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She’d insisted his dad would teach him. I wasn’t trying to take that away, just trying to give him a fighting chance. He was a hindrance not having a piece of his own. Now we had to focus on saving him also if we got attacked.
ChapterTwo
LeiMae
Hearing the engines pulling up, I knew the men were back. All the women had been busily making food and stocking up on booze.
Tracker had looked at me before he left and said, “help them in the kitchen.”
He ducked the vase I threw at him, snickering as he walked out the door. Fucking asshole. Do I look like I belong in the kitchen? Fuck no, I don’t, and fuck him for saying it. I knew he was just trying to keep me out of the way of Deakin when he came home.
Fuck that. I live here now, and Deakin could deal with it. It wasn’t my fault the brand on my skin made me a walking reminder of the club that wanted to take him out.
* * *
Four Years Ago
Tracker
Taking my bike out for a ride around the perimeter of the club, I decided to hit a local bar before I head back to the club. That’s when I saw her. She was bruised and bloody, clothes half torn off, with a brand on her neck that I could see half a mile away.
Pulling up beside her, I could see her stiffen, until she turned her head to look at me. She looked at my cut and realized I wasn’t the enemy. She obviously thought the one who rendered her in this condition was coming to finish the job.
Before I could say anything, another roar of a bike sounded behind us. The way her face turned white told me everything I needed to know. With a possessive streak I hadn’t known I had, I shoved her behind me, and drew my forty-five, aiming it at him. He already had his piece locked in on the girl, which meant it was locked in on me. Before he had time to slow down, I took the shot, and then he was eating asphalt.
I saved her life that day and she’s hated me ever since.
* * *
LeiMae
When Tracker dealt that fatal blow to Tommy, my brother, I knew my life would always be in danger from that day forward. Not that it had been a picnic up until I had met him.
Cyril, the President of the Red Demons, had brutalized me every day. Simply because he could. My mother was his Old Lady. She was so strung out on heroin she didn’t know one day from the next. I tried to get her help, but she didn’t want it. Cyril found out and went apeshit on me.
I told him I wasn’t trying to take her away, even though I was. That was the night he raped me and took my virginity. He beat the shit out of me after, telling me I was a lousy lay.
Laying in my bed, I refused to cry. I would not give him that satisfaction. Throwing my clothes in a backpack, I decided I needed to get out of there. Trying to sneak out of a clubhouse is virtually impossible. There are people sleeping everywhere.
I almost made it when a hand snatched me backwards by my hair. “Going somewhere?”
With a hit to the face, my world went black. When I woke up, I was tied down to a table. Wiggling around, I tried to get out. It didn’t happen. Relieved, I saw my brother walk into the room. Until I saw the branding iron in his hand.
“Tommy, what are you doing?”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
“Please, just let me go. Cyril raped me and beat me.” For the first time, I let a few tears slip.
“Stop it, LeiMae. It’s not rape when you climb into his bead naked. He had to rough you up to show you your place. You want to be a whore? Then you will be branded like a crow eater.” He shrugged.
I looked at him, dumbfounded. How could he believe him over me? “Tommy?”
“Sorry,” he shrugged, putting the brand in the kiln, “there are consequences.”
He walked over to me and strapped my head down so I was looking towards the wall. I was crying at this point. Not because of the brand I was going to get, but because my brother was betraying me.
When he brought that hot iron back over and put it on my skin; I screamed in pain, I screamed for the innocence that had been ripped away, and I screamed for any goodness that had been left inside me that he had just taken away.
