Discovering Me
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“Fuckin’ chill out.” He laughs.
How can he laugh when our compound is overrun with people, our privacy is gone, and our town is in harm’s way? We have got to gain control over the situation before anything fucked up happens.
I will never understand the inner workings of my brother’s brain and its messed up thought process. Sometimes, the man is not sane.
As I wait for him to throttle forward, I pull up beside him and wait for the gate to open so he can leave. My job is to keep him safe. Because I’m the sergeant-at-arms, my brother’s life comes before my own. I forfeited the right to my own life when our dying father granted me my position in the club. So my gun is cocked, loaded, and rests in my saddlebag. I also have one strapped to my leg and another in the back of my jeans.
Braxxon wants to head back to Petra’s place to see if the Cartel members stayed behind at the property of our deceased drug dealer. When we arrive, Pyro pulls up to Braxxon’s side. I pull back, turn my bike off, and grabbing my gun out of my bag, take high ground so I can cover my brother from all vantage points. With my scope, I will be able to see all areas surrounding Petra’s place with perfect vision. I’ll also be able to take out anyone that may be hiding, and they won’t see it coming. I will already have a bullet soaring through their skulls.
I walk up a dirt hill and hide behind a giant boulder. My stand clicks as I open it, and positioning myself on one knee, I peer through the scope, adjust my focus, and set my sites. When I am satisfied, I grab my fold up binoculars out of my pocket and survey the premises. It is a ghost town. I refold my binoculars, tuck them away, and return to my rifle. Pyro and Smokey make hand gestures to signal no one is around, and they get back on their ladies and ride towards me. I pack up my baby and head back to my bike and await my next orders.
“Let’s ride around, and we’ll stop to check on all of the others—”
He is interrupted by the ring of his prepay. We watch as he answers, and when my brother’s hand starts to turn white from his tight grip on his phone, my senses go on full alert.
“Back to the compound,” he roars as he hangs up his phone. “Juan says there are Hispanics heading straight towards Breakneck!”
Motherfuck! We throttle and ride as fast as we can towards home. I pray we get there in time.
***
Chapter Twelve
Piper
I am overwhelmed with the amount of people here at the compound, and Jinx and I are sick of being cooped up, and we’re only on the second day. So we offer to take over gate duty, and when the gate opens, we get to see outside and remember we won’t always be trapped here. There is an outside world. It has only been a few days, but it seems like a lifetime.
“Is it me, or when the gate opens, does it seem like I can hear the sound of music?” Jinx laughs.
Definitely not only her.
“Nope, I’ve imagined it, too.”
We sit in the office building we cleaned out not long ago and wait for the buzzer to sound so we can get our next peek out of the compound. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but when you are stuck with this many people around you and all the chaotic sounds that come with them, your head gets a little foggy. The noises are almost too much to bear.
“How much longer do you think we’ll be stuck here?”
Question of the hour. “There’s no tellin’,” I answer.
We spin around as fast as we can in the roller chairs. Nothing but the squeak of the chairs fills the air around us as we twirl over and over again.
“I’m beyond bored,” Jinx grumbles.
The word bored is nowhere close to being a good enough word.
“When I walked in to Club Sated for the interview, this is not how I saw my week going.” Jinx chuckles, as she tries to make light of the situation.
I snort. Hell, I have been through lockdowns with the club before, and I didn’t even see my week heading in this direction. With the other charters here, as well as the Red Ladies, I would give my left boob to get the hell out of here for at least an hour. It is as if I am suffocating. I have been sharing my small apartment in the live-in with Jinx, which isn’t bad, but I can’t find one room in this compound where I can escape contact with at least one other person. The bathroom doesn’t even count because Jinx will want in there if I am in there too long.
“Me neither,” I respond.
The bell rings and we jump up, walk out of the office building, and hit the gate control. When it opens a quarter of the way, we see Frank the prospect on his knees, staring up at us. Three giant men stand around him, and before I hit the button for the gate to close, one uses a gun with a silencer attached to shoot Frank in the head. One guy grabs Jinx and the third grabs me. My brain is slow, and before I can call out for help, a rag covers my mouth, muffling my screams. My eyes flutter shut and I lose consciousness.
***
The sound of trickling water beside my face wakes me. The pounding in my head worsens as I attempt to sit, but when I attempt to stretch my legs in front of me, my ankle jerks and stops me. I look down and notice a shackle on one foot chained to the wall. My vision is still blurry, my mind foggy, and my brain struggles to process what happened and how I got here. I hear sniffles beside me and I spot Jinx as she holds her face and cries. I can’t reach her, and when I try to say her name, no words come out. I peer around the dark, damp room and decide we are in a basement of some sort.
My butt cheeks are chilled, and I already know I’m in my t-shirt and bra, but my jeans, socks, and shoes have been removed, and Jinx’s, too.
How can he laugh when our compound is overrun with people, our privacy is gone, and our town is in harm’s way? We have got to gain control over the situation before anything fucked up happens.
I will never understand the inner workings of my brother’s brain and its messed up thought process. Sometimes, the man is not sane.
As I wait for him to throttle forward, I pull up beside him and wait for the gate to open so he can leave. My job is to keep him safe. Because I’m the sergeant-at-arms, my brother’s life comes before my own. I forfeited the right to my own life when our dying father granted me my position in the club. So my gun is cocked, loaded, and rests in my saddlebag. I also have one strapped to my leg and another in the back of my jeans.
Braxxon wants to head back to Petra’s place to see if the Cartel members stayed behind at the property of our deceased drug dealer. When we arrive, Pyro pulls up to Braxxon’s side. I pull back, turn my bike off, and grabbing my gun out of my bag, take high ground so I can cover my brother from all vantage points. With my scope, I will be able to see all areas surrounding Petra’s place with perfect vision. I’ll also be able to take out anyone that may be hiding, and they won’t see it coming. I will already have a bullet soaring through their skulls.
I walk up a dirt hill and hide behind a giant boulder. My stand clicks as I open it, and positioning myself on one knee, I peer through the scope, adjust my focus, and set my sites. When I am satisfied, I grab my fold up binoculars out of my pocket and survey the premises. It is a ghost town. I refold my binoculars, tuck them away, and return to my rifle. Pyro and Smokey make hand gestures to signal no one is around, and they get back on their ladies and ride towards me. I pack up my baby and head back to my bike and await my next orders.
“Let’s ride around, and we’ll stop to check on all of the others—”
He is interrupted by the ring of his prepay. We watch as he answers, and when my brother’s hand starts to turn white from his tight grip on his phone, my senses go on full alert.
“Back to the compound,” he roars as he hangs up his phone. “Juan says there are Hispanics heading straight towards Breakneck!”
Motherfuck! We throttle and ride as fast as we can towards home. I pray we get there in time.
***
Chapter Twelve
Piper
I am overwhelmed with the amount of people here at the compound, and Jinx and I are sick of being cooped up, and we’re only on the second day. So we offer to take over gate duty, and when the gate opens, we get to see outside and remember we won’t always be trapped here. There is an outside world. It has only been a few days, but it seems like a lifetime.
“Is it me, or when the gate opens, does it seem like I can hear the sound of music?” Jinx laughs.
Definitely not only her.
“Nope, I’ve imagined it, too.”
We sit in the office building we cleaned out not long ago and wait for the buzzer to sound so we can get our next peek out of the compound. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but when you are stuck with this many people around you and all the chaotic sounds that come with them, your head gets a little foggy. The noises are almost too much to bear.
“How much longer do you think we’ll be stuck here?”
Question of the hour. “There’s no tellin’,” I answer.
We spin around as fast as we can in the roller chairs. Nothing but the squeak of the chairs fills the air around us as we twirl over and over again.
“I’m beyond bored,” Jinx grumbles.
The word bored is nowhere close to being a good enough word.
“When I walked in to Club Sated for the interview, this is not how I saw my week going.” Jinx chuckles, as she tries to make light of the situation.
I snort. Hell, I have been through lockdowns with the club before, and I didn’t even see my week heading in this direction. With the other charters here, as well as the Red Ladies, I would give my left boob to get the hell out of here for at least an hour. It is as if I am suffocating. I have been sharing my small apartment in the live-in with Jinx, which isn’t bad, but I can’t find one room in this compound where I can escape contact with at least one other person. The bathroom doesn’t even count because Jinx will want in there if I am in there too long.
“Me neither,” I respond.
The bell rings and we jump up, walk out of the office building, and hit the gate control. When it opens a quarter of the way, we see Frank the prospect on his knees, staring up at us. Three giant men stand around him, and before I hit the button for the gate to close, one uses a gun with a silencer attached to shoot Frank in the head. One guy grabs Jinx and the third grabs me. My brain is slow, and before I can call out for help, a rag covers my mouth, muffling my screams. My eyes flutter shut and I lose consciousness.
***
The sound of trickling water beside my face wakes me. The pounding in my head worsens as I attempt to sit, but when I attempt to stretch my legs in front of me, my ankle jerks and stops me. I look down and notice a shackle on one foot chained to the wall. My vision is still blurry, my mind foggy, and my brain struggles to process what happened and how I got here. I hear sniffles beside me and I spot Jinx as she holds her face and cries. I can’t reach her, and when I try to say her name, no words come out. I peer around the dark, damp room and decide we are in a basement of some sort.
My butt cheeks are chilled, and I already know I’m in my t-shirt and bra, but my jeans, socks, and shoes have been removed, and Jinx’s, too.
