother stripping out of my clothes.
As soon as my head hits the mattress, I’m out.
The next morning, I wake up early and make my way to the streets to find some work. I had heard about some try outs at a warehouse a few blocks away, and decided it might be a good bet, so I make my way in that direction.
As I am walking, I see a beautiful red head sitting on a bench with tears in her eyes. It takes every ounce of strength to not stop and try to help this girl. I don’t know what her story is, but I don’t really need to know. I already have way too much on my plate to deal with. When I walk past her, her eyes meet mine and I feel like she's speaking to me through her eyes. I can see all the pain pouring from her, and I instantly feel bad.
Ignoring it, I look down and walk as fast as I can from her. The look in her eyes almost brought me to my knees. I used to have that same look before I left home. Fighting every instinct in me to turn back around and go to her, I keep walking to my destination.
When I finally get to the place, I look around the warehouse and see a few guys standing around looking bored. Staying a safe distance away, I watch the other men that are most likely trying out for the same position I am.
A few of the men look like they can be actual competition, but the others look like pussies. I watch as they do various things, and I just stand off to the side taking in my surroundings. When a dark SUV comes pulling into the parking lot, I can tell the others are getting pumped for whatever we have to do for the try out. A guy in a dark suit gets out of the back door, and looks around at the crowd of men.
His eyes land on me and his lips curl in a wicked smile. He whistles and the guys all stop what they are doing and stare at him. With a wave of his hand, he states, “You guys are not needed.” The guys all start to talk and bitch about not even getting a chance to try out. “Get the fuck out of my sight!” He roars, looking over his shoulder at the others.
When they all scatter, I stand my ground, and he turns his attention back to me. Steeling my expression, I look him right in the eyes. “You got balls.” He says with a look of pure evil.
Smirking, I just shake my head no. “I don’t scare easily.”
He looks me up and down before he says anything else. “I think you’ll help me do great things.” He gets a wide smile on his face and he tells me to
get in the SUV.
Staring at him for a second, I just nod my head and follow him into the SUV. Once we are seated and the driver takes off, he starts to talk.
“My name is Xavier and I am in the business of guns and pussy.” Looking over to him, I watch his expressions and demeanor. “I was hoping to get someone like you to show up and I am amazed it happened so soon. I’ve been trying to get someone to fill the position for the last week, and expected to at least wait a few more weeks.”
Raising my eye brow at him, I wait for him to continue. “What I need you to do is be the muscle behind my operation. I run a lot of men and need you to oversee the lot of them. You’re a tad bit on the skinny side, so you will need to do some training and bulking, but nothing too demanding". He looks over to me and I just watch him.
“What would I be doing?” I ask. Not that I am really against it, just curious.
“You will be providing security to me and my family. I have a wife, a daughter, a son, and a mistress. They all need security. You will build a team and train them to be the best possible. I will not take my families safety lightly. My daughter and son are my biggest priorities. They are my legacy, and will be the ones to take over one day.”
Nodding my head, I just listen to him. “My daughter just turned eighteen, and my son is twenty-two. They think they are invincible right now, but little do they know that it is because of who I have on their security team. They like to get into trouble and can’t seem to keep their noses clean. I’ll give you a few months to get ready, but I need you as soon as I can get you started.”
Taking in what he just said, I try to wrap my head around what he wants from me. “You want me to protect your family, and add some weight?” I ask looking towards the front of the car. He doesn’t respond, so I turn and look at him.
“Exactly.” He states in a serious tone.
“You don’t even know me.” I state. “How do you know that I’m not gonna just take out you and your whole family?”
He watches me for a second. “I just know.”