Discovering Me (Breakneck #4) (7 page)

Sniper

The lady chapter is the first to arrive, being as they are only two counties away. I can’t wait for the other chapters to get here so the ladies will get out of our asses and into the other brothers. The women are great. They all have amazing qualities about them, but they can drive you up the wall, fucking crazy after a few short hours. ZZ and Storm also made it back in the nick of time. Maybe Storm being back will be good for Piper.

I was shocked to learn Piper went to bed after I left her last night. She didn’t get trashed and need help. That is unlike her, and I know being cooped up is already affecting her. I’m helpless to help her. This is her own shit from before Breakneck and she doesn’t share about it often. I know enough, but she keeps me distant, to an extent, for a lot of it.

“Diz… don’t stress out my fuckin’ wife,” my brother threatens Dizzy.

Lord, if shit hits the fan this soon, we’ll all go fucking mad.

“Relax, Prez. If we’re to be stuck here, under your manly thumb, I want to make nice with her,” Dizzy defends herself.

Make nice? Bitch, you have a past with her husband.
I won’t be surprised to find Dizzy with a bullet in her skull.

“I appreciate that, Dizzy, but fuck, my wife is on bed rest!”

Dizzy throws her hands in the air, frustrated with my brothers. “I’m a fuckin’ woman, Prez. I understand the goddamn situation, which is another reason I want to go clear the air. She’s pregnant with your child, and here I am, and I am tellin’ the truth when I say I don’t want her to worry about my presence here.”

Hell has frozen over!

Braxx digs out his phone and shoots off a text, and moments later, it pings back. “She said go on up.”

“Thank you. You’re my Prez. You’re family. I wouldn’t do anythin’ to jeopardize your wife’s health.”

We both shoot Dizzy a look.

“Sniper, don’t make me draw on ya,” she mouths off. “He wasn’t married in the past. He is now. I respect that shit.” She defends herself as she leaves the room.

“Stickin’ your dick in her was your worst mistake ever, brother,” I say with seriousness.

“No fuckin’ shit.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’d fuck Dizzy if she hadn’t already boned my brother on multiple occasions, but our past with Christina is a perfect example as to why the fuck I won’t do it.

“Where’s Piper? Surprised she isn’t adjoined to your hip,” my brother questions.

“She’s with Jinx somewhere around here.”

I don’t want to bother her. Her mind is occupied, and if I search her out, I might trigger the reminder that she is trapped here. Jinx is keeping her busy.

“See how Pyro was eyein’ her last night?” he asks.

Not him, too. “Leave the man the fuck alone, brother. I don’t see it goin’ anywhere. She’s beautiful. It’s kinda hard not to eye her.”

I speak the truth. The woman is out of this fucking world gorgeous. Not my type, she’s too classy. I like them real, but not that fucking real.

“Just sayin’. Shit, brother, you need to get laid.”

I wasn’t thinking about it until he fucking said something. Fucking dumbass. We have too much bullshit to worry about than my dick getting sucked or fucked.

“You’re a bastard,” I retort.

“Dude, we have the same fuckin’ father. You’re a bastard, too.”

I groan and he chuckles. He must’ve got laid last night. He’s in too good of a mood. Lucky fucker.

“Yo, Prez, Akela is back, and she has a woman with her.” Phish, Rap’s replacement prospect comes into the clubhouse.

That was fast. “Did she bring shit with her?”

“The woman and some luggage, why?”

The fucker knows better than to ask questions. So much to learn.

When I’m about to shoot a text off to Pyro to let him know she is back, Akela walks in, followed by a gorgeous black woman with badass braids. She must be Ripley.

“Braxx…” Akela trails confused. “Pyro wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone.”

Prez motions for them both to take a seat, and they don’t hesitate to follow his directions. Akela must have warned her girlfriend all about the club before getting here. She moved, quick to follow orders.

“We’re on lockdown, like serious fuckin’ lockdown, sweetheart. You’ve come in and out of the club for weeks and you’re associated, so I wanna take no chances with your safety, yeah?”

Wonder when Akela gained my brother’s respect. He is talking way too nice to her for the short amount of time we’ve known her.

“Well, I had time to pick up Ripley and some more clothes because of Pyro’s swift instructions. I guess Ripley and I will take the slam room?”

She’s fucking crazy. It’s about to get rowdy and crowded with horny bikers.

“We’re about to have over sixty more people here. It’s gonna get crowded. Sure you don’t wanna stay in the live-in? It’ll be a little less chaotic over there,” I say before Prez can answer her. I don’t want Pyro flipping out if his new friend gets stressed out.

“Lana,” she says simply, and we understand with that one name.

“You got it, babe. I’m gonna be straight with ya ladies. We’ve never had full blown lesbians stayin’ here fulltime. Our other charters are headin’—”

Akela cuts him off. “It won’t be the first or the last time we’re messed with over our sexuality, Braxxon. We’re big girls. Babe, this is Braxxon, Braxx for short. He’s the club President. The head man.” she explains to Ripley. “That’s Sniper, his sergeant-at-arms. His name stays true to him. He’s lethal with a gun I’ve heard. I have no idea where Pyro is. That over there is Rap. Oh, he has his casts off,” she says with glee. “I’m happy for him. And the older guys don’t talk, and I’ve not been around them very much. I joke with Pyro and say they are in the early stages of retirement. They are always drunk or silent.”

Braxxon and I laugh our asses off. She couldn’t have explained them better if she tried.

Pyro strolls in, and when he spots Akela, his shoulders slump in relief. Looky there, the bastard has a female friend he cares about. Now he can’t fuck with me about my friendship with Piper. Fucking hypocrite.

“You made it back,” he says, and she turns around and jumps up into his arms.

For watching a man that has been out of it for the longest time, this behavior confuses the shit out of me.

“You didn’t give me much choice,” she teases and lets go of her embrace. “This is Ripley.”

Ripley stands and sticks out her hand. Fuck with the manners of these women this week. Pyro ignores her hand and instead, jerks her into his body. “Nice to meet ya, pretty lady.”

Braxxon and I look at one another with the most fucked up faces. I mouth what the fuck, and he does, too.

When Pyro lets her go, he ignores us, grabs their bags from Phish, and leads them to the slam room.

“Was it me or did he already know where she’d be sleepin’,” I ask my brother.

“I don’t even know my own VP anymore,” he groans and rubs his face. “I’m gonna go check on my wife and Dizzy to make sure they didn’t fuckin’ kill one another.”

Damn, I forgot all about them, too.

“Frank is stoppin’ by with the trailer to drop off all those old ass cots our folks used to keep around here. Make sure Phish scrubs them clean and gets them in the sun to dry before people start showin’ up.”

I don’t respond because my brother knows I’ll make sure it happens. We’re a bunch of animals around here, but we aren’t about to make people sleep on the fuckin’ ground. We will all need a good amount of rest so we’re all fuckin’ focused. Our brothers will get trashed, sleep, and be up as long as the women get breakfast going, and if we don’t have proper places for them to sleep, they’ll be bigger assholes than they already are.

If it were me, I wouldn’t be sleeping on the cots. Fuck, they are thirty-something-years old, and who the hell knows what went down on those things. I’ll fuck on surfaces and shit, but something that old, being in storage where god knows what climbed or produced offspring on them. I don’t fucking think so.

“Hey there, stranger.” Luce, the sexy as sin sergeant-at-arms for our Lady charter, comes up to me. I’ve stuck my cock in her many times, and it never gets old.

“Hey baby, how ya been,” I ask while wrapping her in my arms for a hug. Sweetest piece of pie, but fuck if she isn’t deadly with a gun.

When we drop from our embrace, I take a moment to look her over. Her short, cropped brown hair is longer than it was the last time I fucked her, and she’s added a Monroe piercing along with the stud in her nose. Her brown eyes twinkle when she smiles at me, and her tits move in and out as she breathes. Small little thing. I forget she’s so tiny and short.

“Checkin’ me out as always, babe.”

“You know it, Luce.”

“I’ve been good, to answer your question. Besides shackin’ up with you assholes. It’s been pretty tame.”

I forgot how easy it is to talk to this woman.

“Sniper…”

Piper. I turn around, and she clucks her tongue at me as she walks up to us. “Hi, I’m Piper,” she says to Luce.

Besides Piper, Luce is another close friend. Not as close as Piper and me, but close, and I have a gut feeling I will sense jealousy soon.

“Luce,” Lucy replies.

“Sniper, Berry is wantin’ to know how many people we should cook for? She’s been cookin’ and freezin’ food for hours, I hear.” Piper moves her attention back to me.

In my head, I try to tally all the people, but I can’t give her a direct count.

“You guys need to cook for about around a hundred people or so. The lady charter will help. They usually do when we have lockdowns like this. Tell Berry to give them some food, and they’ll bring it over and use this kitchen while you guys use the live-in kitchen.”

Piper’s eyes widen. “That many fuckin’ people? Does Berry know I’m comin’ back with a number that high?”

I chuckle. “Darlin’… this isn’t Berry’s first rodeo.”

She doesn’t say anything else to me, and I know she can tell I have chemistry and a past with Luce. I should have told her about Lucy long ago, but I honestly forgot all about her. I’m going to hear about this for a long time to come.

I watch as she walks away from me without even saying a goodbye. Yeah, I am in big ass trouble.

“You’ve replaced me.”

Jesus fuck. “Luce, you’ve never been the jealous type. Don’t start now. Go help Berry, please.” I tack on the please to get her out of my hair quicker. I need to figure out why I haven’t told Piper about Lucy and to do that, I have to get away from her.

“Fine. Whatever.”

No clue why Lucy is acting the way she is. She knows I’ll fuck her if she wants. She’s still a good friend. I need to stop getting close to women if the end result is jealousy. I won’t deal with that shit.

My gut is screaming we’re about to experience the worst damn lockdown we have ever seen.

Goddamnit!

***

Chapter Nine

It’s a Breakneck Chapter

Piper

“How close to Sniper are you?” Luce asks as we walk into the live-in.

Hell if I want to get friendly with her.

“He’s one of my good friends.” That is all she is getting out of me. If she can question me, I sure the fuck can question her as well. “How close are you?”

She giggles. A fucking biker chick that giggles. A migraine is already forming in my skull. Great.

“We’ve been fuck buddies for years.”

And there it is.

Is she only a fuck buddy and toy to him?

I can deal with a simple fuck buddy, but if he is closer to her than that, it will eat me up inside. I don’t mind sharing his affection with whores.

“We’ve also been good friends for years as well.”

And the jealousy monster rears its ugly head. I excuse myself from her as quick as I can, rattle off the number to Berry as I pass the kitchen, and flee upstairs.

I am the convenient friend, the one replacing the bitch downstairs because I live here. My stomach ties itself in knots as I land face first into my mattress. The only person who truly knows about my past and knows more details than I have told anyone else is a fraud of a friend. A friend I love and who apparently conveniently loves me.

This will be the worst lockdown.

***

Winter

Staring into the eyes of a woman who has fucked my husband on multiple occasions isn’t fun. At first, I wanted to strangle her. She is lucky as fuck I cannot get out of this bed and cause her bodily harm. The club is about to become overrun, and I am stuck in this bed and away from it all. But even though I want to be down there and to be helping, I have to think about Braxx and my child.

“So, we gonna be cool?” she asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“You plannin’ on tryin’ to seduce my husband while you’re here,” I question.

She crosses her arms as my husband walks in. “I don’t try to fuck married men. I don’t have many morals, but that is one that I pride myself in.”

Yeah, we will see, you slutty cunt.