Chapter 3
Snake
Church was called, and everyone was eager for the information Fox, and I had. We both pulled up to the mechanic's shop where Mac and everyone else would be waiting, and I saw Talon kiss my sister. My fists tightened around the handlebars of my bike while the two of them got hot and heavy, and I could see Fox grinning at me from the corner of my eye. I was happy the two of them were happy, but that didn’t mean I had to enjoy the sight of them kissing. That didn’t mean they had to flaunt their shit out in the open for everyone to see.
Didn’t the two of them know that the fuck a bedroom was?
I felt my entire body tighten as I threw my leg over my bike.
“Get a room!” Fox called out.
The two of them stopped kissing, and Gemma giggled before she blushed.
I watched Talon kiss her forehead before she waved at me. She made her way back to the lodge, and I stood there and watched, making sure she made it back safely. Talon was watching her as well, and I felt a sense of replacement crawl over my skin. I was the one who looked after my sister. I was the one person that had been important in her life.
Until Talon happened.
After church, I needed to blow off some steam. I needed a woman to lose myself in tonight. The tension was clenching my muscles, and I felt my fingers cramping with how tight I was clenching them. I knew a good fuck from a woman who jiggled against me all night would do me some good. I knew that a woman painting me in her makeup while she choked on my cock would erase the bullshit I just saw take place.
To me, Gemma would always be that pigtailed little girl in the tree reading a fucking book until the sunset over the damn trees.
“What the fuck did you see?” Mac asked as we walked in.
“Damn. Can’t even sit down for this?” I asked.
“The compound was quiet,” Fox said. “I mean, some members were coming and going… you know, casing and shit. But there was nothing to hold up the chatter you heard.”
“Nothing at all?”
“Nope,” I said. “Not a fucking thing.”
“Then why the hell did you call church?” Mac asked.
“Because there was a damn DEA scoping them out,” I said.
“What?” Hawk asked.
“You heard me. And that motherfucker was parked in the woods. Sitting there without their fucking lights on. They were hidden so well I almost didn’t fucking see them.”
“Did they see you?” Talon asked.
“The fuck kind of question is that?” I asked.
“A decent one. Did they see you?” Mac asked.
“No. No one did,” I said. “But if they’re casing the Saints like that, then they’re still casing us.”
“I haven’t seen anything,” Hawk said.
“And I haven’t seen them on our usual routes,” Talon said.
“Did you not hear me? This fucker was in the damn woods,” I said.
“We heard you,” Mac said.
“What the fuck is up with this bullshit? How the hell did we pull off this shit with the truck and the drugs and have the DEA land in our laps like this anyway?” Hawk asked.
“It’s an interesting question. Why don’t you ask Mac?” I asked.
“Yes, all this shit has gone sideways. But if you remember, Hawk, we did all this shit to dig Syd out of all the trouble she’d found herself in,” Mac said.
“Oh, so this is Syd’s fault. You gonna blame this shit on Emery, too?” Hawk asked.
“No one’s gonna blame your daughter for things,” Fox said.
“Well, I don’t hear any of you coming to Syd’s defense!” Hawk growled.
“Because Mac’s not wrong,” Talon said. “Syd coming into town is what got the DEA in town in the first place. And you know all the government needs is probable cause to-”
“Fuck probable cause!” Hawk exclaimed. “We followed you into the trenches, Mac. We pulled off putting a truck full of fucking drugs out front of the Saint’s compound to get the DEA off the Iron Souls and Syd and put them onto the scent of the Saints. Who are prostituting women and killing off their own fucking crew members? How the fuck did this spiral against us!?”
“I didn’t think the DEA would fucking case every damn road from here all the way down to fucking Mexico. I figured they would take the win, especially with the shit job they did with the Iron Souls, and run for the hills,” Mac said.
“So… what?” Hawk asked as he stood up and walked towards Mac. “We just sit back, cram ourselves into the lodge, and hope for the fucking best? You think Beast gives a shit about the DEA? He’s fucking lost his damn mind, and we’re sitting fucking ducks!”
“Enough!” Mac roared. “That’s enough, Hawk.”
We all fell silent as Hawk’s chest panted with fury.
“We’re all stressed, and it’s a tight cram, I get it. And I’m trying to fix this while I keep everyone safe. It’s spiraling, and we just have to stay out of the eye of the storm.”
“How can you stay out of the shit you caused?” I asked.
It was a question that halted the entire room into fucking silence. But it had to be fucking said. It was Mac’s call to set up the Saints.
“We can all agree our two biggest issues are The Devil Saints and the DEA. Right?” Mac asked.
We all nodded as we watched our president gather his thoughts. But then, Talon opened his mouth.
“Who the hell are we supposed to take care of first?”
And again, the entire room was dead fucking silent.
“Talon, can you hack the DEA again without getting caught?” Mac asked.
“That’s risky as fuck,” I said. “You don’t have to be a tech genius to know that.”
“Snake’s right,” Talon said. “But I can try and see if there’s anything new. Anything to give us a head’s up as to where their heads are at.”
“Good. Snake and Fox, I need you guys to stay with the DEA. If you see any of those unmarked black sedans, you follow them to the ends of the earth. See if you can find out anything by following them. Keep a low profile and for fuck’s sake, don’t get caught,” Mac said.
“We’ll start tomorrow,” I said.
“I don’t get caught,” Fox said.
“Don’t get cocky. Shit goes sideways when people get cocky,” Hawk said.
“Hawk, you’re in charge of keeping people in the lodge calm. You’re better with those scenarios. Like your father was,” Mac said.
“I’ll do my best. Once I can get over my own shit,” Hawk said.
“I’ll try to tap into my other sources and see if anyone else has heard anything else,” Mac said.
“That all?” I asked.
“That’s all. Church is over,” Mac said.
I couldn’t get out of that damn mechanics shop fast enough. The stress was boiling my veins, and I could feel my heart slamming in my ears. I needed to wet my cock with the juicy pussy of a woman with shit self-esteem and makeup as thick as her thighs.
“Wanna ride tonight?” Fox asked.
“I said I’ll start tomorrow,” I said. “Right now, I’m headed to the bar. I need a drink.”
“Want some company?” Fox asked.
“Nope,” I said.
“Well, be careful. Keep your eyes peeled.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” I said.
I hopped onto my bike and rode into town, leaving all this bullshit in the background. All this shit my sister was caught up in was rattling me to my bones. Every move I made and all the times I kept my distance while she was in college was to protect her from all this. I shunned her and Talon’s shit when they were younger because I didn’t want her caught up in this mess. She’d endured enough living with the parents we did. She was the intelligent one. She was the good one. She was the one that was supposed to get out of this bullshit town and make something of herself.
She wasn’t supposed to come back and hop right onto Talon’s cock.
The thought alone made me sick. I needed a few beers to relax me and a soft body to grind my chest against. I needed a woman who wanted my face buried in her large tits who didn’t mind me slipping a hand down her shorts in public. Every single time I woke up in that damn lodge, I was reminded of the fact that Gemma was there. I was reminded of the fact that her eyes had officially been opened to the grisly life I led with The Road Rebels. I was reminded of how hard her life would be now that she’d chosen some fuck up like Talon, and I was reminded of the bloodshed she saw when Beast gunned down his own damn wife in front of our mechanics shop.
I was reminded of how unphased she seemed by all of it when she saw Talon holding Calista’s lifeless body in his arms.
And then, all that shit just reminded me of the horrors she saw growing up. The fights I couldn’t shield her from and the crackling beer bottles that rained down on her smooth skin. The death she experienced at the hands of two toxic individuals that didn’t even try to do their best when it came to us.
All of it reminded me of the shit protector I really was versus the protector I had tried to be.
I needed every single fucking trick a woman could throw at me tonight, especially with the thoughts that were running through my head. The thoughts that plagued me at night. The dreams I wished were realities, and the realities I wished were nothing but nightmares.
I needed a woman to take me away from what I knew was coming. The war that was on the brink of wiping us all of the face of this planet.
The war was closer than we all thought.
I could feel its presence prickling the back of my neck.