Page 1 of Property of Heart

CHAPTER ONE

–HEART –

Instead of getting dressed I should drag my ass to bed and get some rest.We just got back from a run and the ride from Sevrin’s Maryland chapter in Lexmore Beach to our town, Nowalk, is about five hours.A long five hours.

I didn’t have a bitch warming my back like my prez, Fatal.Norie, his old lady, has a blood connection to Sevrin.She’s his niece and the main reason she went along with us.Karev, Lexmore Beach’s vice president, along with two of his club brothers, Shock and Levan, followed us home.They packed some guns when we got here and left to head home about an hour ago.

My body might be tired, but my brain is still bouncing around with shit.I have no clue why, other than the fact that over the past few months there’s been a huge change with Fatal claiming an old lady.Maybe that’s what’s got me thinking with the reason for living or some shit, who knows?I slide a few of my knives into their sheath on my belt, put my gun in my shoulder holster, grab my keys along with my phone and shove them into my pocket.

I shut the door and lock it.There’s a party tonight and I don’t want anyone ending up in my room.Not that it happened in the past...but it is why I always lock my damn door.Stepping into the hallway, I bump into someone and mumble an apology.

When I glance at the person I bumped into, all I see is huge tits.Balloon-like tits.The kind that don’t bounce, and you can easily use them as a coaster for your beer.Some like it, and I don’t judge.Though, I prefer the more natural look even if they are saggy or teabag-size for that matter.They’re called fun-bags for a reason, not fuckin’ skippy balls.

“You didn’t see me there...now you do, don’t you,” she croons and flutters her eyelashes.

I stare down at her and wonder how she can fuckin’ flutter that shit while it looks like she glued a damn fur coat to her lashes.Dammit.I really should have gone to bed.

She tries to reach for me with her...yeah, fake as fuck nails...when I hold up my hand and grunt, “Not interested.”

Her shoulders sag, she pouts and is about to say something when my phone starts to ring.Thank fuck.I pull my phone from my pocket and spin away from the chick to head outside.Glancing at the number, I notice Karev is calling.

“Miss me already?”I chuckle, knowing the guy left here over an hour ago.

“Heart,” Karev grunts, his voice sounding tight.“I need to ask you a favor, from one Maryland VP to another, no questions asked.”

The fucker was in a good mood when he left, so whatever happened between then and now must be fuckin’ serious.No matter what Kings of Anarchy chapter a brother is from, we stand strong together.

It’s why I instantly reply, “What do you need, brother?”

“It’s my half-sister, Floraline.She called and I have no fucking clue what’s going on.The call was cut off before she could explain.I have her location and it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere.Well, nowhere being Green Ridge State Forest.I’ll message you the coordinates.Can you let me know when you find her?”

“Floraline?”I murmur.

“Yeah.Floraline Callister, but she prefers Lina.Oh, and whatever you do, don’t give her a knife.”

Don’t give her a...what?“Come again?”

He releases a sigh.“I don’t have time for this, Heart.I’m on my way back, I know your weapon of choice is a knife, and I also know that if you give one to Floraline shit won’t end well and she knows it.I have no clue what trouble she got herself into, but we don’t need to bury bodies ’cause it’s been a long day already.Understood?”

Karev ends the call and I receive a message shortly after with the coordinates.I fire off a message of my own to let Fatal, my prez, know I’m leaving to do a favor for Karev.Just in case things go south, or if I need backup.

I swing my leg over my bike and fire it up.The direction of the coordinates are easy to follow.It takes me fifteen minutes to get there, and when I do, I notice a dark SUV and two bikes.All are abandoned.I park my bike further into the forest on the dirt road.

As soon as I kill the engine, I hear male voices, arguing and calling out for a cunt to get back.I pull out my phone and thumb off my coordinates to Fatal, letting him know where I am and if I contact him again, I’d need backup asap.

Something hits my back and I palm my gun as I spin around.I’m hit again but this time it’s right in the fucking eye.

“Motherfucker,” I growl, and grumble, “Going to poke Karev in both damn eyes when he gets here.”

“Oops.Sorry,” a female voice whispers and sighs in relief before she adds, “When is Karev gonna be here?”

Oops?What the actual fuck?I rub my eye and blink a few times to make the burning and what feels like sand exit my eye.

“Not soon enough,” I grit and put my gun away.“Get your ass on my bike so we can get the fuck out of here.And what the hell did you throw in my damn eye?”

The woman steps out of the bushes.“A dirt clod.I was trying to draw your attention and didn’t want to yell in case those assholes come back here.We should go.Now.”

I want to rip the cunt a new hole, but my words get stuck in my throat like the clod in my eye when I catch a glimpse of her standing before me.The moonlight gives me enough light to see she’s a redhead.Her hair is a wild mass and there are leaves and tiny branches stuck in there.Those fucking eyes.They’re hazel if I have to guess, yet they seem gold.