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No one said a word as they all stared at me.
“What?” I asked, taking a step back toward the shadows.
“You mean the Disturbed Disciples MC?” Ravage slowly whispered. “The ones from North Carolina. Lucifer Hawk’s club?”
I nodded.
“Never heard of them,” Phantom said, typing into her computer.
“And you don’t want to,” Ravage muttered cautiously. “Lucifer Hawk is deadly. No other description required. He makes Reaper look like a cuddly teddy bear. A former Army Ranger and sniper, Hawk spent twelve years at Fort Leavenworth for murdering his commanding officer.”
“I heard about that,” Bullseye said, leaning forward. “Eleven men, loyal to one, just walked away from promising careers in the military. Rumor was that Cpt. Lucifer Hawk and his team were downrange when the murder took place. No one knows for sure what happened, but when they all returned to base, Hawk handed over his weapon and admitted to the murder. The Army took Hawk into custody immediately. There was an investigation, but Hawk’s team refused to say shit. To add insult to injury, they stripped him of his rank, court marshaled him, and gave him a BCD, a bad conduct discharge. After the trial, the officers resigned their commissions and scattered. The rest finished their contracts and left. Never to be seen again.”
“I can’t find anything on him,” Phantom whispered as Matrix and Player both reached for their laptops.
I could have told them they wouldn’t find anything, but no one asked me.
They rarely did.
From the moment I was sixteen and James Doherty patched me into the club, I did what I wanted and went wherever the road took me. During that time, my journey took me to many places and one of them was the Disturbed MC.
Chapter Fourteen
Sandman
Nantahala National Forest, North Carolina, eight years ago...
I’d been in the area for a few weeks now. I didn’t know what it was about the place, but I liked it.
It was quiet.
I could hear myself think.
There was no one around to talk to, not that I talked much. I barely knew what to say half the time when someone said anything. Instead, I stayed to myself. It was safer that way. I watched a lot. Since leaving Florida, I learned that the outside world wasn’t much different from club life. There was still good and evil everywhere I looked.
When I stumbled upon the unused campground deep in the Nantahala National Forest, I parked my bike and stayed. I’d been here now for two weeks and in that time, I found I liked the area. With no one around for miles, I considered making this area my home. Only I didn’t know what home was. Did I build a house? Did that make something a home? All I knew was that there was no fucking way I would ever go back to Florida.
I tried looking for Jessica, but she disappeared. None of her neighbors had seen her since Cassie died.
I missed Jess. I hoped she was doing okay.
I eventually found relief as my nightmares gradually disappeared. Even though they were still present, particularly when people surrounded me, I noticed they seemed to disappear when I found myself in the middle of nowhere. It was a wonderful experience to sleep undisturbed, surrounded by the beauty of the starry night. There was something about looking up at the stars that I found very enjoyable. They made me feel small. Like there was something bigger out there. I just didn’t know what. But what I really loved was riding my bike as the sun hit my face. With the sun on my face, I could see clearly, almost as if the sun washed away everything horrible in the world.
Laying under the stars, I looked up as I saw my first shooting star and smiled. I could hear the crackle of the small fire I had burning. Creatures scurrying around, foraging for food. There were a couple of little critters that came close to where I camped looking for food. I started leaving some bread out for them.
They needed to eat too, right?
“Never light a fire, son. It will give away your position every time.”
Quickly rolling to my side, I had my guns in my hands as I crouched close to the ground, looking for the intruder.
The forest was dark tonight, minus the stars.
“Kid is fast,” another voice said from a different direction.
“And armed,” another growled, as I swung my arms back and forth, trying to pinpoint their exact location.
“Been watching you for weeks now, son. Do you know where you are?” the gruff voice asked.
