Never Forever (BlackPath MC Book 1) (30 page)

  
I’m up early the next morning and go to a car dealership and buy me a new nondescript
car in white and finally I am on my way. I get to a smaller town and go into a
truck stop to eat. I buy a map on my way in and then I sit at a table and  soon
the waitress takes my order. I take my vitamins and unfold my map.

 I
have used every trick I know about disappearing. Distractions for people
following me. Get rid of technology, phones, computers, etc. Change appearance.
Use only cash. Fake ID’s. No certain destination and never go somewhere you’ve
been. Now all I can do is hope. I close my eyes and point my pen and mark and
then I look. That is going to be my new home. About four days taking my time
and watching my tail. Five states away. I can do this. We can do this. I rub my
stomach

Sure
enough five days later I arrive and find a small motel run by a sweet little
woman. I know this is where my new home is. I asked the woman, Mrs. Clark,
where to get a good meal and she told me about a diner about a mile from here
and I go over to check it out. I check the hours out and this town must roll up
at ten because this place closes at nine and it is the only thing in town. So I
order something for now and something to go. That’s when I notice a help wanted
sign. Could I have this good of luck?  When the waitress brings me back my food
I ask her about the position and she said she would get me an application and
send the boss to talk to me. She hasn’t had a day off for two weeks and she’s
pulling doubles. Don’t know what the trouble could be in a small town but I
could do this if I stay.

 
She brings the application and I fill it out as I eat but I soon see what my
problem will be. I have a fake ID, social and birth certificate but I have no
work history or address or references. Oh well. I can wait, but a man comes and
sits across from me. The first thing I notice is, he is wearing a MC club cut.
He is a SAA in the Troubled Fathoms MC. Oh shit not another MC. Then I look at
the man and he is very handsome. His hair is longer. A sandy blonde and he has
a cool looking gray eyes. Almost like spun glass. His chest is so broad and
defined through his tight t-shirt. Nice.  He puts his hand out for me to shake
it but I just barely put my hand in his and take it back. This girl will not go
down this road again.

 “Hi.
I’m Dra and heard you was asking about the position we have?” I might as well
get this over with.

 “Sorry
I wasted your time. I just got into town. I’m staying at Mrs. Clark’s. I have
no permanent address. No references and no prior work record so to speak.” I
give it to him straight.

 “What
do you have? Someone chasing you?” He asks and I really don’t care for his
attitude. About that time the waitress brings my food to go box. I hand the
waitress twenty dollars and tell her to keep the change. And get up to leave.

 “Hey,
where you going?” Dra asks me.

  
“I don’t like prying people. I don’t ask you prying questions Mr. Sergeant At
Arms for a MC. I don’t like them either. I don’t have information. No cops are
looking for me. Keep your job. I’ll find something else.” I know I am giving
attitude but I have had a rough week.

 
“In this town if you want to work it’ll be for us. We own most of everything.”
Just my luck. Dra is a smug ass.

 
Then I walk out and drive back to the motel. I go to my room and go back to my
darkness. Sleep is the only thing that saves me.

 
I wake early the next morning and shower and I’m thinking I better just get in
my car and drive some more. When I have my stuff back together I hear a little
knock at my door and open it. There stands Mrs. Clark. She wants me to have
coffee with her so I agree but I grab my purse before I go.

 
We go back to the office and she has coffee and Danish set out. She drinks
coffee and I drink water and eat a Danish with her. She just wants company.
She’s lonely. Then I remember my vitamin. I get it out and Mrs. Clark gives me
a strange look and I explain I am pregnant and she just fusses over me. She asks
my age and I tell her. She asks me to stay a few days but I don’t know. Then we
hear a commotion in the lobby part of the motel. She goes to check it out and I
follow her so I can get back on the road.

 
In the lobby is a stringy haired man who looks like he could use a bath and
there is a bigger man with tear drops tattooed down his face. He looks
intimidating. The bigger man grabs Mrs. Clark roughly and the stringy haired
man pulls a knife out in a menacing way towards me. My hand automatically goes
to my stomach.

 “This
is none of your concern, bitch, so stay put.” The stringy haired man said
waving the knife in my direction.

 
The bigger man has Mrs. Clark pinned to the check in counter and now has his
hands around her neck. “I told that the club I would get back at them for
kicking us out and you are that ticket old woman.” He slaps her hard across the
face. So hard she has blood running from her lip but she doesn’t show fear.

 Ok,
who takes their frustration out on an elderly woman? Stringy hair guy is
enjoying watching the show from the bully and is distracted. I am just pissed.
I pull my gun out of my purse and shoot it in the air.

 “That’s
the only warning you’ll get. Let her go.” Mrs. Clark squirms herself away from
him and gets behind me. “Mrs. Clark get my purse and call whoever is going to
come and take care of these assholes.” Both guys look at me. Mrs. Clark does as
I ask but then the big guy tries to rush us and I shoot him in the kneecap.
Then I point the gun at stringy head, “You want to make it two?” With that he
bends down to help his friend. I look at Mrs. Clark, “Do you know these two?”

 “Why
yes. That one is Abe.” She points at the one I shot. “And that one is his
cousin, Harold. They used to be with my son-in-law’s club.” Just my luck. I
wonder who I pissed off now. That’s when I hear the bikes approaching.

 
Five minutes later six bad-ass looking bikers walk in and one of them is Dra
from the diner. The man in front resembles Dra a lot but older. He’s wearing
the president patch on his cut.

 
He looks at Mrs. Clark and then back to me, “Darling you can put that gun
down.”

 
“No sir I can’t. Not until Mrs. Clark tells me if you are the good guys or
someone else I need to shoot” I don’t back down a bit until I see Mrs. Clark
and the president smile. Dra looks pretty amused himself.

 
“It’s ok sweety, this is my son in-law. Definitely a good guy.”  I let my gun
down and put the safety back on then put it back in my purse.

 
Dra steps to the front and laughs, “You always carry a 45 with you?”

  
“Yes, I do. Among others. If you have this, I was just leaving.” I go to leave
but the president stops me by stepping in front of me.

 
“Don’t you want to know why she called us instead of the cops?” He’s trying to
find out if I am going to rat on them when I leave.

 
I know my next answers are important and he has to believe me. “Not my
business. Help was needed. I gave it. You’re here now. If it was me I would put
them to ground but that decision is yours and your clubs.” Direct and to the
point. Then I feel my head swim and I start to fall but strong arms catch me.
He lifts me in his arms and sits me in a chair.

  
“Get this girl some water and give her room to breathe. She’s pregnant. The
excitement probably gave her a head rush.” Mrs. Clark tells the men standing
around watching me. Mrs. Clark hands me a glass of water and I drink some and I
start to feel better.

 Dra
is squatted down in front of me, “Darling where is your man? By your
application you gave me you’re only eighteen and you’re pregnant. Why are you
by yourself?” this man is digging too deep.

 
“I don’t ask questions and I don’t like to answer them. I am not running from
the law and that is all you need to know. Now I need to leave so I can get on
the road.” With that Dra gets up and goes over to the president and Mrs. Clark
comes to sit beside me. I squeeze her hand and go to get up and the glorious darkness
takes me under again. I feel like I’m floating and I’m peaceful and I embrace
it.

The End For Now.

Watch for Catching
Forever coming Spring 2016.

                                         
PLAY LIST

1
Addicted by Saving Abel

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Ain’t worth the Whiskey by Cole SWINDELL

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Answer to No One by Colt Ford featuring JJ Lawhorn

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Back (Remix) by Colt Ford featuring Jake Owens

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Because of You by Kelly Clarkson

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Better Do It by Raelynn

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Black Betty by Ram Jam

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Calm Before The Storm by Sarah Ross

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Confident by Demi Lavoto

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Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry

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Dirty Laundry by Carrie Underwood

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G.R.I.T.S. by Brantley Gilbert

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Good Times, Cheap Wine by Kid Rock

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Gunpowder and Lead by Miranda Lambert

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Hell Raisin’ Country by Moonshine Bandits featuring Big Smo

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If You Want A Bad Boy by Brantley Gilbert

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Jekyll and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch

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Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth featuring Meghan Trainor

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Might As Well Get Stoned by Chris Stapleton

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Play Ball by AC/DC

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Read Me My Rights by Brantley Gilbert

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She’s Crazy by Moonshine Bandits

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Sweet Child of Mine by Guns ‘N Roses

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Tainted Love- Album Version by Marilyn Manson

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Take Your Time by Sam Hunt

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This Means War by Avenged Sevenfold

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Tonight Looks Good On You by Jason Aldean

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Twilight Zone by Golden Earring

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Two Rings Shy by Miranda Lambert

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You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

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Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones

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He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones

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Look At You Girl by Chris LeDoux

Copyright ©Vera Quinn 2016.

None of the material in this novella can be used by
anyone for anything   unless given permission in writing by author, Vera Quinn.
Only exceptions is short excerpts for review purposes.

All people, places, circumstances, and events are purely
fictional. Made up solely by the author.

This novella is recommended for adults only due to strong
language and violence. 18+

If family violence is a trigger of any sort for you may
want to reconsider reading.

Editor &
Formatter: Avril Stepowski

Chapter One

Tommy

  Today
I get my baby sister away from that wretched woman we have to call mom, Karen
Monroe. She is a sorry excuse for a woman, but you don’t get to choose your
parents. Callie, my baby sister, is only three and she is laying in the
hospital again with another concussion and a broken collar bone and she is
bruised everywhere. This time when Karen flew off into her drunken rage she
wasn’t as careful. The bruises were seen by her neighbor and she was taken to
jail and then CPS called me. This is not the first time, but this time she
couldn’t hide it.

  
Callie, my half-sister, is truly beautiful. She has gorgeous blue eyes and when
not being abused does nothing but laugh. She is a happy baby. I fell in love
with her the minute I held her and she’s had me wrapped around her little
fingers ever since. I’m not the only one. My best friends, Cameron, Blake, and
Trent love her, too. Cameron was the first to hold her in the hospital, because
he has baby experience with his son, Ty. He nicknamed her Baby Girl and it has
stuck. She’s everyone’s Baby Girl.

  I
am receiving temporary custody. The CPS made me take parenting classes and show
my stability. I understand they have rules, but I have been raising that girl
since she came home from the hospital. Karen only came and picked Callie up
when she thought she could use her as a meal ticket. Then she’d bring her back
to me with bruises or drop her off at a friend’s house and I would have to go
pick her up. I love the girl and it is no burden, just hard to keep a job when
I don’t know when I’ll have her. Maybe this time it will be different. Maybe
we’ll have some stability. Right after court we are going to our new home.

 
Cameron is married with a son. They just bought a big older home to be
renovated. It’s a six bedroom with four and a half baths. Older beautiful home.
His brother Trent and I are moving in to help with the mortgage and utilities.
We’ll share the food, too. His wife, Cheryl, gets to quit her job and take care
of Ty and Baby Girl. I’m starting a new job working at Lee’s Automotive and it
includes insurance. Now all my bases are covered. Trent and I are going to help
Cam do all the work on the house. We’d be there helping anyway.

 
Legal Aide appointed me an attorney. He has a big heart and is doing his best
to see that I can obtain full custody within this year. Karen has her ways
around the legal system. She knows if she walks the straight line for a while
they will give Callie back but I hope this time she gets a jail sentence.
That’s a shame to say about your own mom but I don’t want to see my sister hurt
anymore.

 
Callie’s dad has never been in her life and I will do everything in my power to
keep it that way. Diamondback is a biker. He’s not just outlaw. He’s in a one
percenter club. He’s married and has other children but he’ll never have
Callie. I swore Cam, Blake, and Trent to secrecy. Never will we let him near
her. Not while any of us are breathing. He doesn’t deserve her goodness.

 I
can remember when my life wasn’t always this way, but when my dad was killed by
a drunk driver I think they buried all the good that was in her with him. Now she
is a bitter, addicted shrew of a woman. My dad, Thomas Monroe was the love of
her life. That’s the reason she treats me reasonably better than Callie. I
remind her of him. She says I am his spitting image and she has to keep me
safe. Go figure that from a woman who wouldn’t even name her daughter. Cam and
I named Callie. Just like we do everything for her.

 Mr.
Hankins, my attorney, says I have an excellent chance to keep Callie as long as
I keep my nose clean and have help and I do have help.

 My
friend, Blake, is sitting outside of the courtroom when I come out and I am
glad I have someone to help me. Mr. Hankins was partially right. The judge has
a bleeding heart when it comes to mother’s rights. Karen is getting to go to a
lock up rehab and then she is to have training for parenting and then she can
put in to get Callie back. I was granted temporary conservatorship. We’ll have
more court dates. At least we have the next six to nine months to breathe
easily and to get some stability. Callie’s really never had that. Now I just
have to get back to Callie at the hospital. Grandma Sue is with her right now
but Callie does not like it when either Cam or I are not there when she wakes
up from her nap.

 
“Blake, we need to get going now, so I’ll be there when Baby Girl wakes up.” I
know he doesn’t like the courthouse anymore that I do. He spent many hours here
when he was younger with his mom and dad fighting over him. He’s an only child
and when they divorced it was a ruthless fight in court. He seldom talks to
either of his parents now. Cam, Trent, and I became his family when we became
his friends in high school.

 
Trent is the oldest of us and then Cam, his brother. Blake and I are both
nineteen. Karen was never much of a mom, and Cam and Trent’s mom, Cheyenne,
died when Cam was born, so their Grandma Sue has just about raised us all. She
made sure we always had clean clothes, food in our belly, and a safe place to
sleep. Now she is helping with Ty and Callie. She had so many boys, but Callie
is a new experience, her first girl. She also had three sons, Whiskey, Rye, and
Bourbon. Sue’s husband had a passion for liquor and a warped sense of humor. He
died in a car accident one night after drinking too much, Nicodemus Black
better known as Bear, was a hulk of a man. 

 We
are heading to the door to leave when the bailiff steps out the courtroom door,
“Mr. Monroe, Judge Wilson would like to speak to you in his chambers.” I look
around for Mr. Hankins, my attorney, but I guess he is already gone.

  
“My attorney has already left.” I really don’t want to talk to this judge.
Bleeding hearts are the reason Callie still has to endure being around Karen
and that pisses me off.

   
“It won’t take a minute. Judge said it was important.” I follow the bailiff to
the judge’s chambers.

   I
step inside and look around. There sits Karen, her attorney, Mr. Hankins, and
Judge Wilson. I don’t know why this surprises me. Karen always has her ways to
get the law to do what she wants.

 “Mr.
Monroe, would you please have a seat. We’d like to save some time and the tax
payers some money.” Judge Wilson tells me and I know to follow his directions.

 
“Judge Wilson, I would like it to go on record that this is highly improper.
Mrs. Monroe’s case has already been heard and it has been arranged for her to
go to the rehab as soon as space becomes available. She’s to be held in county
lock-up until then.” I thought that was the circumstances and I don’t know what
I’m doing in here.

 
“Yes, Mr. Hankins, you are correct and if you would give me a chance to speak I
will tell why we’re here.” Judge Wilson does not like being interrupted or
questioned.

 “Mr.
Monroe, someone who has a vested interest in your mother has come forth and is
willing to pay for an insurance that will pay for your mother’s rehab saving
the tax payers some money. Also saving some time because they have found her a
facility with a space for her. Saving more tax money. Does this sound feasible
to you? It will also shorten your time for your being responsible for your sister
which I’m sure will help your situation. With your age I’m sure the shortened
time would help with your circumstances.” He has to be shitting me. He thinks I
want to have less time with Callie?

 I
look to Mr. Hankins for instruction. “Judge Wilson, Your honor, does Mr. Monroe
have permission to speak candidly?” We wait for the judge to speak.

“Yes,
Mr. Monroe, please do, so we can get this over.” He doesn’t know what he just
asked for.

 
“No sir, this does not sound feasible. My little sister, Callie, is three years
old and she is in the hospital covered in bruises, a broken collar bone, and
another concussion. This isn’t the first concussion she has caused her or the
first bruises. She also received a broken wrist not six months ago. All this,
while she was in the care of Karen Monroe. She also has left her alone or just
dropped her off with people she barely knows.” The Judge looks at Karen and
then back to me.

 
“Mr. Monroe do you have proof of these circumstances. Was there any CPS cases
filed or police records?” I knew she was going to get around it.

  
“There was one CPS case but it was filed unfounded for lack of evidence and that
time she was arrested for the same thing. This is the second time she has been
arrested. A two-year-old cannot tell. I did not see it or I would have stopped
her.” Why can’t these people understand? I just want to protect my sister.

 
“Without evidence or someone to come forward it is hard to prosecute.” Judge
Wilson looks like he is thinking it over. Please let him help us.

 
“Your honor, the person providing the insurance would also help Mrs. Monroe get
suitable housing, and get on her feet when she resumes life in society. As well
as any counseling that may be needed for aftercare.” Mr. Timmons adds. He is
giving it a good act trying to convince Judge Wilson Karen will become a better
person. I don’t know how Karen could afford an attorney like Mr. Timmons or who
would pay her insurance. Who has she conned into bank rolling her this time?

 
“Judge Wilson, can I ask who is paying for the insurance? I know Karen does not
have that kind of money?” Someone has deep pockets.

 
“Not that it matters, Mr. Monroe, but it is a Mr. Tractor Bonesville.  He said
he was a friend of your family.” Her pimp is backing her. I guess she can’t
make him any money locked up. T-Bone and his brothers, Chaz and Grit are no
friends of mine.

 
“That’s her pimp.” I yell it out. I can’t help myself. She’s been getting her
drug money on her back for the last three years and I don’t trust those scum
around my baby sister.

 
“Mr. Monroe calm yourself and lower your voice. Do you have any proof of this?
By my records, Mr. Bonesville owns apartment buildings.”  This is not going
well for us I know. I have no proof. I know it’s true, but I have nothing I can
show a judge.

 
“No your honor. I have nothing to show. I just know it the same way I know if
Karen gets her hands on Callie again she will hurt her. Hurt her worse than she
already has.”  Why can’t they just look at the medical records? I don’t know
what else to do.

 
“Ok, Mr. Monroe this is what I am going to do. I am going to go with the ruling,
but I am amending it to be paid for by insurance of private pay. It will still
be a lock down facility, but not a state funded. Mrs. Monroe must stay at least
ninety days. Then she must seek follow up services.  Take mandatory parenting
classes, monitored for drug use, and have adequate housing and employment
before she can petition for contact with minor child. I am signing off on it
now. Everyone can go.” This is outrageous.

 
“Can I speak to my son alone for a second? It will only be a minute.” This the
first Karen has spoken. I’m surprised she’s kept her mouth shut.

 
“Mr. Timmons will stay and Mr. Timmons you are responsible for your client’s
actions.” Judge Wilson says as he walks out the door.

 
“Do you want me to stay Mr. Monroe? I can if you want me to.” Mr. Hankins looks
like he really wants to stay but I know Karen and she has something to say and
will only say it if he is gone, but I don’t want to be left here for long. I
may just kill her with my bare hands.

 
“Mr. Hankins, if you’ll just stand right outside. I’ll be right out.” This way
I know I’ll get out fast.

  
“What’s wrong Tommy? Scared of your mom?” This came from Karen. She must be in
rare form today. Taunting me in front of my attorney.

 
“Mr. Timmons, you need to remind your client that Mr. Monroe doesn’t have to
talk to her at all.” Mr. Hankins doesn’t trust Karen. Smart man. Then he gets
up to leave the room but turns right before he shuts the door, “I’ll be right
outside Mr. Monroe.” I give him a quick head nod.

  As
soon as the door shuts Karen goes into a little fit, “What the hell Tommy? You
treating your mom like a criminal. Haven’t I been good to you?” This is Karen’s
typical complaint. How she treats me so damn good, in reality she just hasn’t
abused me. After my dad died I was neglected and the things I’ve had to hear
come out of my mom’s mouth is shameful. The men she’s traipsed through our
house. The house my dad paid for, but now has been sold to pay off some of her
drug debts.

 “Mrs.
Monroe, I am going to step over there to give you some privacy so you need to
keep your voice down.” Mr. Timmons is giving her a warning that he can’t hear
what she is going to say. Nice.

 
“What’s wrong Mr. Timmons, do you need deniability?” I’m pissed and now we’re
alone I might as well let the suit know I’m not a pushover.

 “Ok
Karen, just spit it out. What do you have to say? What’s so important you just
have to say it now?” I just want to get it over with so I can get to Baby Girl.

 
Karen lowers her voice, “I’m putting you and that little bitch on notice. When
I get out of here I am coming for her. She is my ticket and she is damn sure
going to pay up. Are we clear Tommy? When I am out she is coming home. I have
plans and you and your friends can’t stop me. I gave birth to that brat and she
is getting me a better life. Are we clear Tommy? Whoever tries to stand in my
way, T-Bone will take care of.  I don’t want to see you hurt, but to get what I
want it will happen. You look after that brat until I’m out. Chaz and Grit will
be keeping an eye out so you can’t run. That motorcycle club, the BlackPaths,
can’t help you either. Not that Whiskey would try to help anyway.” She is full
of spite and hate. The woman I am looking at now doesn’t even resemble the
woman she was when I was young and dad was alive.