Discovering Me (Breakneck #4) (9 page)

“What the fuck is goin’ on with you, Pipe. This fuckin’ behavior is not you!” I roar as I let loose of her arm to grant her freedom.

She stands tall, moves smack dab in front of me, and stands on her tiptoes. “You made me believe I was the only female you have ever let in! You fuckin’ lied to me! All along, you’ve had bitches like Lucy,” she yells and shoves at my chest with both palms. “I can’t even look at you. I feel betrayed. I told you things I haven’t told anyone else,” she sobs. “I thought we were real, our friendship was real, and it wasn’t.”

I’m stunned to silence as I gaze at her retreating body as she rushes into the live-in building. All of the things she has accused me of are false, and I don’t see why she sees the truth as lies. I’ve been nothing but honest with Piper, at all costs. The only thing I don’t share with her is club business, so why does she think I betrayed her? There is far more to it than Lucy being here.

“Piper—”

How the fuck do I fix something I don’t goddamn understand?

I hear the sound of a door open behind me, and I think maybe Piper has come back to chew me out, but here comes Lucy. As if her presence hasn’t caused enough fucking problems. Any other time, I would be more than happy to shoot the shit with Luce, but she has upset Piper.

“Everythin’ all right?” Lucy smiles at me.

Dammit, she is the one that got me into this mess with Piper, and she is the last person I want to discuss shit with.

“Lucy, go do somethin’ female. I can’t deal with your shit right now,” I growl and stalk off, leaving her with a disbelieving look on her face.

The Prez is throwing a ‘Welcome to the Master Chapter’ party before we get down to business, and I’m getting fucking drunk tonight before shit gets real. Fuck clear headspace. I want to forget for the night.

***

The Red Ladies are the life of the party as usual when they are here. Dizzy commands the room with her presence. The fact that she is one of the very few I have not fucked from the lady chapter astounds me. She is gorgeous. Anyone with eyes can see that, but my brother had her one too many times for my liking. Lucy and Salt are two of my main repeats. Salt, damn that girl can fuck, but Lucy is more passionate whereas Salt is straight hardcore, rough sex fucking. No connection with her. I’m always down for a good fuck, but with Salt, it is sex and only sex. I like a little emotion and feeling to my sexcapades. Meaningless isn’t something I enjoy.

“Sniper, what’s up, brother.” Rowdy slaps me on the back and snatches my bottle of whisky.

Rowdy is as his name says. He is the rowdiest motherfucker in the charter and he happens to be from our New Mexico chapter. He smells like ass, looks like ass, and his behavior is that of an asshole. His name should be ass. Straightforward fucking ass.

“Not much, Rowdy,” I slur. Maybe if I act too drunk he will go the hell away and bother someone else. I don’t want company. I am not sitting by my fucking self for the hell of it. I want to get wasted and fucking go to sleep without thinking. That is all I goddamn want. Is that so hard for some of these fuckers to understand?

“Not talkative, eh?” He chuckles.

Oh for the love of all my guns, go the fuck away!

“He’s moody today, Rowdy. Come visit with me.” Dizzy laughs. “I might spray ya down with my perfume, but I’ll be a friend for ya.”

Take the bait, dude, or I’m afraid I might put a bullet into your knee, brother.

Dizzy’s looks win him over and he walks away to go be with the lovely little black swan. I am able to save a bullet. Dizzy has always been pretty good at reading signals. She must have spotted my ‘I am gonna shoot him’ expression from across the room.

“Yo, you ain’t gonna give me a kiss, man?”

You got to be kidding me. Now I have to deal with Roger? I don’t fucking think so.

“Hey man, I got some shit I gotta do. Catch up later, yeah?” I trudge my way over to bar for another bottle before making my way to my room to drown and pass the hell out.

***

Chapter Eleven

Sniper

“All right, listen the fuck up,” my brother shouts and my hands fling up to cover my ears. I’m fucking hung-over and not ready to be on my bike all day to scout for Hispanics.

“Red Ladies, you’re here to help guard the compound with the older members of Breakneck. Got it?” he orders.

Great. Just what I need. Lucy around to stir up more shit for my friendship with Piper. Fanfucktastic.

I fucked myself by drinking too much, and even though I know it won’t screw up my game while we’re out looking for these fuckers, I will be a miserable fucking bastard to be around. Godspeed to my brothers left dealing with my ass.

“Got it, Prez.” Dizzy salutes.

The bitch isn’t in the military. The women of our charter are great, and any other day I would find that shit funny as hell, but not right now. It annoys the fuck out of me. My age has caught up with me, and my tolerance for hangovers gets worse by the day.

“Great…” My brother trails off, and it is apparent I am not the only one sick of our present company. “Brothers, each of my men are assigned with a group of you, and you guys will be heading to a different section of town to look for these fucktards who pose a threat to my club and my goddamn town.”

For the first time in my life, I am fucking grateful to be my brother’s sergeant-at-arms. His group will no doubt be a quieter group because these brothers of ours, when they are in town, love to kiss ass. All chapters want to kiss the ass of the President of the entire Breakneck in hopes of one day getting transferred or to lower their dues. The Master Charter rules all of the chapters, and even though each chapter may have their own set of rules, they still have to follow The Original Charter’s beforehand.

“You see anyone who looks like a Cartel member, you shoot the motherfucker in the head without fuckin’ blinkin’. Understood?” my brother growls. “I want this problem fuckin’ eradicated.”

The sound of magazines clicking into chambers echoes around the room, and Braxxon progresses with his orders as the brothers prep and listen at the same time.

“My wife has to be left undisturbed by this bullshit. She’s on bed rest, and the women, and that includes the Red Ladies, are the only ones that are to go and talk with Winter. She’s got a whole list of instructions she has to follow, and this bullshit is one of the many things that can cause a miscarriage. Don’t make me regret callin’ you fuckers for help. Got it?” he threatens.

Lord, let’s get this shit over and done with. I want to shoot some idiots and get my life back under control.

“Let’s roll,” he finishes and we make our way outside towards our bikes. When I climb onto my lady, I see Piper and Jinx at one of the picnic tables. Piper turns her head and gazes at me. The look on her face hits me with an invisible brick to the stomach.

I don’t wave because it would be pointless. She is too angry with me to even care to wave back if I did. Being one of the members with a heart fucking sucks during times like these, and when most of your brothers know you wear your heart on your sleeve, it makes it harder to hide shit that you are feeling.

“Earth to Sniper, my brother, you good?”

I turn my head to look at Braxxon and straddle my bike, while I give him the look that says, ‘fuck off’. He knows what the hell is wrong with me. He is my brother by blood. He likes to give me shit, and now is not the time to give me fucking shit.

“Fuckin’ chill out.” He laughs.

How can he laugh when our compound is overrun with people, our privacy is gone, and our town is in harm’s way? We have got to gain control over the situation before anything fucked up happens.

I will never understand the inner workings of my brother’s brain and its messed up thought process. Sometimes, the man is not sane.

As I wait for him to throttle forward, I pull up beside him and wait for the gate to open so he can leave. My job is to keep him safe. Because I’m the sergeant-at-arms, my brother’s life comes before my own. I forfeited the right to my own life when our dying father granted me my position in the club. So my gun is cocked, loaded, and rests in my saddlebag. I also have one strapped to my leg and another in the back of my jeans.

Braxxon wants to head back to Petra’s place to see if the Cartel members stayed behind at the property of our deceased drug dealer. When we arrive, Pyro pulls up to Braxxon’s side. I pull back, turn my bike off, and grabbing my gun out of my bag, take high ground so I can cover my brother from all vantage points. With my scope, I will be able to see all areas surrounding Petra’s place with perfect vision. I’ll also be able to take out anyone that may be hiding, and they won’t see it coming. I will already have a bullet soaring through their skulls.

I walk up a dirt hill and hide behind a giant boulder. My stand clicks as I open it, and positioning myself on one knee, I peer through the scope, adjust my focus, and set my sites. When I am satisfied, I grab my fold up binoculars out of my pocket and survey the premises. It is a ghost town. I refold my binoculars, tuck them away, and return to my rifle. Pyro and Smokey make hand gestures to signal no one is around, and they get back on their ladies and ride towards me. I pack up my baby and head back to my bike and await my next orders.

“Let’s ride around, and we’ll stop to check on all of the others—”

He is interrupted by the ring of his prepay. We watch as he answers, and when my brother’s hand starts to turn white from his tight grip on his phone, my senses go on full alert.

“Back to the compound,” he roars as he hangs up his phone. “Juan says there are Hispanics heading straight towards Breakneck!”

Motherfuck! We throttle and ride as fast as we can towards home. I pray we get there in time.

***

Chapter Twelve

Piper

I am overwhelmed with the amount of people here at the compound, and Jinx and I are sick of being cooped up, and we’re only on the second day. So we offer to take over gate duty, and when the gate opens, we get to see outside and remember we won’t always be trapped here. There is an outside world. It has only been a few days, but it seems like a lifetime.

“Is it me, or when the gate opens, does it seem like I can hear the sound of music?” Jinx laughs.

Definitely not only her.

“Nope, I’ve imagined it, too.”

We sit in the office building we cleaned out not long ago and wait for the buzzer to sound so we can get our next peek out of the compound. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but when you are stuck with this many people around you and all the chaotic sounds that come with them, your head gets a little foggy. The noises are almost too much to bear.

“How much longer do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

Question of the hour. “There’s no tellin’,” I answer.

We spin around as fast as we can in the roller chairs. Nothing but the squeak of the chairs fills the air around us as we twirl over and over again.

“I’m beyond bored,” Jinx grumbles.

The word bored is nowhere close to being a good enough word.

“When I walked in to Club Sated for the interview, this is not how I saw my week going.” Jinx chuckles, as she tries to make light of the situation.

I snort. Hell, I have been through lockdowns with the club before, and I didn’t even see my week heading in this direction. With the other charters here, as well as the Red Ladies, I would give my left boob to get the hell out of here for at least an hour. It is as if I am suffocating. I have been sharing my small apartment in the live-in with Jinx, which isn’t bad, but I can’t find one room in this compound where I can escape contact with at least one other person. The bathroom doesn’t even count because Jinx will want in there if I am in there too long.

“Me neither,” I respond.

The bell rings and we jump up, walk out of the office building, and hit the gate control. When it opens a quarter of the way, we see Frank the prospect on his knees, staring up at us. Three giant men stand around him, and before I hit the button for the gate to close, one uses a gun with a silencer attached to shoot Frank in the head. One guy grabs Jinx and the third grabs me. My brain is slow, and before I can call out for help, a rag covers my mouth, muffling my screams. My eyes flutter shut and I lose consciousness.

***

The sound of trickling water beside my face wakes me. The pounding in my head worsens as I attempt to sit, but when I attempt to stretch my legs in front of me, my ankle jerks and stops me. I look down and notice a shackle on one foot chained to the wall. My vision is still blurry, my mind foggy, and my brain struggles to process what happened and how I got here. I hear sniffles beside me and I spot Jinx as she holds her face and cries. I can’t reach her, and when I try to say her name, no words come out. I peer around the dark, damp room and decide we are in a basement of some sort.

My butt cheeks are chilled, and I already know I’m in my t-shirt and bra, but my jeans, socks, and shoes have been removed, and Jinx’s, too.

I have to gain control over this. I cannot freak out.

You’ve been in this situation before, Piper. Keep calm.

“Jinx,” I whisper in as low a voice as I can. “You have to stop cryin’. Look at me.”