by K. J. Dahlen
“We’re going to follow up on the info we got from Bane’s flash drive. We have a senator to bring down. FBI and ATF will gather up the rest but Ritcher is ours.”
“Wish I could be there for that.” Bull growled.
“So do I brother, so do I.” Judge stood a bit taller. “After that, we’ll continue with what we got started. Every time we take one pipeline down, another one pops up to take its place. We can make a difference if we stick with it. There is more of them than there is us so we fight.”
“Good luck with that,” Bull told the other man. “Any time you need, me all you got to do is call.”
“Good to know.” Judge held out his hand again and Bull shook it.
Bull turned around and walked to the stairs. Leaving felt like he was turning his back on his friends but he needed Charlie more.
A few minutes later, he parked in the garage and got out of his truck. The house was quiet when he entered through the kitchen. Scanning the area, he didn’t see Charlie anywhere. He was about to go to the bedroom when he caught sight of the paper on his table.
Picking it up Bull knew a moment of fear. It was a note from Charlie.
Dear Bull,
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me the last few days. You literally saved my life and I owe you that much. It may not be worth all that much but I hope you think it was worth saving.
I have to go now. As much as I’d love to stay here with you, I won’t ask you to ever choose between me and your friends. I see how close you are to them and while I envy you that, I would never try to compete. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t think I could ever forget what we could have had.
I do love you. I love you with all my heart. I told you about my foster mother once. She stood up for someone she cared for and lost the battle but I think in the long run, she won the war. The love she felt far outweighed the pain that was dealt her.
That kind of love is rare and that’s the kind of love I have for you. You may not see it but know that by walking away from you, will break my heart I can’t stay and hold you back from something you were meant to do. Just know there will be someone out there who loves you, someone who will always love you more than you will ever know.
Charlie Maggie Martin
Bull crushed the paper in his hand. Panic began to grow inside his soul at the thought of losing her. He stomped down the hall and into his bedroom. There was only one thought on his mind and that was he needed to find her quickly before she could escape. If she got away from him now, he would never find her. He would never know the peace in his soul again.
If he lost her now, the rage would take over again and this time, he would never be able to breathe again. He couldn’t lose her.
When he entered the bedroom, his eyes went directly to the bed. He was remembering the moments of bliss they’d shared. Walking slowly over to the bed, he could still breathe in her scent. The earthy scent reminded him of sunshine and honeysuckle.
So lost in his memories he missed the sound at first. Then his soul began screaming at him to pay attention. That’s when he heard it. Looking around the room, he found the source of the sounds that tore at his heart.
Charlie sat in the corner of the room sobbing. She was curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head hung and she was sobbing.
Bull approached her slowly. He slid down to sit beside her and wrapped his huge arms around her shoulder. Pulling her into his embrace he whispered, “Hush now. You’ll hurt your throat.”
Charlie sobbed harder. Pressing her face into his chest, she wet his shirt. “I’m sorry.”
Bull’s arms tightened. “For what?”
“I tried to leave. I didn’t want to make you have to choose. I was on my way out the door, but I just couldn’t go.”
“I’m glad for that. When I read your note, I made up my mind that I would find you and bring you back. I don’t want you to go.”
Charlie peeked at him. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from the tears she’d shed. “But I don’t want to come between you and your brothers.”
“You didn’t.” he assured her. “Those guys mean the world to me but you…you mean so much more.”
“I do?” Charlie looked puzzled.
Bull chuckled softly. “Yeah, you do. I don’t know how to explain it so bear with me. Five years ago, when we were ambushed I lost more than just two men that day. I lost a piece of my soul and where the piece had been torn, it left a raging wound. I could feel it and it was slowly festering and spreading its poison throughout my entire body. The healing was a slow process and I was getting there when I met you. The moment I touched you I healed. I just didn’t realize it at the time. Having closure helped too, but mostly it was you. You were that missing piece of my soul and now I’m whole again, better than whole, I’m complete. I can’t lose you. I need you more than I need the air I breathe. I’m so glad you couldn’t leave me.”
Charlie snuggled in close to him. ‘I’m glad I couldn’t leave either. When my mother died, it left me broken. I’ve known that all my life. I was broken and I couldn’t fix it alone but when I met you, I knew you were my missing half. I trusted you when I have never trusted anyone else in my life. I only had two friends in my life, Maggie and Jesse. When I lost Maggie, I didn’t think I could move on. My life centered around finding the bastard who hurt her. Jesse put his life on the line trying to ferret out the truth. I was ready to take Paolo out for what he did. Then Jesse did what I couldn’t and paid the full price. Now I can heal. My heart was torn for so long.”
“Then there was your father,” Bull stated.
“That man was not my father.” Charlie shook her head. “He was just a donor my mother made a mistake with. She’s the one I remember not him. I never knew him before yesterday. I’d seen him. I knew what he looked like but I never knew he was the one who fathered me. I can’t change who I am but I am so much more than just his daughter. I am Charlie Martin. When I pulled that trigger yesterday, I was finally free of the past. I hate to say this but his death needed to happen. His kind of poison was choking he life from me and now I’m finally free. Free of my past, free to experience a better future. I’m just free.” She turned incredulous eyes to him. “You claimed I healed your soul well guess what, you healed mine too. I belong to you and you belong to me.”
“Damn right you belong to me.” Bull growled as he squeezed her tightly. “And don’t you forget that.”
“What about your brothers?”
“What about them?”
“The plan was you were going to join them I thought?”
“I was going to join them,” Bull admitted. “And they will always be there when I need them, the same as I will always be there when they need me. But they know I need you too. Judge was wrong to treat you the way he did and I think he realized that but by the time he did…it was too late. I won’t let you be around him, not like that.”
“But I’m coming between you and them,” Charlie protested.
“No you’re not.” Bull insisted.
“Are you—” her question was cut off by Bull claiming her mouth. The kiss grew hot and Charlie groaned as she heated up to meet fire with fire.
“I want you,” Bull insisted as he spread tiny kisses down her neck.
Charlie tipped her head back to give him access to the rest of her neck. “Then claim me.” She moaned.
Bull lifted her off the floor without breaking a sweat. He stepped over to the bed and lowered her down slowly. There was a gleam in his eyes that matched the one in her eyes…
The End or maybe not…
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Spawn & Spitfire
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SPAWN & SPITFIRE
Satan’s Spawn MC Series
#1
When Cassie comes to Troy, New York, looking for her best friend Peaches, she meets Deke Tory and her world is never going to be the same. He is formidable, magnetic and not like anyone she has ever met. Deke is president of the Satan’s Spawn MC and while he lives by a certain set of rules, Cassie grew up differently. She grew up on the streets from the age of ten and the only rule there…was the rule of survival.
Deke finds himself drawn to the Spitfire girl who appeared out of nowhere. Can he break down the walls she has built up to protect herself? When Cassie and Peaches are reunited, their past comes back to haunt them. Someone from their past wants them dead to hide a terrible secret.
Can Deke protect her—can he even hold on to her?
They have to find a way to survive and Cassie has to find a way to keep a promise she made to her friend, Peaches when they were ten. She has to find Peaches’ family and reunite them. Will they both survive long enough or will their past swallow them and keep its secret for a little while longer?
Spawn & Spitfire
Satan’s Spawn MC Series
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DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this book to all those women and children who have been caught up in desperate situations. I may not know your pain but I hope you are able to find a place like Redemption House to rebuild your lives. You have the strength deep down inside you to take that first step. I pray that you can find it within yourself to take that step and better your life.
CHAPTER ONE
When she walked into the Dirty Dancing club, Cassie didn’t really know what she would find. The place was clean at least. As she looked around, she could see the bar and tables. She could also see the stage and the runway area. All she knew for sure was she needed to find her.
Smoke filled the room with its hazy scent and she wrinkled her nose a bit. Making her way through the tables to the bar, Cassie sat down and ordered a drink. When the bartender placed the glass in front of her, she turned slightly and watched the dancers for a moment. She grabbed the glass, brought it to her lips and asked, “Do you have a dancer here named Peaches?”
The bartender, a big man with tattoos up and down his arms narrowed his eyes at her question, then shrugged. “I’m here to serve drinks, not to answers dumb questions.”
Cassie narrowed her own eyes then taking her drink, she began to wander around the club. She watched everything without seeming to notice anything. Slowly making her way toward the back hall, she saw one of the dancers enter the Ladies room. Placing her glass on the table, she headed that way herself. Pushing open the door, she saw the dancer checking her makeup. “Hi.” She nodded at the dancer.
“Hey.” The dancer nodded back.
“I was wondering if you could help me.”
The dancer stopped what she was doing and stared at her through the mirror. “Whatcha looking for?”
Cassie held up her hands. “I just need some information on one of your dancers.”
The woman frowned. “Sorry no can do, sister. We don’t give out info on each other. We protect ourselves and the club.”
“I can relate to that. I’m not asking for anything but if you have a dancer here named Peaches. I really need to find her. To make sure she’s okay. I’m not here to hurt anyone, but I do need to find her.”
“Sorry honey can’t help you, club rules.” The dancer moved toward the door.
Cassie moved aside to let her pass. “She’s my friend and I need to know she’s all right,” she whispered. “I swear, that’s all I want to know.”
The woman paused. “If Deke finds out I told you anything, I’ll be in so much trouble.”
Cassie shook her head. “He won’t find out from me. If you see her, tell her to call me at the Star Bright motel, room 104. Just get the message to her. Nobody has to know we even spoke. Please?”
The dancer nodded then left and the door closed slowly behind her.
For the first time since this nightmare began, Cassie let a deep hopeful breath.
A few minutes later, she walked out of the rest room and to the main door of the dance hall.
~* * * *~
She didn’t see the three men that followed her to the parking lot and watched as she got into her jeep and drove away.
One of the men lit a cigarette and as the smoke cleared he said, “Deke might want to know about this.” He turned and walked back into the club. As he made his way to the back room where the offices were, he nodded to the bartender.
At the big oak door of Deke’s office, the man paused briefly and knocked. When Deke called out, he opened the door and came inside. The office was neat and tidy. The large oak desk in front of him was littered with papers and a laptop but he paid them no mind. As his eyes met the man’s behind the desk, Wiley swallowed hard.
Deke was a big man, six foot six inches, and at least three hundred fifty pounds of raw muscle. His short black hair was brushed back away from his face and his eyes were the color of ice. His hands were just as big as the rest of him and could easily break a man in half. “What’s up, Wiley?”
“We have someone sniffing around, asking questions about one of the dancers.”
Deke sat back in his chair. His fingers steepled while his steely gaze met his Sergeant at Arms. “Now who would be foolish enough to do that?”
Wiley shrugged. “It was a young woman. She first asked Hal about her but when Hal wouldn’t give her any answers, she went into the ladies room after Candy. I don’t think Candy would talk, but you never know what chicks are gonna say.”
“Bring Candy in here,” Deke ordered as he got up and moved from behind his desk.
A few minutes later, Wiley escorted Candy into the office.
She took one look at the big man’s face and began to tremble.
“I understand we had someone asking about Peaches.”
Candy groaned. “She asked but I didn’t answer.”
“What did she want to know?”
“She said she was a friend and just wanted to know if Peaches was okay,” Candy answered truthfully. “She told me to have Peaches call her.”
“Call her where?”
“She’s at the Star Bright, room 104. I swear boss that’s all she said.”
Deke stared at the woman for a moment then nodded. “It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble, but the next time someone asks anything, you better be the one to bring it to my attention, not Hal or Wiley. I run a good place here and give you girls the protection you need to feel safe. I need you to look out for each other as well.”
Candy almost wilted in relief. “I understand boss. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first thing.”
Deke watched as she turned and left. Then he looked over at Wiley. “Maybe you and a couple of the boys should go find this woman and bring her to me. I need to know what she wants with Peaches.”
“Sure thing Prez.” Wiley grinned as he turned to leave.
“Don’t hurt her man,” Deke called out, “Just bring her in.”
Wiley nodded at two other men and they all made their way to the parking lot. Mounting their bikes, they roared of
f.
A few minutes later, they parked near the Star Bright Motel, just down a few spots from the Jeep he’d seen the woman drive away in. Wiley glanced around the parking lot. No one else was around and he didn’t want trouble.
Dismounting their rides, they all made their way to the door of room 104. He knocked and waited for an answer. When it didn’t come right away, he pounded on the door.
A moment later, it was thrown open and a young girl stood there. “What the hell do you want?” she growled.
Wiley took a moment to look at her.
Dressed in a white motel robe she was a small woman, her long, red, wet hair fell to her waist in tiny ringlets. Her green eyes snapped with impatience.
Wiley was both impressed and puzzled with the fact that she didn’t seem to fear them. “The boss wants to see you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “Well maybe, I don’t want to see your boss. Did you ever think about that?”
Wiley’s brow rose as he stared at her in astonishment. “When Deke says come lady, you come.” He reached out to grab her.
She backed a step away. “I’m warning you, I don’t like to be touched. And this Deke joker can go fuck himself. Who the hell does he think he is?”
Wiley growled and stepped forward to grab hold of her. “He’s the fucking President of the Satan’s Spawn MC, that’s who the fuck he is!”
“I told you I don’t like to be touched.” She seethed as she took another step back.
“I don’t really give a shit what you like or don’t like. You’re coming with us.”
As soon as he grabbed her arm, she went postal. Her knee met his groin and before he even fell, she roundhoused his jaw and laid him out on the floor.
The other two men with him were stunned for a moment then charged at her.