All For You (Snakes Henchmen MC Book 2)

by Alivia Grayson

  When I was eleven, my mother and Shepard began their relationship. My mother had fallen for Shepard long before he fell for her, but she never said anything, she waited for him to realize how much he wanted her.

  It wasn't long before he finally branded her as his old lady. They were soon married and we were a family. Wasn't long before he told me that he loved me as though I was his real daughter, and how I could call him daddy if I wanted to. I did, and I have every day since. It's been fourteen years and they're still together.

  That's how I met Hammer, through my dad. My parents were best friend's with his, right up until his were killed, murdered by a rival gang. Like I said, he and his brother came to live with us for a while. Twelve years ago and I'm still wondering if my childhood fantasies about him claiming me could ever come true, even though I know they won't.

  It's wrong for me to even think like that when I'm engaged to someone else. But it's hard to let go of the childish fantasies.

  Pathetic, right?

  He'll never be mine. Hell, I don't think he'll ever be anybody's again. Not after losing the woman he loved the way he did. My best friend.

  I sometimes wonder what was going through his mind when he saved me that day. What the hell must he have been thinking when he saw me in that room? When those monsters kidnapped me, not only did they beat me almost to a pulp, they cut my throat. How did I survive that?

  Hold up, I'll get to that part.

  Satan's Barbers. The MC who took me, whom the Snakes Henchmen had trouble with in the past, wanted Shepard to admit killing their Prez. Shepard wouldn't admit to it because it wasn't true. That fucked up MC just wanted to make a name for themselves. Just like other MC's before them.

  The Snakes Henchmen are the biggest MC in Tennessee, the mother charter for Snakes everywhere. And the assholes from the Satan's Barbers wanted some of the glory and respect that would never belong to them. But causing a war with an MC like the Snakes is like signing your own death warrant with a fate worse than the grim reaper.

  Those assholes kept me in a dark, dank room with a camera set up to record every vile thing they did to me. Each time they hurt me, they'd scream how I needed to tell my father that he needed to come to their clubhouse and admit in person what he'd done, maybe then they'd let me live, but my daddy was a dead man.

  The idiot in charge, Crack, wouldn't listen to me when I told him and his enforcer again and again that Shepard wasn't my biological father. I thought if they knew, they'd let me go. I stupidly thought they'd have no use for me. Crack told me they didn't give two shits if I was his actual daughter, stepdaughter, even adopted, a daughter is a daughter, and even they knew Shepard would kill or die for anyone of us, me, Nova, or even Sophie, our baby sister.

  I couldn't even argue with that because I knew it was the truth. In all honesty, I'd been calling Shepard dad for so long, he didn't feel like a stepfather to me. In my heart, he'd been the only father I'd ever known, the only one I ever wanted.

  Anyway, I'd been in that place for days when Crack walked in with Baker, his VP, and half of their club members, around six or seven of them. The camera was rolling and Crack told me that my daddy could see and hear everything and how he was going to watch me die right then and there.

  I was past the point of fear.

  They'd hurt me in so many ways that I let go of fear a while before. I knew from the first moment they threw me in that place that I was going to die. I was terrified at first, who the hell wouldn't be? I may have grown up around bikers but that didn't mean all bikers were like the Snakes. In fact, Satan's Barbers were the opposite. They were vile pigs who didn't care what they did to anyone.

  Crack screamed orders into the camera, telling Shepard that this was his last chance. I had no idea what was going on with my dad and the guys back there, but no one came for me, I heard not one thing from any of them. But I knew if he came they'd kill him. I screamed as loud as I could, telling Shepard not to give in to those monsters. That they were going to kill me regardless. I only hoped he'd hear me.

  It wasn't but a few seconds before Crack smacked me across the face so hard it knocked me out.

  When I came around, I was disorientated. I couldn't focus on anything, but I could hear Shepard's voice. It sounded like it was coming through some kind of speaker. I heard him telling those assholes that if they laid one more hand on me, he'd tear them and their club limb from limb. I couldn't make sense of anything inside my head. It all seemed like a dream.

  Then Crack grabbed the front of my hair and pulled my head back. He gave Shepard one more chance to do as he was told before they killed me. Crack whispered in my ear, “Looks like daddy doesn't care what happens to your sorry ass, after all, bitch.” He cut the ropes that bound me to the chair. Then I felt it, his knife against my throat as he dragged me from my seat.

  Everything happened so fast. A blasting sound, wood, and brick falling, dust kicking up, people running, shouting, guns firing. Yet still, the only thing I really remember is the feeling of that cold hard blade against the soft skin of my throat.

  My eyes locked with Hammer's. He was right there with the rest of his crew. How they'd found me, I have no clue. But I watched in slow motion as he ran toward me. I remember the way his face contorted in anger, the furious determination in his eyes to get to me before Crack pulled that blade across my throat, ending my life for good.

  I remember the way Hammer's body moved as he ran, the way his cut shifted slightly with his body. I remember suddenly feeling very calm. I blinked and smiled slowly at Hammer. His spoke, but I could hear nothing. Not even the noise of all those men fighting to the death for their clubs and the brothers within them.

  I saw the very second the bullet left Hammer's gun. I saw it whizzing through the air, twisting, and curving. Then it hit Crack right between the eyes.

  I'm safe now, I thought.

  Little did I know, at that moment, on his way down, Crack's knife cut me right across the throat as his hand slipped away from me. His knife was beyond sharp and I felt everything. Then Hammer's hand was wrapped around my throat, holding tightly, while his other hand clasped the back of my head as I fell to the ground choking.

  “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Don't you dare fuckin' close them.” There was urgency in his voice, a fear I'd never known. The way he looked at me, it was more than just a scared friend, more than a brother.

  “Jesus fucking Christ! Jett!” He screamed for my brother, his VP. I was losing consciousness. No matter how hard I fought the darkness, it seemed to be enveloping me, taking me under.

  Hammer wouldn't allow me to close my eyes. Even when Jett came rushing over, yelling about how they needed to get me to their doctor – a man who patches them up after a battle – Hammer never let go of my throat, even though I knew my blood must have been gushing between his fingers. He was trying to slow the bleeding enough to give me a slim chance at living.

  “Stay awake, baby. Please.” He kissed my head, but I couldn't breathe, I was choking on my own blood.

  “Let... Me. Go.” I gasped out.

  I just wanted to go to sleep. I needed to sleep. My eyes were so heavy. I was growing colder and I couldn't hang on as much as I tried. I hoped Crack hadn't torn my jugular when he cut my throat. If he had, I imagined I would have died instantly the way Cindy did. But he must have done something that caused me enough damage to kill me slowly, even if I was bleeding fast. I could feel it seeping through the gap in my neck and from my mouth.

  “I will never let go.” Hammer hissed with conviction. “I won't lose you as well!”

  In my mind, right then, I took that as he needed me to survive. He didn't want to watch me die the way Cindy had almost two years ago. Her throat had been cut. Ironic huh? She died instantly. I guess she was lucky. That she died instantly, not that she had her throat cut.

  I could feel the tears falling around my temples, tears of pain, sadness, fear. I didn't want to die, but I didn't see how I could live.

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��I can't lose you too, Will. Fight, baby. Please fight.” His words faded. I just couldn't stay awake.

  Three days later, I woke up in bed, machines all around me, tubes in my chest, and stitches in my neck. I was told I was extremely lucky that I hadn't needed a tracheostomy. I was even luckier to be alive.

  My mom and dad were there when I woke up. I couldn't speak, I was advised not to even try for at least a week for fear of damaging my throat, but I listened as my dad told me how proud he was of me. How proud everybody was of me.

  I couldn't understand how I was alive. I tried to speak to ask them how, my mother told me not to, that I'd been warned it could damage my throat. But I was frustrated.

  That's when I noticed Jett standing at the bottom of my bed. He told me how Crack had slit my throat, but because he was dead before he hit the ground there wasn't enough pressure in his hand to cut deep enough to kill me instantly, he'd torn a couple nerves, veins, and muscles in my throat, but he'd missed the jugular. Luckily, the doctor said that I would heal in time.

  Jett also told me that if it wasn't for Hammer and the way he held my throat to stem the flow of blood, I would most definitely have bled out slowly and died. He didn't let go of my throat until they got me to their safe house infirmary where Dr. Davis managed to save my life.

  I don't know what God has planned for me, but there must be a reason he saved me that day. A reason he gave Hammer the strength to keep me alive.

  I will forever bear the scars of that day, both inside and out. I will forever love the man who saved me from death. I just wish he would stop blaming himself for what happened. He took the shot and killed the man who would have no doubt killed me. Yes, I got hurt, but I survived thanks to him.

  He's spoken to me once since that day four months ago. He came to my house where I was taken right after I was stable enough to leave the infirmary and told me how sorry he was for what happened. I still couldn't speak at the time, so I just listened. Then he told me how he'd never let anything happen to me ever again, but he won't come anywhere near me either.

  He thought I was asleep when he told me that part. I wasn't. My eyes might have been closed, but I could hear every word. I just didn't have the strength to even try and make him stay with me.

  He hasn't come near me since that day. Not once. With his brother and my sister's wedding coming up in the next couple weeks, him avoiding me is making things very awkward.

  I said he was a friend, I didn't say he wanted anything to do with me.

  Take right now for instance. We're all at the clubhouse. Bikers, old ladies, and whores alike. All here on Shepard's orders. He's throwing a huge party for his daughter and her soon-to-be husband. An early celebration for their up and coming wedding next week.

  The party is crazy as always. People getting drunk, dancing, having fun. No fighting is allowed among friends and family, not tonight. This is Nova and Tank's night, no one can it.

  A lot of the guys without old ladies are groping the club whores, as usual, grinding against them like horny teenagers. Not that any of them mind, half of them would do anything to be someone's old lady.

  Crazy women. They'll never be anyone's old lady, these men don't claim whores as their own. It's up to the girls if they want to sleep around with all of these men. No one judges them, no one really has the right. But if they had a brain they'd realize that sleeping with almost every man here, all they will ever be is a whore.

  Nova has been trying to get Shepard to ban them from the club indefinitely. She hates that they're around when some of the guys have kids. She believes that the men without women should go to the strip club the Snakes own and get their rocks off there. I kind of agree. Especially now the club is growing, and the new generation is building.

  Shepard won't do that though, but he has sworn that no club whores will be allowed to family functions from now on, this one not included. He said he can't get the unattached men to agree to it, and why should they? Yes, he's president but that doesn't mean he can just change the way things have been where women are concerned without causing an uproar with the men.

  I personally don't care either way. I don't really care about anything these men do. They can fuck themselves to death for all I give a shit.

  Hammer is here, of course. But he's ignored me all evening, not that I expected anything less.

  My boyfriend, Jordan, or Trace as the brothers have taken to calling him, is here. He's a prospect with the club, soon to be patched in. I'm his old lady although not branded with his mark. Nor will I ever brand myself as his.

  Not like my sister, she branded herself with Tank's mark just days into their relationship.

  What has stopped me? I'm not sure Jordan is my forever. We're friends, good friends, but I don't think we should ever have been lovers. Friends to lovers, since when, did that actually work for anyone? He hasn't spent much time with me this evening. And now I know why.

  I've been watching him, he's in one of the bedrooms that doesn't belong to him, balls deep inside of one of the club whores. Twinkle. I don't want to watch them fucking, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. He's never taken me the way he is her. He's never kissed me with such passion. Never touched me like he'd die if he didn't.

  Am I below a club whore now?

  How could he do this to me?

  Am I so hideous that he needs to fuck another woman?

  Okay, I haven't been the best girlfriend these past few months. We haven't slept together since a few days before I was kidnapped and tortured. But did that make me a bad person? Did it make me so bad because I was too sick to sleep with my fiancé?

  Why couldn't he have been more considerate toward me?

  Why didn't he love me enough to be there for me like he promised?

  Why didn't he just end things with me months ago?

  It was heading that way, we both knew it. But now I know he only stayed with me because of what happened. He pitied me and felt like he couldn't leave me.

  Pathetic!

  Watching him fuck her hard against the wall it finally hits me that he's been pulling away from me for a long time. Long before I was kidnapped. Longer than I first realized. We've both been pulling away from each other. I should have seen this coming long ago. The cheating, I mean. He's done it before when we first got together. Once a cheat always a cheat, so my mother once told me.

  And I can't be sure Trace hasn't done this kind of thing more than once before now. Club whores. I bet he's been having his fill with them all these months I haven't been with him. He must have a death wish to be fucking a club whore with my father and brother in the next room, though.

  Piece of shit!

  “Oh god, Trace.” The whore calls out his road name as he bucks into her. Vile pig didn't even pull his jeans all the way down.

  When did my best friend turn into this man?

  Jordan was always so kind and considerate when we first got together. Sure, he slept with someone else right away, but I was the one who chose to forgive him, so that's on me. But I honestly thought he loved me.

  I guess he loves me as a friend and not a girlfriend.

  I just wish he could have told me long ago that he didn't want this. That he didn't want me.

  But then I could have told him the same thing.

  “That's it, baby, take it all.” Baby?

  Jesus Christ, I can't watch this anymore. I turn and run as fast as I can. I push past people on my way to the balcony out back. I need some air. I need to scream and cry and beat something!

  I hate you right now, Jordan Raina!

  Chapter Two

  Hammer

  Drink and plenty of pussy, what more could a man ask for?

  To be left alone, maybe?

  This used to be my thing once upon a time. I'd drink and fuck with the best of them. I'm a biker, fucking and fighting is what we do. I had no commitments to anyone other than myself and the club. So why the hell shouldn't I have some fun with beautiful
women?

  I did until I met Cindy. She was everything a man could wish for. The most beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl I'd ever seen.

  I'd known her a week before I made her my old lady.

  Two months before I asked her to be my wife.

  Four months before I lost her.

  I died with her that day.

  Every part of me died.

  Cindy was killed by a rival club. Her throat slit live on camera. I watched the whole thing, unable to do a damn thing about it because I was so fucking far away from her. I made those motherfuckers pay for what they did to her, and I didn't stop until every last one was dead.

  Shepard had forbidden me from doing anything in revenge. Told me that it was club business and he'd deal with it. We'd deal with it together. We'd form a plan and make those cunts pay. I knew in my heart that he would, but I couldn't wait to make the fucker who actually killed her pay.

  That's why I sought outside help from The Exorcist. I had no idea back then that The Exorcist was, in fact, Nova, the Prez's daughter. I mean come on, who on earth would have believed that little slip of a woman was a fucking trained assassin?

  But she was damn good at her job and the cunt was dead within hours of me handing over the information she needed. Shepard knew I had something to do with it all. I thought he'd have me taken out back and beat the shit out of me by the brothers for my defiance. He didn't. He understood why I did what I did. No doubt he would have done the same thing. But he did make sure we killed every remaining motherfucker in that MC. Every last one of the fuckers. No one messes with this club and its brothers. No one.

  I laid my Cindy to rest and swore to her soul that I'd never love again. In my heart and mind, no one would ever compare to her. Not until I started looking at Willow in a different light. I didn't think it was possible for me to feel like this again.

  How could I feel those things for her?

  She was my friend, a damn good friend, my Cindy's best friend.

  But I felt myself falling for Willow. It scared me. I'd sworn myself off love. I never wanted another woman to suffer the way Cindy had because of me. That's why I stayed away from Willow, couldn't bring myself to be alone with her. I knew all it would take was one look from her and I'd make her mine. I couldn't risk it. Especially since she's engaged to Trace. I'm not the kind of man that goes after someone else's girl. I'd never stoop that low, no matter how much I wanted the girl.