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A bigger problem.
Reaching inside my pocket, I pulled out my phone and looked at the last number I dialed. Hawk never told me why Indigo was in the area. If Indigo was hunting Scab, that meant there was a massive bounty on the man. If I went after Scab and killed him before Indigo could claim the bounty, that would cause a problem, too. Indigo wasn’t a man I wanted to cross. He took his job seriously and the money he made went straight into the club’s pot. Everyone benefited from it.
Even me at one point.
For a few years, I considered the brothers of Disturbed MC my brothers, my friends, but everything changed when I saw Hawk kill an unarmed man.
The second Hawk saw me, I could see the indecision in his eyes. He didn’t know whether to kill me or let me go.
I didn’t give him a choice.
I ran back to the clubhouse, packed my shit, and rode out.
That was the last time I saw any of the brothers of Disturbed MC. For a long time afterward, I stayed hidden on back trails on dirt roads as I made my way across the country. During that time, I saw a lot of cool places and met some decent folks, but none of it ever felt like home until my eyes landed on the Pacific Ocean.
I thought when I saw the Atlantic it was vast, but there was something about the Pacific that drew me close. During that time, I spent my days riding up and down the Pacific coast, camping out under the stars. Time slowly moved then and that was okay with me. With no family, no club, and nothing holding me to one place, I did what I wanted and if I felt like sitting on the beach watching the waves crash against the shore, then that was what I did until I saw a brother with the same patch I wore in trouble.
The sound of bikes riding up fast had me sitting up as my heart started pounding in my chest.
Had Hawk and the others found me?
Was Indigo hunting me?
Looking around, the sound of gunshots had me reaching for my guns. If Hawk was here to kill me, I wouldn’t be the only one going down. Quickly getting to my feet, I ran quietly towards the gunshots, when I spotted a man wearing a Golden Skull cut, hunkered down behind his bike as he returned fire.
Stopping instantly, fear I hadn’t felt since I was sixteen rushed forward. Was it Toxic? Had he finally found me after all these years?
No. That was impossible. I stayed off the main roads. I never brought attention to myself, and I avoided clubs that I knew associated with the Golden Skulls.
Unless Hawk ratted me out.
They knew who I belonged to.
They knew from the beginning.
Did Hawk turn me over because of what I saw?
Movement to my left had me turning to see a pretty young woman with jet-black hair hiding behind a tree. Upon seeing me, she placed her finger to her lips and ever so lightly shook her head.
“Come out, Reaper!” a large man shouted from behind a tree. “We want the cunt!”
“Fuck off, Cotton. Come any closer and I’ll kill you!”
“Just want the bitch. Hand her over and we’ll let you walk away?”
Reaper laughed. “Yeah, right asshole, and miss taking out the new president of the Golden Skulls? You would be the fucking laughingstock of the biker community!”
New president?
Was James Doherty dead?
Looking more closely at the young man, not much older than me, I saw a familiar resemblance to James. The man who gave me my freedom. If this was his son, I owed James.
As the other club started firing again, I heard Reaper curse as his guns clicked.
He was out of bullets.
As he reached for his blades, I shook my head.
