Satan’s Fury MC - Memphis

by Wilder, L.

  “Kenadee was working the graveyard shift last night at the hospital. Things were trucking along like usual when all hell broke loose.” Kenadee was a triage nurse at the Regional Hospital ER. She was great at her job, even helped us out when we were in a tight spot, but she hadn’t chosen the safest environment to work. That particular ER was known for having a constant stream of gunshot victims, drug overdoses, and worse, but Kenadee felt like she was making a difference by working there. Blaze glanced over at her with a concerned expression as he said, “A kid with several gunshot wounds came in around three this morning.”

  “He was in pretty rough shape when he got there,” Kenadee added. “I knew from the minute I saw his stats that there was a good chance we’d lose him.”

  It was clear to see that Kenadee was upset about the kid. I could hear the anguish in her voice, but it wasn’t like this was the first time she’d had a patient in bad shape. It was Memphis, after all. “I’m sorry to hear about this kid getting shot and all, but I’m not seeing how any of this is a problem for us.”

  “We’re getting to that,” Blaze told me. “Kenadee was the lead nurse that night. It was her job to assess the situation and determine what medical needs he might have. He obviously needed emergency surgery, but they had to stabilize him before that could happen.”

  “Yeah?”

  “He’d lost a lot of blood, and his blood pressure was dropping by the second.” Kenadee sighed before continuing, “We were doing what we could to get him prepped for surgery when his father came in. He was a scary dude, covered from head to toe with gang tattoos, and he was freaking out over his son being shot. Screaming and throwing stuff around. He was completely losing it.”

  “I’m guessing that didn’t help matters.”

  “No. Not at all. I’d never seen anything like it.” Kenadee ran her fingers through her hair and continued, “I was trying to settle the guy down when his son flatlined. We called in the crash cart and did everything we could to bring him back, but it was too late. He was already gone.”

  “Sounds like you did everything possible to save the kid.”

  “We did, but his father didn’t see it that way. He started screaming that we’d done it on purpose, that we’d just let him die because we didn’t think he was worth saving, and there was nothing we could say to convince him otherwise. We finally had to call security, and that’s when things went from bad to worse.”

  “What happened?”

  “The guy started making all these threats, saying that I was a murderer and he was going to make me pay for killing his boy. He said he was going to make me wish I was the one who’d died on that table.”

  “I know this kind of shit happens,” Blaze added. “People get upset and say shit they don’t mean, but we’re talking about Keshawn Lewis, the leader of the Inner Disciples. This guy is no joke.”

  “Fuck.” I reached into my front pocket and took out my pack of cigarettes. After I lit one, I took a long drag, then said, “I don’t want us to go buying trouble over this. You were right. People say shit when they’re upset. Hopefully, when this guy settles down, he’ll see that he was wrong to blame Kenadee.”

  “And if he doesn’t settle down?”

  “Then, he’ll have to deal with us.” I looked over to Blaze as I said, “I’ve got no idea what this guy will do, so we need to play it safe. I want someone with Kenadee at all times, even when she’s at work.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Y’all will need to stay at the clubhouse until this blows over. You’ll be safer there than anywhere,” I ordered.

  “We’ll get Kevin and head over there now,” Blaze replied. “Thanks, Gus. I appreciate your help with this.”

  “That’s what family’s for, brother.” When they turned to leave, I called out to him, “I’ll be over there later to check in with you.”

  “Sounds good. See you then.”

  After they’d gotten on Blaze’s Harley, they both waved, and moments later, they were pulling out of the drive. Once they were gone, Gunner looked over to me and said, “You think this guy will really go after Kenadee?”

  “Hell if I know. People do some fucked-up stuff when tragedy hits.” I inhaled a deep breath. “Hoping this asshole will come to his senses and not do anything stupid.”

  “The Disciples are no joke,” Gunner replied with concern. “Going head to head with them will come at a cost.”

  “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  Samantha stuck her head out the front door and asked, “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, everything’s fine, or at least it will be,” I answered. “Is Harper all packed up?”

  “Yes. August is getting her now.”

  Moments later, August came to the door carrying Harper. “Thank you both again for letting her stay with you.”

  Gunner took Harper’s bag from August’s hand as he said, “We owe you one.”

  “Don’t be silly. We loved having her,” Samantha fussed. “Now, you three go get settled. If you need any help, just give us a shout.”

  “Will do.”

  August gave us both a quick hug, then she and Gunner took Harper over to the SUV. They were about to put her inside when Harper stopped them. August put her down and she rushed over to me. I knelt down beside her and asked, “Did you forget something?”

  Without answering, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. My heart swelled as I hugged her back. Damn. Never thought a kid could get to me the way she did. She held on to me for several moments, then waved as she rushed back over to the SUV with August and Gunner. “Bye!”

  “Bye, kiddo.”

  Samantha and I stood on the front porch and watched as they pulled out of the driveway. Once they were gone, Samantha slipped her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder. “You’re really something, Augustus Tanner.”

  “You think so?”

  “I do.” She inched closer as she said, “And if you didn’t know it already, I happen to love you a lot.”

  “You do?” I teased.

  “Yes. Very much so.”

  “Enough to marry me?” I asked.

  Her eyes widened as she looked up at me and asked, “What?”

  “Do you love me enough to marry me?” She didn’t respond. Instead, she just stood there staring at me with a stunned expression on her face. So fucking beautiful. I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a diamond engagement ring. I’d been carrying it around for days, hoping the right moment would come along for me to ask her to marry me. While the timing might not have been perfect, I couldn’t stand to wait a second longer. “It’s a yes or no question, Samantha.”

  Tears started to fill her eyes as she stared at it and nodded. “Yes. My answer is yes.”

  “I love you, Samantha. Always have. Always will.”

  I slipped the ring on her finger, then reached for her, pulling her close as I lowered my mouth to hers. As I stood there kissing her, I thought back to all those years I spent wishing she would find her way back to me. Now that I had her back, there was no way in hell I was ever letting her go. Samantha was mine. Now and forever.

  I released her from our embrace, then looked down at her and said, “You sure you wanna get hitched to an old biker like me?”

  “Not a doubt in my mind.” She looked up at me with a bright smile as she said, “You’ve just made me a very happy lady.”

  “Happy enough to make your ol’ man some grub?”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  I ran my hand over my stomach as I continued, “I could sure go for some of that fried chicken you used to make.”

  “Yeah, I might be able to manage that.”

  My mouth started to water as I asked, “And some mashed potatoes … and some of those homemade biscuits?”

  She nodded. “Sure.”

  As we started inside the house, I asked, “Hey, how about an apple pie for dessert?”

  “Okay, I can m
ake an apple pie, too.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Samantha was about to walk into the kitchen when she stopped and looked over to me. “So, what are you going to be doing while I’m fixing dinner?”

  “I’m going to be helping you, of course.”

  Her lips curled into smile as she said, “You’re one of the good ones, Gus Tanner.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far.” I gave her a quick slap on the ass as I walked by her and into the kitchen. “I’m helping so we can get to eatin’ faster, cause the sooner we eat, the sooner I get my woman in my bed.”

  “I like your way of thinking.”

  Just as I’d promised, I helped Samantha make dinner, and once we were done eating, we let our food settle by watching a little TV. When our movie was over, I carried her to bed and spent the night making love to her. As the days and weeks went by, Samantha and I settled into a familiar routine. We’d wake up together and make love, we’d take turns making breakfast, and then, I would head to the club. Samantha stayed busy with Harper or volunteering at one of the local elementary school. Sometimes, I was able to sneak home and enjoy my woman in the middle of the day. Those were the best days of all. Summer came and went, and when fall finally arrived, I took Samantha away for a weekend. I was ready to make it official, so I made arrangements for us to get married. I’d considered having it be just the two of us, but the more I thought about it, I realized it just wouldn’t have been the same without August, Harper, and Gunner being there. As I’d hoped, they agreed to come, and the day couldn’t have been more perfect. As we stood there sharing our vows, I found myself thinking about the fateful day when she left. Back then, I never would’ve imagined that my life would turn out like this, but time has a way of coming full circle. I was right where I wanted to be with the only person I ever wanted to be with.

  EPILOGUE

  Two Years Later

  “Hey, Samantha!” I yelled from the bedroom. I knew she was busy. We were supposed to be leaving for the clubhouse in a few minutes and she was trying to finish getting ready, but that didn’t stop me from asking, “Can you come here for a second? I need your help with something.”

  I could hear her scurrying around the bathroom as she asked, “Help with what?”

  “I’ve got a problem here, and I was hoping you could help me out with it.”

  “Can it wait a second? I’m almost done getting ready.”

  “I don’t know.” I tried to bite back my smile as I said, “I don’t think this problem can wait.”

  “Okay, I’m coming.” I was standing at the foot of the bed with a smile on my face and my jeans down around my ankles. The second she stepped into the room, her eyes dropped to my hand as I stroked my hard cock. A spark of hunger flashed through her eyes as she started towards me. “Whoa, that looks like a pretty big problem you’ve got there.”

  “It is.” I nodded with a smirk. “Not real sure what to do about it.”

  “Maybe I can help you out.”

  She took a deep, shuddering breath as the palms of her hands roamed over my bare chest and down towards my abdomen. An appraising look crossed her face as she slowly dropped to her knees. I inhaled a deep breath when I felt her warm hand replace my own. I could feel the heat of her breath against my bare skin as she slowly moved her hand up and down my hard, thick shaft. I was relishing in the sensation when I felt her tongue brush against the tip. My head fell back as she took me into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth and the swirl of her tongue across the tip of my cock made me throb with need.

  “Fuck!” She looked up at me with hunger in her eyes as my hands dove into her hair, gripping tightly at the nape of her neck. Her fingers tightened around me as she continued to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. She took me in deep, greedy and needful, and every muscle in my body grew tense. Every flick of her tongue, every twist of her hand, every suck brought me closer to the edge. I wanted to savor the moment, enjoy every second of having my cock buried deep in her mouth, but my dick had other plans. “Fuck, woman. I love your mouth, but I need to be inside you. Now!”

  Her eyes never left mine as she loosened her grip on my cock and slowly stood up before me. My hands dropped to her waist as I reached for the hem of her t-shirt, carefully pulling it over her head. Pretending to care, she whispered, “You know we’re going to be late.”

  “I’m the president, Samantha. No one’s going to say a damn word about me being late,” I told her as I unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. After I tossed it to the floor, I lowered my mouth to her breasts as I captured one of her nipples in my mouth. A soft whimper filled the room as I ran the tip of my tongue across her sensitive flesh. While I tormented her with my mouth, her hands drifted down to the button of her jeans. Once she had them undone, she quickly lowered them and her lacy panties to the floor and kicked them to the side. She stood there completely bare and beautiful, making my cock throb with anticipation. When I couldn’t wait a moment longer, I growled, “Get on the bed.”

  My voice was deeper, more demanding than I’d intended, but from the look in her eye, I could tell she liked it. She slowly stepped over to the edge of the bed and lowered herself onto the mattress. With her hair draped across her shoulder, she looked absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I whispered, “Mine. All mine.”

  “Yes. I’m all yours,” she panted as I settled between her legs. With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. She felt so fucking good. I wanted to savor the sensation, but I couldn’t hold back. I took her hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before her orgasm started to take hold. When I felt her clamp down around my cock, I drove into her again and again with a relentless pace. Her nails raked against my back as she screamed out my name, “Gus!”

  That’s all it took. With one last hard thrust, I found my release, and I came deep inside her. After several seconds, I lowered myself onto the bed next to her with a satisfied smile on my face. Samantha rolled towards me and said, “Looks like your problem is solved.”

  “Yes, it is. Thanks to you.”

  She gave me a quick kiss, then quickly crawled off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. “We’re so late.”

  “I already told you, no one is going to say a word.”

  “That’s not the point,” Samantha argued. “Now, hurry up and get ready.”

  After taking a quick shower, we both got dressed and headed over to the clubhouse. By the time we arrived, everyone was already gathered in the family room. As soon as Blaze spotted us in the doorway, he looked down at his watch and teased, “Hey, Prez. Good to see you finally made it. We were beginning to think you forgot about us.”

  “Um-hmm. I’m sure you did.”

  Unable to resist, Riggs poked, “It’s okay, Prez. We understand if you had more important places to be.”

  “You know better than that, Riggs.” I glanced around the room at all the brothers as I said, “You all do.”

  “Yeah, we know,” Blaze replied. “But it’s not often that we have a reason to give you a hard time.”

  “Why don’t you boys get your president and his woman a drink. It is my birthday after all.”

  “You got it.”

  When Blaze went to grab us a couple of beers, I looked over to Samantha. Her eyebrow was cocked high, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Yes. You were right.”

  “I didn’t say a word,” she snickered.

  “You didn’t have to.”

  Once Blaze gave us our beers, we took a few minutes to say our hellos, then Samantha went over to help the girls get dinner ready. We were just about to sit down to eat, when August and Gunner came over to me. They were expecting their first child in a few months, and August had never looked more beautiful. She was practically beaming as she handed me an envelope and said, “We have something we want to share with you.”

  “What is it?”

  “Open it and see.” I tore the envelope open
and found a picture of the baby’s ultrasound inside. As I looked down at it, August pointed down at the bottom of the picture and said, “We’re having a boy.”

  “Well, how about that. I’m going to have a grandson.”

  Gunner looked over to me and said, “We’ve decided to name him Tanner. That way, your family name will carry on with him.”

  I had so much I wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come. I was too overcome with emotion. I could only stand there and stare at the picture of my soon-to-be grandson. After several moments, August reached over and hugged me. As she held me tight, she whispered, “You mean so much to both of us. Probably more than you realize.”

  As I hugged her back, I replied, “Thank you. This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten.”

  I was still hugging August when I felt a tug on my jeans. I released August, and when I looked down, I found Harper staring back up at me. As I knelt down and picked her up, she smiled and said, “Gammy said it’s time to eat.”

  “Well, I guess we better get over there then.”

  Gunner and August followed us over to the table, and once we sat down, everyone got busy making their plates. As I sat back and looked out at my family, I thought back to the days I started building Memphis chapter. I wasn’t just organizing another club. I was assembling a family, one that wasn’t defined simply by names or blood. I was choosing men who would value the brotherhood, committing their lives to one another and always remaining loyal, even when it wasn’t easy to do so. It wasn’t a simple task. There were days when I thought I would surely fail, but as I sat there looking at these men I called brother, I knew without a doubt I had succeeded. We were family, through and through, and I took pride in the fact that even after I was dead and gone, the Satan’s Fury legacy would still carry on without me. I had done my job, and I had done it well.

  The End

  RIDER

  Satan’s Fury MC – Memphis

  L Wilder

  PROLOGUE