Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  “Baby, I talked to Queenie this morning and she’s going to move her things down with the rest of the girls in the basement. We’re going to be taking her room. She was going to have the prospects help the two of you while we road to meet with Anthony. I guess now that none of us are going anywhere I’ll be lugging shit up and down the stairs today.”

  “I’ll go ahead and get my stuff together, so we can get everything situated before Anthony gets here. You’ll love him, baby girl. He went to school with these boys. His father was a hanger before he passed. Anthony was only seventeen at the time and was made to move to live with his mother outside of Columbia. He tried to protest having to relocate. There was a bunch of us, myself included, that went to court with him to push for him to stay here with Boomer and Momma Bear while he finished school. In his eyes, the courts failed him when they sent him to live with his mother. Anthony was always the smart one and we all knew he would go far in life. I can honestly say we were all shocked when he pursued law but in the end, we’re his most loyal client. He’ll always be considered family. He’ll look out for you, trust me,” Queenie explains to Bree.

  Queenie was right, Anthony was a standup dude. He never wanted this life, but he still held close ties with us and would always be welcome here. Avery’s suggestion for him to come visit couldn’t have come at a better time. Not with just the shit with Bree but he also hasn’t been to visit in quite some time. I know my mom was complaining when he wasn’t able to visit for the holidays this past year. It’s only Wednesday but I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t try to make the weekend out of it.

  I walked over to the couch and bent over Queenie to a lay quick kiss on Bree’s lips. “She’s right, baby. Anthony will help us get this shit sorted. I’m gonna leave you with Queenie and Avery for a bit. I need to get dressed and run over to the clubhouse to get my shit. I’ll see you in an hour or so. Love you, Angel.”

  “I love you too, Tank. I’ll see you in a little while,” Bree answered me before I turned and left the room taking Wall with me. I was waiting for Wall to comment on the turn of events but instead, he just made a beeline out the front door of the house. Not long after I heard the sound his bike fire up and take off down the driveway.

  Breezy

  I watched as my brother and the man who owns my heart walked out of the living room. I wasn’t sure where my courage to voice my opinion came from earlier but it all worked in my favor. Thanks to Avery a compromise was made, and the screaming was at a minimum. “Thank you for that, Avery. I think me trying to find my footing within the club will more than likely cause issues like this one. I’m slowly understanding what it means to be Tank’s old lady. It’s going to take some time.”

  “I understand completely. I was waiting for my man to go apeshit because I spoke up with the suggestion. I’ve been in this family my whole life and I’m still finding my way of being Axle’s old lady. You did good sticking up for yourself although your crazy to think any one of us here would have let you go see Anthony today. Hopefully, this will be the next step in ridding all the shit hovering over the club. I for one am ready to get my life back. I’ve got a damn wedding to plan,” Avery adds.

  “That you do. I want to help however I can by the way. Heck, I might just have to use yours and Axle’s love story for a new idea for a book.”

  “Speaking of books, you’re coming off the ones you’ve written so far. You said you had four other series written other than the one you’ve let Romy and Queenie read. It’s time to hand them over so we as your family can give you our reviews.”

  “Oh, honey you’ll love the ones I’ve read so far. So, I’m taking seniority and telling you to start with the ones I’ve already read. That way I can start a new series. For now, though, let’s get her up and dressed so we can get her moved in with her man. I’ll take the living room from now on. Hopefully, this shit will be over soon. I’m ready to curl up in my own bed for a good night’s sleep after soaking in my tub for a few hours.”

  When Queenie and Avery left me to dress the reality that I was naked under Tank’s shirt sank in. Even with the blanket around me I was still feeling exposed. I stood leaving the blanket pulled around me while I searched for my sleep shorts. With my panties and pajama bottoms on I was beginning to feel a little better about the situation. At least good enough to run downstairs to jump in the shower.

  After my shower and dressing for the day, I jumped right on getting my things together downstairs. By the time I had my things together to cart up to my new room Tank had already returned with the things he brought over from his room at the clubhouse. The two of us worked together getting everything put away and arranged with normal conversation. I think both of us needed a little bit of normal even if it was only for a few hours. I was in the middle of flipping through the box that contained the other stories I had written when Tank stopped to ask what I was doing.

  “What ya got there, Angel? That’s a whole lot of notebooks and paper. We need to find you something better than a box to keep all of that straight.”

  “Well, I’ve been saving some money up to eventually get a system put in place. I’ve got most of these typed up and on my laptop, but I haven’t managed to get the nerve to splurge on the printer I want. Once I’m able to print them out I can start working on getting them edited. All the girls are hounding me to be able to read what I’ve got so far, but I don’t have a way right now for them to do it other than my notebooks that I have them handwritten in. I’ll get there eventually. Until then the box will have to do, babe.” One day I will have the office and the set up I want to crank out my writing. I may never get to the point of having anything published but I’ll never be able to give up the past time that has consumed so much of my life up to this point.

  “You care to tell me what all that is, babe. I don’t like the fact that it seems important to you and I haven’t the first fucking clue what it is the girls are reading or why you need to get them edited. Give a man a break, Angel.”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. He’d probably just laugh or not take it seriously like most people. Until our trip out to California, the only people who knew about my righting was Olivia, Romy, and Queenie. My grandmother knew and always encouraged it. She knew it was my escape from everything my mother put me through growing up. I just hope when I come clean with Tank about my passion to write he won’t make me feel like an idiot. Most writers go unread or unheard of and even fewer are able to make a living at doing something they love. I’ve always avoided putting myself out there for fear of failure choosing to just keep my stories to myself. The look Tank is giving me, however, is telling me I’m not going to get out of this conversation without divulging everything to him. In my heart I know I should let him in with this last little piece of me, but my mind is screaming not to. I couldn’t take it if the man I love made a mockery of something I felt so passionate about. I could hear my grandmothers voice in my head telling me to follow my heart like she always used to. It’s the little push I needed to get past my fear of telling Tank my last little secret I’ve been keeping to myself.

  “If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t laugh even if you find the idea completely ridiculous,” I say waiting for Tank to give me an out.

  “Angel, just tell me already. I promise I won’t laugh at you. The way your gripping that box is telling me this is something very important to you. If it’s important to you then it’s important to me. Now tell me what I want to know, babe. We need to get finished up before Anthony gets here.”

  “I write stories,” I say quickly before losing my nerve. “I’ve always written even when I was a little girl. It started as an escape when I was younger. My mother would lock me in my room when I wouldn’t follow her diet regimens with a bottle of water and a few crackers. I spent a lot of time by myself. Writing was just the way for me to feel normal so to speak. I’ve always kept my stories to myself except for letting Olivia read a few. Then not long ago, Romy stumbled upon one of m
y notebooks. So, she’s read a few in the latest series I’ve written. Then when we were out for the baby shower I was found out by all the girls and some of Ben’s men. I’ve been toying with the idea of trying to get some of them published but I’m too chicken for rejection. My plan is to get a system in place where I can self-publish my own writing. I just haven’t been able to get there yet.”

  Tank was quiet for a minute causing my nerves to skyrocket. I was waiting for him to break out in a full fit of laughter. It never came. Instead, he gave me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and started rambling on about how proud he was of me; how I needed to follow my dreams; how he would do whatever it took to help get whatever system in place I needed. I was reeling in his words so much so, I zoned everything out. Tank was still talking a mile a minute, but I couldn’t hear the rest of it. It’s like his words clicked something inside me and I knew without a doubt what I wanted to do with my inheritance. He was still talking when I cut him off.

  “That’s it. Oh, my God! I know what I’m going to do! Thank you, babe. I’ll be following those dreams soon enough,” I squealed.

  “What, baby? What are you planning? What can I do to help make your dreams come true?”

  I was so excited I dropped the box and jumped in my man’s arms. “Oh, babe I don’t need you to do anything. I just want you to be happy with me if I decided to take a little break from working and focus on getting my writing published. It seems I’ll be coming into a decent amount of money soon, so I won’t have to worry about how to pay the bills while I take a few months and focus on getting my stories in print. I’ve only got a month left before I’ll have the luxury of getting a decent desk and a printer that I won’t have to replace the ink cartridges after every fifty pages. I can start with my own beta readers right here. I know the women of the family won’t have a problem giving me an honest opinion of what’s trash and what’s not. It’ll be one step closer to figure out whether I want to submit them to a big publisher or try to publish myself. Oh my God, I’m really going to do this!! I can’t wait for my birthday to get here.” I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited in my entire life. Even with all the bad stuff threatening to take me under I found joy in chasing after my dreams with a man and a family who I know will support me all the way!

  Chapter 19

  Tank

  Earlier today I watched as my Angel told me about what she wanted to do. I had no intention of letting her go back to working as much once the smoked cleared anyway so I could care less if she wanted to say fuck work and be a bum for the rest of her life as long as she was happy doing it. Yeah, I’m not going to lie and say that with the money she’s coming into she won’t have any financial worries, but I plan on taking care of my woman for the rest of her life regardless. I don’t want a cent of her money. She can spend it however she wants as long as she understands that when all this blows over that she won’t be living and paying bills on her own anymore. I didn’t breach the topic before we came down to get things situated for Anthony. Apparently, Anthony was leaving after he closed the office for the day. All it took was one call from Axle and Anthony has his secretary rescheduling all his appointments for the rest of the week. Those that couldn’t wait would be turned over to the other guy he had working there. I wasn’t sure how all that worked but Bree said the other guy was more than likely a paralegal. Whatever the fuck that is.

  I’ve been thinking about where we’re going to live when we finally put an end to all this bullshit with her parents and the club. I lived with my parents all through school and once I patched into the club I was given a room at the clubhouse. I’ve never really had to spend my money on anything except pitching in for groceries. I wasn’t a millionaire by any means, but I’ve got more money in the bank than what most people make it ten years or better. I had more than enough to build us a kick-ass house somewhere close. Hell, I might even be able to convince Carrin to let me buy a plot from her to build Breezy her dream house.

  If you would have asked me a year ago if I would be sticking to one pussy for the rest of my life, planning on building a big ass house or marriage with kids I would have cracked your skull. Especially if it was a girl who I’d only had the pleasure of tasting or fingering. I haven’t even sunk my dick into Bree’s velvety pussy and I’ve already sworn off every other female on the planet. I haven’t got a clue as to what I’ll be thinking tomorrow morning after finally getting Bree under me. I had to stop thinking about getting my girl alone in our room later tonight. My dick has been at half-staff all fucking day while we were getting our shit situated in the room.

  I had just about lost my control and take what was mine when I saw her digging through that damn box of hers. After seeing how excited she was I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. My woman was a damn writer. Soon enough I’d see her name on the cover of a damn book. After talking to her I knew as her man I needed to make sure happened. Then when I finally got her to open up a little about what some of her books were about I was lost. Apparently, my girl has written things she’s only dreamed of coming true. When she said BDSM I had to make up an excuse to get out of that room. If I didn’t I would have locked the damn door and kept her there, making even more of her dreams come true. I shut the conversation down as quickly as I could to get us downstairs around everyone else before I tied her ass to the bed for the night.

  Instead, I used the excuse of helping with dinner and needing to take care of a few things before Anthony got here. She wasn’t happy when I wouldn’t tell her exactly what I needed to take care of. She let it know she didn’t want to be kept out of the loop with the shit involving her parents. What I needed to do had nothing to do with those fuckers and everything to do with starting to make my woman’s dreams a reality. When we came downstairs Breezy jumped right in with the rest of the females making dinner. It was only four thirty, so I went to find Happy. I was hoping he’d be able to help me get something situated before I took Bree to bed later.

  Happy was at the picnic table on the back deck still looking over the folder with the shit on Bree’s parents. “You looking for a needle in the haystack motherfucker? You’ve been glued to that thing since you started this shit.”

  “Just got the feeling I’m missing something. It’s like it’s trying to jump out at me, but I can’t put my finger on it. I know were going to rely on Anthony to handle all the legal shit with the will but I’m gonna find something to nail those fuckers to the wall. Gotta find a way to keep those assholes off Bree’s back without giving them what they want. If I don’t you know what the only other option will be. Not sure who will deliver both of their asses to hell, you or Wall.”

  “Keep digging. I not opposed to burry a bullet in both of their fucking heads but I’m not sure how well Breezy will take it. I’m sold she’ll never wanna have anything to do with them again but not sure how she’d feel with one of us ending their sorry existence either. Your guy able to come up with anything else so far,” I ask hoping he’ll say yes. Not only did I want as much shit dug up on those two fucks, but I also needed a reason to head to the store.

  “Nah, man. Nothing yet. He’s still looking into a few more things but the rest of it will be up to us. I heard Throttle say earlier that the cameras around the house in Myrtle Beach were on line now. The guys even managed to get behind the gate without setting the alarm off. We now had audio and visual on there. The three that went up are gonna crash up there for a few days. Beeker has some family outside of Conway, so they were paying them a visit for a few days. That way if anything kicks off this weekend they’d be thirty minutes out, tops!”

  “Good deal, brother. Sure, hope by Sunday we’ve got a game plan together. This shit’s been going on far too fucking long. I’m ready for some peace and damn quiet,” I say to Happy before asking what I really wanted to ask when I came out here. He’s the only one other than myself that would know what to get a desk set up for Bree to get some writing done and a printer to do what she needed. “I gotta ask a f
avor, brother. I need some help with something for Breezy.”

  “I figured you were out here for something. I mean come on, you didn’t even bring a beer when you walked out here. Go on and spit it out, Brother.”

  “Yeah, I need help getting few things picked up for Bree. I need to get it set up before tonight though. I wanna surprise her ya know. I just don’t trust anybody else going to the Staples to pick out what I need. I’m sure they’ll have the printer she needs and a decent desk that will serve a purpose for the time being,” I say while scrolling through they’re website on my phone.

  “First, I wasn’t sure what you were after. Got a little worried there thinking I was gonna have to go pick up condoms and dildos for you, fucker. Second, I’m not sure what it is your looking for and were running out of time if you needing it done tonight. Why don’t you just pick it out, and order online. Have Ghost and Blaze swing over and pick it up. They just left to go in to town to check in with the fire chief. Trying to figure out how long the investigation will take so they can get the ball rolling on the insurance claim. Then they had to run into Walmart to grab a few supplies and rolls for dinner. The two stores are right across form one another, man. It shouldn’t be an issue.”

  “Fuck, that’s perfect. I’ll take care of ordering the shit. Do me a favor and call Blaze and let him know,” I said while I got busy ordering all the shit I’d need to turn our room into somewhere my woman could start getting shit in order. Hopefully I’ll be able to pull this shit off. I know she’ll be happy plus it’ll give her and the rest of the women in the house something to keep their minds off of shit.

  Around six thirty I got a message from Blaze letting me know they were on their way back. Earlier I had enlisted Romy to keep Bree distracted downstairs while I had time to get the shit up to our room without her seeing anything. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted it to be a surprise. Considering I spent a small fortune I was still feeling like I was missing something. I made sure to get extra ink cartridges and a whole case of paper along with every supply I could think of to make it a functional desk. Pens (in every color imaginable), pencils, highlighters, stapler, hole punch, file folders and so much other shit I lost count. The desk would fit in the corner of the room with shelving across the top and drawers to the bottom. The twenty-four-inch laptop with a 2TB external hard drive I bought her should go perfectly with the rest of the stuff and the office max printer to make it complete. I even sprung for a big office chair, so she would be comfortable. My plan was to have prospect Aaron stay upstairs and put the desk together then Happy would sneak upstairs to hook everything up while I kept my woman entertained at dinner. Then when it was time to turn in, early I hope, I’ll give my girl the surprise of her fucking life. Just a lot of shit to get finished in a short amount of time.