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Prologue
Hey King,
Long time no speak. I wish this letter was under better circumstances, but I need your help.
A girl named Venom is going to need you and the club. She doesn’t know it yet, but club sins are about to follow her home. I wish there was something I could do to change that, but by morning I will be dead. I made my bed. Don’t worry, I won’t go out without a fight.
What Venom doesn’t know, and I would appreciate it if you kept this part a secret until it’s safe, is that she is my daughter. I met her mother several years ago when I was still with the club. I didn’t know about her. You know me. If I had, I would have done everything I could to give her the life she deserved. As it is, her life wasn’t easy King. In fact, it was shit.
When she walked into my shop, I thought I was looking at the young woman I fell in love with. She looks so much like her mother. I had my suspicions, and I managed to get a strand of her hair. That’s when I found out the truth.
She is my daughter. My baby girl.
She doesn’t talk about her past, but I can only imagine the horror she faced, and I will have to take that with me to my grave and into the hereafter, but her future I can change. When I die, she will bolt. She’s a runner. Find her, protect her, make sure the club’s past doesn’t come for her.
In time, when you feel it’s right, maybe let her know why I wasn’t around for her childhood. I knew she was special the moment I first saw her. Tell her I love her and I’m sorry for everything.
Dog.
Chapter One
King
Drumming my fingers along the smooth polished wood before me, I waited impatiently. I should have known better. That motherfucker was never on time for anything. He was going to be late for his own funeral. I should know, because when his ass got here, I was going to kill him.
Sighing, I looked at the ceiling and frowned.
Fuck, I needed to get the brother’s in here to repaint again.
My youngest brother Pyro sat across from me blowing bubbles as he played some stupid game on his phone. The constant pop of his gum aggravating me to no end. A lot of things annoyed me lately. I didn’t know why, but it just did. Maybe it was because I was the oldest out of us three. Maybe it was because everywhere I looked, it seemed everyone was happier than I was. Hell, maybe it was because another year had passed and I had nothing to show for it except my club.
That alone should have made me happy, but it didn’t.
I was the oldest Montclair brother, the President of the Sons of Hell. A motorcycle club my grandfather started well before I was a twinkle in my father’s eye. The club was my legacy, and I had no one to pass it down to.
Next was Gunner. The one we were all waiting on. The self-proclaimed man whore of the family. My brother Gunner was my V.P. My second in command, the one I could always count on, except to be on time. Fucker was lucky he was my blood because if he were anyone else, I’d take his fucking cut in a heartbeat. Knowing Gunner as well as I did, he was probably fucking his way through the current freshman class at the nearby university.
Yeah, Gunner had a one-track mind.
Then there was Pyro, the youngest of us boys. I didn’t know what to make of Pyro most of the time. My brother was the only one of us that had a past. A very dark past. We didn’t talk much about it, knowing that Pyro would completely shut down and disappear for days if we did. Speaking of which, I looked over at the calendar and made a mental note of the date. I needed to remind the brothers to be careful next month. Unlike Gunner and I, Pyro never had a problem finding his better half and for a few short months, he had everything until he didn’t. Now, he lived a half-life.
We had a sister, Cassandra, who disappeared at the age of seventeen, never to be heard from again. When my sister disappeared, everything changed in the club. My father, the club President at the time, refused to believe that his only daughter was dead. At the time, he insisted that the Golden Skulls had something to do with her disappearance, but he could never prove it. Back then, there was bad blood between the two clubs. From that moment my sister disappeared, the Sons of Hell had one standing order, to kill any Golden Skull club member they came across. While the club looked everywhere for her, we also systematically took out any Golden Skull member that dared cross anywhere near our territory. It was an order that, until recently, was still in effect.
We never found her.
Approximately two years ago, I received a phone call from Reaper, the President of the Golden Skulls, who claimed he had knowledge concerning Cassandra. My brothers and I flew to California, only to find out that my sister had passed away and left behind a daughter named Jessica. My niece was the spitting image of my sister. I didn’t need a DNA test to know she was a Montclair. My niece was the old lady of a Golden Skull member named Savage. If my sister had lived, she would have been thirty-nine in three months. My brothers and I still celebrated her birthday with a bottle of Jack. It was the one day out of the year the club knew not to fuck with us.
My sister’s disappearance took its toll on our parents. My mom couldn’t take it. The uncertainty of her daughter’s whereabouts eventually killed her. She died almost ten years ago come May. My father followed a few months later when he died of a massive heart attack. After dad died, I assumed control of the club, never forgetting my sister.
There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about her. With her disappearance, I kept a tight leash on my remaining family. That’s why when Gunner didn’t respond to my text, concern set in. I hated being the oldest, the responsible one, but that was just my lot in life. Someone had to be, and I guessed that was me.
I called for church early this morning, sending out the mass text, ensuring every brother received it. The only one who didn’t reply was Gunner. I knew logically that Gunner could take care of himself. We all could, but with my family’s history, I wasn’t willing to chance it.
“Where the fuck is he?”
“He mentioned he was going to town last night. Something about hooking up with a chick,” Priest stated, leaning back in his chair, looking at his phone.
“No pussy is worth missing, Church. Call him.” I stated, looking at my watch. Fuck, I wanted this meeting over fast. I needed to run into town and grab myself a coffee. Unlike the pussies in this club, I didn’t drink that slop water they called coffee. If I wanted flavored hot water, I’d make myself a fucking cup of tea.
