SATAN-SPAWN-COLLECTION-To Load

by Dahlen, K. J.

  “We’ll stand with you too, if you’ll have us,” Raine added. “Not only our family but the whole damn MC.”

  “What?” Reva whispered.

  Raine nodded. “You heard me right. The whole Satan’s Bastards MC is ready and willing to stand behind whatever you want to do. Most of them remember that night and the new guys have heard the stories. No one wants to forget and we all carry a little bit of the shame from that night. I heard from Hawkeye last week and he told me to tell you they would stand with you against Bulldog. He is going to be stripped of his colors as soon as he gets out. Hawkeye said they should have done it sooner, but they needed to wait until he came out to do it.”

  “What shame are you talking about?” Gator asked.

  “Our world may be tough and I’ll be the first one to admit the MC doesn’t always follow the law but we’re supposed to have a code to live by,” Raine explained. “We protect our women and the innocent. Reva was both and we didn’t protect her well enough. Oh don’t get me wrong, some women don’t deserve our protection but Reva wasn’t one of them, and not one of us stood up for her, until you put two bullets into my brother.” Raine looked at Gator and suggested, “It might have been better for everyone if your aim had been a little bit better that night.”

  Gator shook his head. “I didn’t want him dead that night or believe me, he would have been. I just wanted to stop him from hurting her. His judgment wasn’t on me.”

  Tears rolled down Reva’s cheek unchecked. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All these years she’d been living in fear and now, she knew she had nothing to fear at all. “The only thing I want from Bulldog is a divorce. That and to be left alone. I just want him out of my life forever.”

  Raine smiled. “Then somehow, we’ll make that happen. I can’t promise it will be easy but it will happen.”

  “God, I hope so,” she whispered.

  “If you ever do get the divorce, you won’t be single very long,” Gator promised. “The laws are better now for this kind of thing, ya know. I’ll finally get to put my ring on your finger.”

  Reva smiled. “And I would be more than happy to accept. I’ve wanted nothing more for as long as I can remember. I love you old man.”

  ~* * * *~

  Three hundred forty three miles away in Warren, Maine the large double doors of the state prison opened and a lone man walked out. He was a tall man, his long brown and grey hair tied back into a ponytail, hidden under a stocking cap. His jeans were worn and they barely fit him anymore but they were what he’d worn the day he came here. His t-shirt was a little tight.

  Bulldog had beefed up while he sat behind bars all these years. He also wore his MC cut, proclaiming to the whole world he was a member of the Satan’s Bastards motorcycle club. In his hand was a duffle bag, issued by the prison. Inside the bag were the things he had in his cell for the last seventeen years.

  There wasn’t much in the bag, a couple pair of pants, a couple t-shirts, four pair of underwear and socks. A stack of letters, each bearing the stamp, Return to Sender and a set of legal papers marked, Dissolution of Marriage.

  He heard the door close behind him and he took a deep breath. The air outside the prison had a different scent to it. It was the scent of freedom. He lifted his eyes and found the group of people waiting for him.

  His eyes found those of his father, Daniel Moore, otherwise known as Black Jack. Two of his brothers were there as well. Quincy and Patrick, otherwise known as Gambler and Judge respectively. There were three members of his old MC waiting there as well. Razor, Beaner and the man they called Hyde.

  Everyone was seventeen years older but Bulldog noticed, no one had changed much over the years. The only noticeable difference was the grey in their hair. Although he thought his father had aged a bit since he’d last seen him.

  He walked over to his family and held out his hand. When no one grasped it, he raised an eyebrow at their lack of greeting. “What the fuck?” he called out. “What is this? Aren’t you happy to see me free of that fucking place?”

  “We would be if you hadn’t earned what put you in there,” Patrick told him.

  Bulldog snapped his head to stare at his brother. Very slowly, he turned and saw the expressions on his father and other brother’s face. “Is that what you guys truly believe? That I earned those seventeen years in prison?”

  “Yes son,” his father told him quietly. “You did earn them. You did the deed that put you here. No one else did.”

  Bulldog’s hands tightened on the duffle bag he gripped. “If my wife hadn’t pressed charges, I wouldn’t have been here at all. She put me in this place.”

  “No son, she didn’t.” Black Jack shook his head.

  “Yes old man, she did,” Bulldog insisted.

  “She wasn’t the one who press charges against you,” Judge told him.

  “What are you talking about?” Bulldog frowned. “She had to be the one.”

  “But she wasn’t,” Black Jack insisted. “She was in a coma for the first three weeks after the assault, fighting for her life.” He glanced over at his other two sons and then he stared back at Bulldog. “Your mother and I pressed charges against you.”

  “Along with me, Gambler, Raine and Hound,” Judge informed him. “Us and everyone who was there that night. After what you did, we thought you’d be safer in custody than out on the streets.” He paused then added, “The fact you were found guilty seemed right when everything came out in court.”

  “Well fuck you all then!” Bulldog’s monumental temper flashed into rage. He turned to his father and asked, “Is that why Mom never answered any of my letters all this time? Is that why she isn’t here now?”

  Black Jack nodded. “We tried to bring you boys up to respect the MC and the laws. You betrayed that and she couldn’t take it. You brought shame to our family and dragged our name through the mud. And you did it knowingly. She felt you turned your back on us long before we did you.” He paused to glare into his son’s eyes. “When we became aware of everything you had done over the years, she hung her head in shame. In all the years I’ve known that woman I’ve never seen her look so defeated, but that day in court, she was broken and I blame you for that.”

  “But you taught us all our lives that family stood together no matter what,” Bulldog spat out.

  “You crossed the line and never once thought about the consequences, did you?” Black Jack asked. “You broke the family bond, not just once but several times and you didn’t even care. You lied to us time and time again and thought we’d never find out. Well we did find out. We found out about every time you used and abused your young wife. But we didn’t hear it from her, we found the hospital records. In the seven years you were married, you sent her to the hospital twenty seven times. And she never said a word.” Black Jack stepped closer to his son. “I taught you boys better than that. I taught you to never strike a woman, never take your anger out on your wife because that made you a monster. I also taught you boys to never take drugs and by the time I found out you were an addict, it was too dammed late to stop you from killing your son. You did all that, YOU Harry, no one else. That’s on you.” He stepped back. “Maybe I didn’t want to think my son could do something as horrible as what happened and that’s on me. I’ll take the blame for that but know this Harry, if you want back in this family that’s something you have to earn back. You have to show us that we matter to you as much as you matter to us.”

  “What are you saying?” Bulldog stared back at him.

  “I’m saying that unless you can prove this is truly behind you and you want to start over with a clean slate, you aren’t welcome to come home.” His father glared at him.

  Bulldog was stunned. His father’s words cut him deep. He glanced at his two brothers and they wore the same expression ad their dad did. “Does that go for you two as well?”

  Gambler and Judge nodded but didn’t say anything.

  Then he looked over at his friends. They star
ed back with no expression in their eyes. Their arms were crossed over their chests but not one of them greeted him like they were glad to see him. “Why are you guys here?” he finally asked.

  “Hawkeye wants to see you,” Razor replied. “We’re here to take you to him.”

  Bulldog snorted. “So the President of the club can’t even be bothered to see me now.”

  “Hawkeye is the President,” Razor countered.

  “What happened to Sam Tory? This used to be his club.”

  “Sam left to join Deke in New York. That was almost a year ago,” Hyde spoke up now. “He’s a grandpa now.”

  Bulldog snorted. “I don’t give a shit.”

  “That’s been your problem all along hasn’t it?” Judge asked. “If it doesn’t involve you, you just don’t give a shit.”

  Bulldog glared at his brother. “Fuck you.”

  Judge turned and walked back over to the truck his brother, father and himself came in. He got in and slammed the door shut.

  Without saying another word, Black Jack and Gambler joined him. Bulldog watched as the truck tore out of the parking lot. When he could no longer see it, Bulldog turned and made his way over to the three men standing to his left. Hanging the duffle bag on the back bar of his bike, he swung his leg over the seat and started the engine.

  They left the parking lot as a group and none of them moved away from Bulldog as they drove back the seventy miles that separated Warren from Bangor. When the four of them came into the compound of the Satan’s Bastards MC, Bulldog noticed everyone watching his arrival.

  He could see their expressions and it did not warm his soul. When they parked in front of the clubhouse, people began gathering around them. No one said anything but they formed a barrier around him. He had no choice but to walk into the clubhouse.

  Bulldog didn’t get a good feeling as he walked through the men standing there. There was a group of women in the back and the men stood between them and him.

  When he came to the table in front of Hawkeye, the other man just stared at him for a moment. Hawkeye finally got to his feet but he didn’t reach out his hand. Instead, he nodded at Bulldog, then he glanced around at the others. “Bulldog, glad to see you made it out of that place.”

  “What is this Hawkeye?” he asked. “Why was I escorted here without a word said as to why?”

  “Because you betrayed this club over seventeen years ago and this is your reckoning.” Hawkeye looked him in the eyes. “This should have happened a long time ago.” He hesitated then asked, “We need your colors.”

  Bulldog was stunned yet again. First, he lost seventeen years of his life, then a few hours ago, he lost his family and now he was losing his club. He had nothing left. “You’re taking my colors? Why?”

  “Because after you were arrested, we found out you betrayed this club. You left a mess we had to clean up. You damn near got the club wiped off the map with your dealings with the cartel. We didn’t know about that until a member of the cartel came here looking for their money or their drugs. If your wife hadn’t told us where the money was hidden as well as the last shipment of heroin, the cartel would have declared war on us. You only lived through prison, so you could face us here and now.”

  Bulldog felt an invisible noose tighten around his neck. He hadn’t thought about the cartel finding him. To them, he’d just been a courier. He hadn’t told his club or his family about the drug business he was running. He didn’t want to have to split the money he was making with anyone else. Now it seemed everyone know his deepest secrets. Sweat beaded his temples as he took off his leather vest.

  He hadn’t worn his color the whole time he was behind bars and when he donned the vest this morning, he finally felt dressed. Now taking it off again, he felt desolate and alone.

  He handed the vest to Hawkeye and watched as the other man stripped off each and every patch he’d worn with pride since the time he was seventeen.

  Not one of the men standing there around him said a word as they all watched their President rip the patches off.

  ~* * * *~

  When the patches had been removed and the vest was stripped, Hawkeye grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and split the back of the vest, rendering it unwearable. “This isn’t your club anymore.” Hawkeye told him. “You have three hours to get out of our territory. If we find you still here after that, you’ll feel the wrath of our anger.”

  Bulldog turned and just before he left the building, Hawkeye called out to him, “You should know something before you go.”

  Bulldog turned and stared at him. “And what would that be?”

  “The last time I saw the cartel, they left you a message.”

  Bulldog began to really sweat. “What message?”

  “They said they would be watching you. In and out of prison. They said you would have to face them as well. You put them in a position they never wanted to be in when you screwed us over. They said to watch your back because they would be there but you wouldn’t see them coming until it was too late.”

  Bulldog swallowed hard and gave Hawkeye a nod. Turning to the door, he disappeared through it.

  A short time later, they all heard his engine roar and pull out of the parking lot. No one said a word and slowly, the line broke up and people drifted away.

  Hawkeye stared at the ruined vest on the table in front of him. He still had to make a call to Sam and warn him of what just happened.

  He came around the edge of the table and made his way down the hall to his office. Slowly closing the door behind him, he went over to his desk and sat down. Reaching for the phone, he punched some numbers and waited for Sam to answer the call.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  When Sam closed his phone, he looked over at Melora and the baby. They had been discharged from the hospital and he’d brought them directly to the club. Now, he was glad he had. The call he’d just taken had been one he thought he had a month yet to prepare for.

  He glanced over at Deke and found him looking back. Sam walked over to the table where Deke, Gator, Reva, Raine and Iceman were sitting. He looked back to the table their women were sitting at. They were all content with holding the newest member of the family. “I think we all need to talk.” Sam told them. “Now would be good.”

  Everyone stood and followed Deke to his office.

  Sam grabbed Reva by the elbow and escorted her behind the rest of them. When Gator turned to close the door, he was surprised to see Reva with Sam. “What the hell?” he swore. “Sam, you know women aren’t allowed in here.”

  “I think this is an exception,” Sam replied as he pulled Reva in before closing the door behind him.

  Gator wrapped his arm around Reva’s shoulder and they all turned to Sam.

  “I just got a call from Hawkeye,” Sam announced. “He informed me Bulldog got out of prison this morning. He was met by Black Jack, Gambler and Judge. The club was represented as well. Razor, Beaner and Hyde escorted him to the clubhouse.”

  “What did Black Jack have to say?” Gator wanted to know.

  “I guess he told him he wasn’t welcome to come home until he could prove he could be trusted. He also told him that it wasn’t Reva who pressed charges against him. Black Jack and Molly, along with the club pressed the charges that sent Bulldog to prison.”

  Reva gasped.

  Sam swung his gaze to her and nodded.

  Gator’s arm tightened around her.

  Sam then confirmed this statement. “Yeah, I thought you were aware of what went down but I guess no one told you. When Bulldog got arrested, the club found out he was muling for the cartel. They came to us and demanded their money and drugs back. We didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. There was a reason we didn’t do business with them back then. It was a matter of honor, we had it, they didn’t. We didn’t know what Bulldog was doing until they were ready to declare war on us. You just confirmed their story. When we returned the money and the drugs, they left us alone but kept an eye on the
club for any little thing they could find to bring down their fury. We didn’t give them the chance.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Hawkeye took his colors and told him he couldn’t stay. He called to warn us Bulldog might be on his way down here.”

  “Oh god,” Reva whispered as she buried her face in Gator’s chest. “He’s coming here to kill me.”

  “He won’t come close to you.” Gator growled. “He’ll have to get through me first.”

  “Me too,” Deke told her.

  “And me,” Sam assured her.

  “Me as well,” Iceman added his protection. “This club protects its own and you are one of us.”

  “I don’t know the whole story but I’m part of this club too. If they’ll stand with you, so will I,” Mountain assured her.

  “He won’t get near you,” Raine assured her. “Hell if he’s smart, he won’t come anywhere near here.”

  “But we all know Bulldog was never a smart man,” Deke stated. “Today, he lost everything that he thought he could count on. He isn’t going to just walk away from that.”

  “Yeah, he’s gonna be pissed,” Raine admitted.

  “Oh, I think that mother fucker is beyond pissed.” Gator swore. “He’ll come here for revenge but he isn’t going to get it. He might get another bullet though.”

  “Hawkeye also passed on a message. He told me the cartel was watching for him as well. And that is never good news.”

  “I wonder what they want after all these years,” Deke queried.

  Reva began to tremble.

  Gator looked down at her with a frown. “What do you know that we don’t?” he asked. “Does this have something to do with the cartel?”

  Reva stepped away and nodded. Wrapping her arms around her waist, her eyes glazed over as she remembered her past. “When Bulldog first started running the damn drugs he skimmed off the top of the returns. He said they would never miss the money. But instead of keeping it in cash, he bought diamonds with it. He did this for about a year and he had a pile of the stones. They were worth a small fortune. He made me hide them in case he ever needed them. I didn’t tell anyone about the diamonds because he promised he would kill me if I did. When Sam and Hawkeye came to me about the money and the drugs I forgot about the diamonds. I was just so scared of Bulldog I never gave the diamonds a thought. I did tell them where the rest of the money was though.” She looked over at Sam. “I’m so sorry. I just forgot.”