Storm's Spirited Harmony: The Grim Reapers Mc book 1

by Stacy Barnett

  As I follow the men, as they drag our captive guests outside, my cell phone rings and the name that pops up on the screen was Simon. Growling under my breath at the fucked-up timing, I answer it quickly. As soon as I click the button to talk, I hear it is the big man himself, “hello kotoyonok, ‘kitten’ how may I be of service for you today?”.

  Taking a deep breath in and growling down the phone line, “first of all Simon, I am not your kitten and second of all you told me, you dealt with Ivan and I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. I did you a huge favour with those fucking Italians, trying to take your turf and you said you would return the favour but killing Ivan. So, am I going to have to help the Italians now for your disrespect or what?”.

  Simon lets out a deep breath, before answering in a tight voice, “I was told he was swimming in the bay, but obviously, I was misinformed and no you will not go deal with the fucking Italians, they have no honour. I will deal with Ivan personally and you will have no more problems with him. I am truly sorry for this little one and I will make everything all better, you will see”.

  Running my hands angrily through my hair, I look over at a concerned Storm. He went to move to my side, but I waved him off, as this was my problem to deal with, “fine Simon you take care of him and you better have a better look at your men, because someone in your organisation let him go. Your missing man has been hanging around one of my coastal ware houses with a Dirty Dogs member. The pair of them set up camera’s and fucking booby traps in my empty warehouse, for god knows reasons. They also tried to get into one of my compound warehouses, to do the same thing. I was told by a source, that someone is spreading around a fucking rumour, that I am shipping a large parcel of bloody diamonds for Christ sake. I only run guns for Samuel but that will be changing soon, as I am taking my club legitimate and before you say anything, yes, I will still help you when you call. I don’t abandon my family and friends. If you hadn’t help Samuel when I was little, I wouldn’t be here today, so there are no worries with us….”.

  My friend sighs down the line and tells me what I want to hear, “fine sweetheart, I will deal with my end and you deal with yours. Someone’s head is going to roll for this and it isn’t going to be mine. I will call you, when I have dealt with our mutual problem and on another note, I hope I will see you at my next Christmas party, yes?”

  Chuckling at the natural born flirt, “I wouldn’t miss your party for the world, Samuel and momma are going to be there as well”.

  “Love you sweetie”.

  “Love you too dyadya, ‘uncle’….”. hanging up on him was always hard because he was one of the few men to always support me in my training and in my life. When I told Storm that Samuel kept us away from that kind of life, I wasn’t telling the whole truth. Uncle Simon, was there watching over my shoulder as Samuels best friend, so when I got older I could help him out of a few sticky situations involving an old Italian family thinking they could run slave girls through Uncle’s turf and get away with it and other things.

  That family never even saw me coming. By the time, I was finished with them, they were flat broke and on their way back to their country of origin. The money I took off of them, was donated to the smith family and they used it for the poor and homeless in Queensland. It was one of my many debts I paid back to my uncle and we have been helping each other out ever since.

  When I first contacted him about Ivan, he had asked me if I was one hundred percent sure about his man and when I showed him photo evidence of Ivan being the one that bought me off my father when I was ten years old, he flipped his shit. The Russians are a strong and proud people, especially anything that involves family. They also don’t believe in selling human slaves, just to get ahead in life. Sure, don’t get me wrong, my uncle is into some heavy stuff, like drugs and guns, but he doesn’t go against what he was taught by his grandfather and that is anything to do with the skin trade.

  He was told by him, that all human life is precious, and we must protect it, no matter what. I asked him one day when I was fifteen years old, if that was his belief, why does he sell weapons and drugs? And you know what he told me, he said people have a choice to pick up a gun or to snort drugs, but if they are sold by others they lose that choice.

  I remember smiling with what he said and that is why I trust him with my life, to this very day. Slipping my phone in my back pocket of my leathers, I walked over to my love and grab a handful of his cut, to pull him down to my lips, “I love you Charlie, with everything in me and I want you to know you are going to be a daddy in about eight months’ time. Do you think you can handle that?”.

  Storms mouth falls open and he squeaks out, “you’re going to have my baby?”. I quickly nod up at him and smile sweetly at his squeaky answer, before answering him bluntly, “yep….”.

  His handsome smile spreads across his face and he stops breathing for a minute, before he wraps his hands around my waist and picks me gently up, before he is swinging me around and around, until I squeal out to him, “honey if you don’t stop spinning me, I am going to throw up on you and trust me that won’t be pretty”.

  My love quickly puts me down and looks me in the eyes concerned, “oh…...god, I didn’t hurt you or the baby, did I? I am just so fucking happy and now I don’t have to wait to ask you something important”.

  In the middle of the crappy houses overgrown yard, my ol’ man goes down on one knee and looks deeply into my eyes smiling, “I was going to do this tonight but I can’t wait any more. Harmony Elizabeth Blake, will you do me the honour of becoming not only my ol’ lady, but my wife as well. I promise to love you and treat you like a queen, until I draw my last breath. You have given me something I only dreamed about and that is a family of my own. Marry me baby and make me the happiest man on the planet”.

  I look at him and begin to sob, while shaking my head in a yes. He jumps up and starts hooting and hollering that he caught himself, his own goddess and she was going to marry him. When he settles down a little, he doesn’t waste any time and slips on the single most beautiful ring, I have ever seen, right onto my ring finger. Looking down to it, with blurry wet eyes, I couldn’t help but admire the simple design of it. It was gold band woven in a Celtic knot design and between each loop, was a single blue sapphire, that sparkle whenever I move my hands.

  Looking up at him, I smile wetly, “thank you for being mine”. He leans down to me and pulls me close to him, then kisses me with so much hunger, I feel he could eat me alive. We go off into our own little world of passion fuelled kissing, when yet again Black Widow interrupts us, “ah…. guys, I have said this before, but um…can we go now, so some of us can get some fun of our own. Also, I can hear the cops coming and I don’t think you would appreciate them, taking our sedated guests in the back of the cage”.

  Moving my lips away from heaven that is my fiancé, I nod to my road captain and friend, I step back from Storm and jog over to my ride and get on. Looking over my shoulder, I see everyone is ready, so I gun my engine and we are off back home.

  As we ride, I have so much going through my head, it feels like my brain is about to fucking to explode. With Simon taking care of my neighbourhood Russian, I can concentrate on dealing with killing my father and dealing with his ex-club brothers. The two in the back of the four-wheel drive are destined to end up six foot under in the fields out back, or in the furnace but before that happens, I need to know where my father is and what he is up to. I also should find out what is so special about my warehouses that the Dirty Dogs are interfering with them and laying traps.

  It doesn’t take us long to get back to the club house and to pull into the underground garage, before my love has me off my bike and in his arms again. Maybe telling him I was pregnant before I sorted out all this shit, was a little premature, but heh, I couldn’t hold that back from him. He will just have to learn I will not put our baby in any harm, and will kill anyone if they tried to hurt me or our child.

  Patting Storm on his bicep, I l
ook up to him and smile softly, “honey, you’re going to have to let go, so I can do my job”.

  “No….”.

  Sighing I try another tactic, “my love, do you trust me?”.

  He looks down to me as if I have offended him somehow and growls, “of course I fucking trust you, but I have this over whelming urge to protect you and our little one. Please don’t ask me to back down, as I bloody well won’t. You said, I am your co-president, right?”.

  I simply nod and say nothing.

  “Well let me take care of the physical side of things, until you can bring that baby of ours into the world happy and healthy. You can still go on and control the business side of things with the club but just use me as your muscle instead of you trying to do it all. I can’t handle the thought of either one of you getting hurt, when I could have prevented it in some way. Besides, this will allow me to show off my own skills, and impress the love of my life. So, you okay with me taking over the reins for a while and letting you relax with our baby?”.

  Smiling happily, I give his arms another squeeze and put my head on his chest to take a deep breath in, “my you can be pretty persuasive when you want to be and yes I am okay with you being my big strong man. Just as long, as I get the killing blow to my father, I’m all good with you being the man of the house”.

  I turn to the club’s cage and see Sniper is back already from taking the traitors families away to a safe harbour. And by the looks of it, he is happy to be home, because the crazy bastard, was smiling as he roughly pulls Wolf out of the back, just to let him fall down to the cement floor with a groan. Walking up to them, I look inside the van for Cain and get a strong whiff of piss coming out of the back. Gagging, and trying not to vomit, I step back and look at how one our guest must have pissed himself, when he was unconscious, namely Wolf.

  Looking up at Black Widow, I watch as she goes down on one knee and whispers something into Cain’s ear. I giggle behind my hand, when Cain pales and wets himself too. Widow just stands there and smirks down at the weak man, before turning and walking over to me.

  “Do I even want to know what you said to him, that would make him piss himself?”.

  Widow looks at me blankly as if to say, ah…no. I just shake my head and tell them what I wanted done, “Sniper can you and the boys, take these two down to the secondary holding cells and make sure you lock them in personally”.

  The secondary cells have biometric locking systems, that only have mine and Snipers DNA encoded into them. So, if someone else was to try and get into the cells they wouldn’t get passed those locks and they would set off alarms. Sniper and Turner grab a man each and begin to drag them downstairs, all the while our guests were screaming profanities at them.

  Looking up to my love, I smile, “I will be in the observation room, so I can watch and hear what they have to say. I need to find out what my father is up to and those pricks will know what exactly. The Death Dealers never disbanded or got broken up, because if they had, Wolf wouldn’t have tried to pull the wool of my eyes and have Cain do the same thing. The only thing, I think they are telling the truth about is the fact, they both hate my father. Wolf didn’t like the Russian coming around all the time and stirring up trouble, so he sent him my way. Now if Simon, does his job properly, I won’t have to worry about that particular Russian any further. That bastard thought he was sneaky, joining forces with the Dirty Dogs and could work around me. The only thing he must not have realised is, that I am more deadly when fucking stalked and have friends in equally high places”.

  I clap my hands together and look up to Storm, “right have fun talking to your past prez, just remember I will just be through the wall watching you, if you need me for anything”.

  Storm looks down to me and smiles, before taking my hand and walking me inside, “baby, I’ve got this. Those bastards may think they taught me everything they know, but they are in for a few surprises, as I had learned a lot more on the fucking streets of Boston, before I ever met them”.

  We walk hand in hand, down the hallway that leads down to the second level of the underground compound together, and as we come to a large steel door, I lean over and let it scan my retina. A moment later the door silently opens inwards, to reveal a large room, that has cells running along the back room.

  Looking over my shoulder, I find a stunned Storm staring down at me, that makes me chuckle, “what. I believe in security and when momma is here, I need to know she is safe”.

  “Baby, does all your investment banking pay for this stuff?”.

  Before I can answer him, my meddling sister Clara pops up behind us and scares the daylights out of me, “Harmony, can I go outside now that you are home?”.

  Putting my hand over my racing heart, I roll my eyes at Storm and turn to look down at Clara, “yes you can go out and play, but you must take Dodger with you and do as your told. Momma said they will be home soon from there second honeymoon and she wants you in one piece”.

  Clara jumps up and down squealing as she loves the idea of playing in the tree house I had built out in the back yard, just for her, when she visited. I didn’t get to say anything else to her, as she was out the door and sprinting down the hallway, heading for the main floors living room, screaming out for Dodger.

  Chuckling, I turn back to a smiling Storm and wave him in, while I go into the observation room. I went to the small fridge behind the bar and pulled out a peach flavoured water, before sitting down to watch the show. Opening the bottle, I take a long thirsty drink and then as I put it beside me, Sniper sticks his head just inside the door, “am I working with Storm or you prez?”.

  I look at him with one eyebrow up and a crooked smile, “I made an agreement with Storm, that he was going to be my muscle, as I just found out I am pregnant with his baby. Am I going to have a problem with you Jack with my decision?”.

  Sniper turns pink after I said his real name, and walks quickly into the door, to take me in his arms, “congratulations sweetheart, I hope you both are…”. He didn’t get to finish, as my man sticks his head in through the door too and begins to growl, as I was still in Sniper’s arms.

  “Get your fucking hands off my woman, before I rip them off your body and use them as bats on the rest of your body”.

  Sniper chuckles and holds onto me, that little bit longer, just so it would piss my ol’ man off. Shaking my head at the pair of them, I speak to my love first, “Storm, he is just giving me a congratulatory hug for being pregnant and nothing else, so stop growling”, then I turned to my vice president and warned him to behave himself, “and Sniper, stop egging on my man, just so you can see him squirm. The pair of you are going to have to work together for the foreseeable future and I don’t need the aggravation. So please get over this bullshit rivalry and learn to get along, it’s not good for the baby….”.

  Storm just chuckles and reaches out to pull me in close to him, and to give me a soft kiss on my temple, “sorry baby, I promise to get along with Sniper and make the baby happy, alright?”.

  I knew he was going to be a smartass and he just proved it, by smirking at the end of his bullshit apology. Instead of saying anything back at him, I turn him around and begin to push him out the door with a laughing Sniper behind him. When I was alone again, I sat down and settled in for the interrogation to get under way.

  A few minutes later, Sniper walked pass the one-way window, with a groaning Wolf dragging behind him. My vice president pushes the Death Dealers president down onto the steel chair and went to sit on one of the opposite ones at the table. Storm comes in soon after, with a blank expression on his handsome face and gets straight to it, “where the fuck is Pain, Wolf and don’t fucking lie to me or I will cut off your balls, then shove them down your throat?”.

  Wolf snarls like his namesake and looks at the window, believing I was behind it, “I ain’t talking to you fuckers, unless the little lady behind the glass comes out to play….”.

  He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, before
my love slams his clenched fist, into the side of his head in a king hit and amazingly Wolf doesn’t go down from the blow. The stupid bastard just laughs like a bloody hyena and looks straight ahead, as nothing just happened.

  Sniper tries this time with the question, but this time he follows it with a punch to his gut, “where the fuck is Pain, you dumb fucking bastard?”.

  Wolf curls up into himself but still stays silent and just when I was about to get up, to intervene, Black Widow walks into my little room and sits down. Looking across at her to ask her what she wants, I let a laugh slip passed my lips as she was sitting there playing with a full syringe.

  “Ah…...Widow, what are you doing with that shit?”.

  She looks at me real calmly and then smiles crookedly, “well, I thought the big tough men of this club, could use some help from the women folk around here, so I brought down some of my personal stash of sodium thiopental or in laymen’s terms, truth serum to use. That prick in there, will never give them the truth, if he thinks he has a way out. You must remember, he is a president just like you and a more experienced one at that too. So, my friend, should I go and shoot up the prick and have some fun with them?”.

  Giggling at her eagerness to help, I say to her, “Firstly, I must say that is coolest thing I have ever seen you do and you have done some crazy shit, since I have known you and secondly why the hell have you got that shit in your personal stash in the first place?”.

  Widow chuckles evilly, “I use it on my new lovers. If they are honest and tell me they just want a good time in bed with me, I let them live. If they say they just want to have sex with me, to try and make a girlfriend jealous, they don’t make it out alive. My man Breaker passed with flying colours as he said, he thought I was the most beautiful creature in the world and he would like to have me forever. So, I think I will keep him, until he figures it out for himself and then I will make him work for it. Now can I use it on b one and b two in there please?”.