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After a four-year stint in college, I joined the United States Marine Corps and shipped off to see the world. Halfway through my time in the Marines, I wished I’d stayed at home.
The shit I saw and did still haunted me to this day.
My only saving grace was when I got paired up with King’s unit and that was all she wrote.
I knew when I left the Marines there was no way I could bring my baggage home, as it still weighed heavily on me. So instead, I took King up on his offer and headed for the Shenandoah Valley and the Sons of Hell MC.
I’ve been here ever since.
My family gave me space, but that didn’t stop them from dropping in out of the blue occasionally. My sisters, more so than my parents, who still had a hard time accepting their only son, worked for the military industrial complex, as they called it.
“Lucille came to me last night, Dimeter. She’s worried.”
Rolling my eyes, I headed for the kitchen.
Fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday.
Not Lucille!!!
God help me. I was going to need coffee for this conversation.
Lots and lots of coffee.
Walking straight for the coffeepot, I didn’t bother grabbing a cup. I took the pot, poured some sugar in it and the remaining container of creamer, before plopping my ass at the kitchen table.
“You know artificial sugar is just poisoning your body.”
Saying nothing, I brought the pot to my lips and took a large swallow.
Sighing, I grinned. “And it tastes like heaven.”
Freyja narrowed her eyes. “If you want to kill yourself slowly with man-made shit, who am I to say otherwise? But when Lucille comes to me, I take what she says seriously.”
“Freyja,” I moaned. “I love you, but I don’t give a flying fuck what Lucille Ball said. The woman is dead. Has been for a long fucking time. Maybe you need to head home and let mom do one of her mojo cleansings to rid the bad juju permeating the surrounding air around you.”
“You take that back!” Freyja shouted, stomping her foot just as Gunner walked into the kitchen. Seeing Freyja ready to blow, he did an about-face and skedaddled fast.
Lucky fucker.
“You know damn well her spirit lives within me.”
“No, you ate something spicy last night and like always, it fucked with your stomach, causing you to have gas.”
“It wasn’t gas!” Freyja yelled, stomping her foot again.
Shrugging my shoulders, I took another drink of my coffee and stared at her, because from the look in my sister’s eyes, she wasn’t going to let this go.
Settling in, I got comfortable for another round of Freyja’s fucked-up fantasies.
Chapter Two
Henley
Later that same night...
They never made it to the bedroom as they ripped the clothes from their bodies. She stood there staring at the three of them, all chiseled and rock hard. Their cocks jutting out like flagpoles, begging to be draped in her pussy, ass and mouth.
Savannah’s mouth watered.
