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PART II
THE BRIDGE FROM PAST TO PRESENT
TEN
THEIR EVERLASTING
Thunder
Gifts inside a curse…
Up to this point in my life, gifts inside curses seemed to be an echoing theme for me. I was birthed by a woman I would never be blessed to know, but she left me in the most loving hands. Anita, my Ani, loved me with such dedication, her whole life had been based around me. She hid me away in an unlikely place, but the strip club, Sexy Myths, was where I would gather so much love and respect for life, that it would carry me through the toughest years I would ever have to face.
Gifts inside a curse…
Because of who Anita concealed me from, another gift was given to us in the form of a Royal Bastard from the Nevada Chapter named Diablo Jesiah David Holmes. The deadly man and I became fast friends, and when he became much more to me, I endearingly called him Dio. Even though Anita fell in love with him, the MC’s cleaner, he had abilities that Anita seemed unable to comprehend and made her fearful. So he and I kept it a secret, because I was no ‘bean spiller.’
For the first seven years of my life, I lived in harmony with my Ani, Dio, and our Sexy Myth friends Candy, Tiny Cherry, Harry, Ben, Stew, and Moola. All gracious and giving souls.
Until the hidden past Anita tried to protect me from found us.
Piercer, a cruel damaged soul, demanded his ‘Pearl’ rejoin his life. Yet for the days he held us captive, he never treated her like the treasure after which he named her. She was his slave. One he repeatedly and violently raped while threatening more horrific acts if I dared close my eyes and not watch.
Our gruesome journey only got worse when it led me to a man who was the darkest of them all: Onus, the president of the Hell Titans.
Within minutes of him finding us in the cabin—which I’d someday learn was where Piercer kept Anita as a child—Onus claimed to be my father and to have been looking for me all these years. I truly experienced seeing pure evil when he had Ani’s throat sliced, right in front of me. Her blood pooling on the floor was the absolute end of my childhood and the beginning of many years of abuse, neglect, and beatings so severe, it would sometimes take me a day or more to wake up.
Gifts inside a curse…
Onus didn’t take me to live with him right away. First, I would live with my ‘grandma,’ a vile woman who claimed my mother and Ani were nothing but putas who bewitched her sons. Not that she treated them any better. Onus and I have matching scars from her upbringing skills.
Where was the gift in grandma’s curse?
Deep inhale…
That would come in the form of the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world—my everlasting—my Rya.
Ryannon Stannon was six years old when I found her praying to ‘Jay-sus’ with the most adorable country accent, in an old, abandoned church. Her beam of light, that guided me to her, was like she had been delivered from heaven just for me. Wild and free with short blonde hair and a sweet face, her eyes may have been as small as she was but were so golden, I swear, she read my soul on that first day, deciding then and there I was the only one for her.
From that day, we were so drawn to each other, it felt like divine intervention had brought us together, even as evil forces tried to pull us apart, whether by homes being burned or blood oaths on our palms.
Before I would learn just how deep those evil forces were linked, I would again be blessed.
Gifts inside a curse…
By the age of fourteen, I had already been nicknamed Hellion by ‘Dad.’ Even though he tried to beat it out of me, he loved the bullheaded tyrant in me. He’d smile at me with a pride I wouldn’t understand until I was older.
By the time I was sixteen, I was a Titan prospect and had two best friends in the club, Roamer and Chubs. Rya was fourteen and about to hit the road to become an accomplished rider in the rodeo and reining circuit. All this added up to huge changes in our lives. As our paths separated while at a bike rally, I was found by Moola, Dio, and big surprise to me, my biological father. The man happened to be the president of another MC, Redemption Ryders, and his brother, my uncle, was the VP of another powerful club, Steel Stallions.
Sounds like a miracle, I know, but that same night I learned Onus was selling children again and had made a plan to kill Rya because of something her father had done. He and Onus were the two who ran the trafficking ring where I lived in Wilmington, North Carolina. They were going toe to toe with Rya, connecting them all. There was no way I could let Bastards, Stallions, and Ryders whisk me away to safety while leaving Rya and those other children in danger. So I stepped back into the fire and stayed with Onus.
It wasn’t easy. In fact, it became so complicated l that I had to let Rya go for a while.
She gave me her blessing, after having a dream where she was told I was to do ‘whateva it takes.’ We said our goodbyes, then with tears in her mystical, golden eyes, she told me, “Until late’.”
“Until later,” I whispered in return, heart crushed as her brothers took her away from me.
I thought she would be safer on the road with her horse career than being affiliated with me.
