Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  “I know she’s a bit innocent and shy compared to what you're used to seeing around the club. She’s one of the good ones, son. She’s not one of those nasty skanks I’ve seen you sneak in and out of your dorm room. She’s the one who you settle down with; the one who will be there when you come home with the weight of the world on your shoulders and need someone to lean on. She’ll be the one you can trust to have your back in bad times and the one to raise my grandbabies right alongside you. Don’t let this shit get in the middle of that. You need to man up and be there for her like I know that girl would be there for you.”

  I choose that moment to break my silence. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. It’s not like that mom and never will be. She’s far too good for this place and the likes of me. I don’t know what’s kept her in these parts for the last four years, but it sure isn’t anything to do with me.” I regretted speaking up even before my words left my mouth. I might not be able to see my mother’s face, but I know she was smiling waiting to strike back.

  “You and your brother are both dumbasses. Both of you try to mask pining away for the two women, I think, are best suited for you because you’re scared.” Mom had a point, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.

  “I ain’t scared of shit,” I said turning to look at my mother, not believing my last statement. “I sure as hell ain’t scared of some chick. She’s a sweet girl and didn’t deserve what happened to her tonight. I’ll make it right for her, and that’s that. When all this is done, she’ll go back to living her life just like she has been for the last four years. Hell, this might be what sends her packing.” Once the words left my lips, I felt the pang in my heart. I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if Bree packs up and leaves town.

  “Well then, I suggest you stop lying to me and yourself before that happens. I’ve seen the way you look at her and let me tell you, you have the same look on your face that your daddy does when he looks at me. The looks she gives you when you not looking are like looking in a mirror. Stop filling the void with cheap ass sluts and go after what you and I both know you want. Don’t let that beautiful girl get away from you. Your father and I would like to be able to play with our grandkids before we get too old. You're no spring chicken yourself, fucker. You’ve got a birthday coming up next month, the big three O. Take some time to take care of the shit at hand but when the smoke clears you better be ready to step up, or I’m going to kick your ass myself,” my mother threatened.

  “Whatever, mom. I’ve gotta get moving. The sun's coming up, and we’ve got brothers from all over, riding in later today. I need to go get her shit and get back here to help out unless you feel like taking over as the Sargent at Arms?”

  “Nah, you, assholes couldn’t handle it if the women run this shit,” mom said with a laugh before continuing, “I’ll leave you to it after I say one last thing. You are good enough for her. You, my son, are one of the most selfless, bravest, kindest and carefree men I know. You deserve her just as much as she deserves you.” I sat there refusing to respond to my mother’s last statement. She walked over and kissed me on the top of my head before retreating to the house.

  I waited until I watched the door shut securely behind my mother before I made my way to my bike. I’d have to take my sled over to the clubhouse and grab the club van before I could go to Brees. I could take my Camaro, but I wasn’t about to let her horse dog lay, drool or chew on my leather seats. My car was two years old but had less than ten thousand miles on it. It still had the new car smell, and I intended on keeping it that way.

  An hour later I was walking up the steps to Bree’s apartment door. I could hear the dog’s whining before I made it to the top step. The poor guy had to have been left unattended for over fourteen hours now. Bree’s shift at the bar had started at five the night before, and it was now almost seven in the morning.

  I’ve been to Bree’s apartment a few times. Before when I had to help with moving in some furniture and then a few times for repairs that had to be done to the apartment that I made sure to tag along with the guys to do. I’ve even met the horse dog before. Once here and several times she had been walking him around town. I say walking him, but it seems the dog walks her. The damn horse dog weighs the same as she does if not more.

  When I opened the door, I was glad that I wasn’t overrun with the smell of piss or shit. At least the poor boy could hold it. If he hadn’t, I’d be on the phone calling up one of the prospects to come take care of it. Wanting to put the poor dude out of his misery I ran to the kitchen to release him from the massive dog crate. After getting the latches undone, I was pushed into the wall as the gigantic dog barreled through the door of the crate. I wasted no time righting myself as he was already scratching at the door waiting for me to let him outside.

  Diesel took his sweet time outside stopping to piss on every wheel and tree around before finally taking a shit in the neighbor's front yard. I smiled to myself knowing that the preppy bastard that lives next door would, more than likely, step right in it as he goes to leave for work this morning. Serves that asshole right. I’ve heard Bree complain about his ass on more than one occasion. The douche is always giving her a hard time about the dog barking, the leaves not being raked in the yard, the headlights beaming through his bedroom window when she comes home late from work or being awoken by the car starting in the morning when she leaves for the early shift at the diner. The guy is a total ass. A few of the brothers have offered to stop by and scare the shit out of him, but she always begs us not to.

  Finally, the horse dog makes his way back over to me. With a little persuading using the box of dog biscuits, I get Diesel in the house. Lucky for me, as soon as he walks in the house, he was distracted by the bowl of food sitting in the corner of the kitchen. With the dog now occupied, I get straight to the job at hand. I needed to get Bree packed up and quickly. The brothers from our other chapters would be rolling in soon enough, and I needed to get back.

  If I had been thinking more clearly, I would have showered and changed before leaving but after the events of last night, it was the furthest thing from my mind as I walked into the bathroom of Bree’s apartment. I stood looking around the room and felt completely out of my element. There was makeup, smell good shit, hair brushes, razors and so much more girly shit all over the place. My mind was spinning trying to think of what she would think was a necessity and what wasn’t. Needing a break from my thoughts I choose to deal with the bathroom last. For now, I’d find some bags to pack shit in and start in the bedroom.

  Her bedroom was much simpler. It held only one dresser, a bed, a desk and a dirty clothes hamper. Instinctively I went to grab the clothes hamper and carry it to the door. She could wash them at the house killing two birds with one stone. One, I knew these were clothes she would be wear because she’s obviously worn them already and two, she wouldn’t come back to her apartment with the stench of musty, dirty clothes. It could be months before she ever steps back here. This shit with the club has gone on long enough, but until every one of those mother fuckers takes their last breath, I won’t let her out of my sight.

  The dog was still chomping away as I dropped the hamper by the front door. I shook my head at the massive beast as I made my way back to her bedroom to get the rest of her things going straight to the closet in her bedroom looking for something to pack her shit in. On the top shelf, I found a few oversized duffle bags. Bags I’m certain held everything she had once owned when she showed up a few years back. I decided that I would use one for whatever I could grab from the bedroom and then I would take the second in the bathroom to fill with everything that would fit.

  I went straight to the dresser starting from the bottom. Call me a pussy if you want, but I made sure to leave the top drawer for last. The top drawer would probably hold a variety of bras and undies, causing me to haul ass to the bathroom to rub one out while visions of Bree standing in only a matching set of bra and panties would invade my mind. As I made my way thr
ough the drawers of clothing, I realized that most of what the girl owned were in the hamper. There was only two pair of jeans, a few tee shirts and those sleepy shorts the girls wear to bed left in the drawers of her dresser. I’ve never really noticed, because let’s face it that girl with all the curves looks good in anything she has on, but they all look like they’ve been worn for some time. Not that anything ripped or had holes in them, just broken in or well worn. She’s not like any other girl I’ve been interested in. All the other women who have caught my eye have always worn name brand flashy clothes and were well put together. If I had to guess Bree was someone who, if it was clean, didn’t care what she wore. The few tee-shirts seemed to have a variety of different bands on them or different places she has visited. She’s got shirts with The Ramones, Aerosmith, The Rolling Stones, Lynyrd Skynyrd and even one of the King himself showing me she made the trip to Graceland. After looking through the shirts I’ve come to the conclusion, Bree likes old rock, just like me. Sure, I listen to the new shit but if I had my choice it would be the southern-rock, from the seventies. Something else that makes me feel an even stronger pull to her I’ve been trying to avoid. I shake it off and get back to what needs to be done, and that doesn’t include me daydreaming of what could be with the girl who has been wracking my dreams since I laid eyes on her four years ago.

  With everything that was left in the bottom drawers of the dresser packed in the large duffle, I braced myself to open the forbidden top drawer. Just as I suspected, it held exactly what I thought it would yet there wasn’t much in it either. I quickly grabbed the bras and underwear, which I might add were all thongs and shoved them into the bag leaving only socks left in the drawer. When I went to grab a handful of socks, I felt something hidden underneath of them. I moved things around to get a view of what my sweet Bree might be hiding only to find a purple wand and a bottle of lube. I’ve seen and used my fair share of toys on the trashy women I spend time with, but for some reason, the thought of my sweet innocent Bree pleasuring herself fucks with my head. Thoughts of her lying in the bed that sits neatly made a few feet away from me, pleasuring herself only to call out my name as she finishes has my dick rising to attention. Thankfully, her horse dog chooses to make his way to the bedroom inspecting what I’m doing in here. His bark pulls me from my thoughts. As I turned to look at him, I can’t help but feel like I’m being judged by the damn dog. Now that he has my attention he no longer barks just looks at me with his head cocked to the side. He is staring me down making me feel worse than I already do. “I’m sorry buddy. I didn’t mean to find it. I’m just trying to get your mama a few things and then take you to her.”

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m talking to a dog having a one-sided conversation, and yet it’s like he understands. As I go back to packing socks, along with her little toy, in the bag, he walks over and uses his head to nudge my free hand. I bend down to his level, which isn’t very far, and scratch behind his ears. This must have won me a few brownie points because the next thing I knew I was wiping a slobbery kiss off my face. “I guess that means I’m forgiven, dude. Come on. Let’s get the shit from the bathroom and get you over to our girl. She’ll be happy to see your big ass when she finally wakes up.”

  Again, as if he can understand me, Diesel follows behind me as I leave the bag of clothes on the bed and grab the other empty duffle to make my way to the bathroom to pack the rest of her things. I’m not sure when but at some point, my shadow leaves the room. I yelled for him as I carried the bag from the bathroom to the front door, but instead of coming to me, he just started barking. His barking set me on high alert I drop the bag and pull my gun from my waistband before moving back to where the sound is coming from. Slowly I open the door, expecting an unexpected visitor, only to find the dog perched right beside Bree’s desk barking. I’m not sure why he’s barking, so I grab the bag of clothes from the bed to take out to where the rest of the stuff by the front door is and call for him to follow me. Diesel is still barking from the bedroom when I set the bag down next to the hamper and make my way back to him. He is still in the same spot, same position, as he was when I left a few moments before. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something that I’m not getting.

  I speak to him; of course, the only answer I get is a bark. “Ok, dude, are you trying to tell me something.”

  BARK! It’s all I get from him.

  “Well, what is it knucklehead,” I ask again trying to understand what has him riled up.

  BARK! BARK! He goes on again, but this time, I see his nose nudged the drawer on the side of the desk. “You trying to tell me there’s something in there? You think it’s that important? We’ve gotta get going, dude.”

  BARK! BARK! BARK! This fucker isn’t going to let up. Maybe it’s where she keeps his treats or toys. I don’t fucking know. However, I’m sure if I don’t open the drawer I’ll have to drag his ass out of here. What the hell can it hurt? I move over to the desk to open the drawer expecting to find something for the dog when instead, I find several notebooks and a laptop. “Is this what you’re trying to tell me? You thinking Breezy will want these things?” BARK! BARK! BARK!

  I guess I have my answer then. I made sure to grab all the notebooks, the laptop, and its charger before calling after him again to follow me. Only this time he does it without hesitation. He has a bounce in his step, and his tail is wagging. I don’t know for certain, but I think this dog just scored me some brownie points with his owner. I’ve got a feeling that Breezy will be over the moon when we get back, or at least I hope. If she’s happy, it might help keep her at the house without too much argument.

  It’s after eight when I finally get everything loaded in the van to make my way back to the clubhouse. It was still too early for everyone to be stirring over at the house, so I opted to just let the horsedog go with me to get cleaned up. Once I had a shower, I’d head over to deliver him and her stuff to her. It was a good plan until I seemed to let myself fall asleep after taking my shower. I woke up to my phone ringing non-stop, and the beast of a dog curled up on the other side of the bed snoring his ass off. My phone stopped ringing long enough for it to start again. Something was going on, causing me to leap up from the bed with my towel still wrapped around me from my shower hours before.

  I hit the green button on the phone to answer, but before I could say a word, Wall’s voiced boomed through the speakers. “Where the Fuck are you at?”

  “I’m here at the clubhouse, asshole. It wasn’t my night to stand guard so after getting Bree’s shit together I came over here to get cleaned up. Must have fell asleep. What the hell is your problem? Why the fuck is my phone blowing up? Is Bree okay? Did those fuckers come back while I was gone,” I asked feeling myself coming unhinged at the thoughts of those assholes getting near Bree again?

  “No, Bree’s fine, although, you might not be if you don’t get your ass over here to the house. Prez is on the warpath right now,” Wall answered giving no hint of why Axle was fuming.

  “What are you not telling me, man? I thought him, and Avery would still be tucked away upstairs. Something happen in the few hours I’ve been gone?”

  Wall hesitated a few moments before answering me. “Romy and Avery are gone. They snuck off to head back to California. Fucking Madison and Athena helped them leave with everyone sleeping earlier this morning. They claim they’ll be back at the end of the week, and I’d have to agree with them being Avery left Hunter here with us, but Axle’s not taking it so well. Nobody can get in touch with either of them, and he’s starting to freak the fuck out.”

  “Why in the hell would those two take off with everything going on around us? They should know better,” I said stating the obvious.

  “Yeah, well, Madison claims that Avery got an email about coming out to record for the band’s new album. I guess the manager of the band is a true prick and threatened to fire Avery if she didn’t get her ass out there to do whatever the fuck it is she does for the band. From what I’ve been
told Avery knew that disappearing would be the only way to get out from under Axle and save her job. I don’t know much more than that, but you’re the SA. This is your department. I’m the enforcer; I just get to crack skulls when needed. You best get your ass over here before Axle realizes you’re not here dude,” Wall finishes.

  “I’ll be there in ten. Is Bree up yet,” I ask as I move around the room gathering clothes.

  Wall just starts laughing his demonic laugh in my ear before he speaks again. “Dammit, every one of us is dropping like fucking flies. Before you know it, we’re all gonna be shackled with an old lady,” he says laughing some more. I don’t even respond to his comment. I just end the call and get myself together. Once I’m dressed, I throw a hat on to cover my hair. I don’t have time to waste on trying to gel it to stay back out of my eyes because I need to get my ass over to the house pronto. Not only will I be the one in charge of running down contacts and leads on the girl's whereabouts, but I need to lay eyes on Bree. I’m hoping that she’ll bounce back from the shit from the night before without closing everyone out.

  I had almost forgotten the brothers from other chapters coming in. With the horse dog in tow, I made my way through the sea of faces that crowded the bar area of the clubhouse. I stopped only a few times to give the occasional handshake or brotherly hug before I made my way out the door to the van. I wasted no time getting over to Carrin’s house. God knows I had to get Bree’s shit unloaded, and the dog situated before I would be able to have a sit down with the rest of our crew. Once we had a game plan, we would head over to the clubhouse and let the rest of our brothers in on exactly what’s been going on. As soon as I walked through the back door of Carrin’s I knew it was shaping up to be a long fucking day already.