Caught (Grave Diggers MC Book 2)

by Michelle Woods

  “You don’t want kids,” Margo repeated, letting that sink in because Zoey’s words were ringing in her ears. She’d said something to the effect of, she didn’t even know if he wanted kids and she’d been right. Damn, she was an idiot. She’d broken up with him thinking he wouldn’t want her if she couldn’t have children, and he didn’t even want them at all.

  “Nope, I don’t. Maybe after five or six years, we might take in a child who needs us, but I haven’t ever wanted to have my own and still don’t. We are a pair, aren’t we?” Gunner asked shaking his head. “If I’d just told you that before you wouldn’t have run and this wouldn’t have happened at all.”

  “I can’t believe you’re laughing about this still. You know it tore me to shreds when it happened and just now telling you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” Margo complained, even though she could see the humor in the situation.

  “Shit,” Gunner said sobering. “You’re right, that’s not funny at all and I hate that you had to go through that, Margo. I hate it but it does work out in a way. Not being able to bring kids into the world doesn’t make you any less than you were before you lost that ability. You were always perfect just the way you are, Margo. Your mother is just unhappy and she can’t stand that you don’t care what she thinks.”

  “I know that in my heart, but sometimes she just gets in my head and messes me up you know,” Margo said feeling like a moron but being in Gunner’s arms helped.

  “I get that but you’re perfect and I love you, Margo.”

  “I love you too,” she whispered, feeling his love surrounding her with joy and acceptance.

  “Are we good now? No other lingering secrets that can tear us apart, because I have to say this being apart shit sucks,” Gunner muttered into her hair his arms tightly wrapped around her as she pressed her face into his chest.

  “Well, there is just one.” She said, feeling him stiffen as she smiled into his shirt.

  “What’s that?” he asked, as she pulled back from him and grinned.

  “You smell awful and need to change your clothes.”

  She couldn’t help the happiness that filled her heart as she watched him throw his head back and laugh as he chucked her under the chin with his fist gently.

  “I’ve heard that before, but if I’m showering your coming with me, babe.” He stood and lifted her, tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as he walked into the club house with her hanging upside down in his arms screeching in protest.

  “I see you finally got smart and just decided to ignore her complaints,” Buck called out to them as Gunner carried her towards his room.

  “Yep,” he said swatting her ass and continued up the stairs and into his bathroom.

  Chapter Twenty

  Gunner glared at the cabinet and sneered as he tossed away another piece of sandpaper he’d ripped to shreds. He glanced out the window and growled again when he didn’t see Margo’s car yet. Grabbing another sheet from the package on the counter, he glared at the cabinets they were sanding in the two-story farmhouse he’d bought for him and Margo a few weeks ago. It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but she’d loved the house from the moment she’d laid eyes on it and he loved buying her things she wanted. The excited glee on her face as she’d jumped up and down while talking a hundred miles a minute about how they could fix this or that to make it a real home, had him pulling money from the bank before the end of the day. He could have bought her something bigger, or hell ready to live in, but she’d wanted this house.

  “Geez, I thought you’d worked through all your shit, what’s gone wrong now?” Buck asked, using a sander to peel the paint off the doors. They’d taken them off so that it would be easier for them to sand. Gunner grunted as he went back to sanding the frames. They’d been painted by the last owners but Margo wanted them to be varnished since they were actually real wood. Buck and Topper were helping him sand them down to get them ready for the varnish.

  “Nothing’s wrong.,” he grunted.

  “Sure, and my dick’s not interested in pussy anymore. Come on man, even I know both those statements are bullshit. Cause my dick’s fine, now what the hell is going on with you?” Buck set the sander down and parked his ass on the counter watching him while he drank a beer he’d grabbed from the cooler since the refrigerator they’d ordered wasn’t in yet. He almost snorted at that because she’d spent hours in that appliance store looking for one. She’d looked at nearly a dozen of them claiming they weren’t right, before he’d finally demanded to know exactly what it was she wanted. He’d listened to her requirements, some shit about not losing the farmhouse motif before finally nodding and telling the clerk what to order. Gunner shook himself, bringing his thoughts back to the present as he twisted to look out the window again. He still didn’t see Margo’s car, making him scowl.

  “Hey fucker, I asked you a question.” Buck demanded tossing some used sandpaper at his head, making him snarl and glower at him.

  “She’s at her mother’s, alright? That always fucks with her head and I hate that she goes over there.” Gunner wasn’t quiet about how much he hated it, either. Her only response to his complaints were always ‘she’s my mother, Gunner’. Like that mattered at all, because calling that bitch a mother was like calling a snake a fucking bird.

  “Shit, why does she bother going? I thought her mother was a terror,” Topper said, coming back into the room.

  “It’s her mom man, nothing you can do to prevent her from going over there. All you can do is be here for her when she gets home and remind her why she doesn’t need to worry about what that woman has to say. Eventually, she won’t even hear the insults her mother throws out. She’s strong and that’s going to make it okay,” Buck said while taking another swig of his beer.

  “It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Gunner muttered.

  “Nope, you don’t, but if you and the club are always here to catch her she will be fine.”

  “She’s mine, asshole,” Gunner growled, not liking the time Buck had been spending with his woman. Not that he thought Margo would ever cheat on him or that Buck would betray him that way, but he was jealous of her time too. He already had to share her with her mother and Zoey. He didn’t want to have to share her with the club too, of course that was inevitable. Half the time he came home to find Bunny’s ass parked on the couch. Margo liked the fucker so he couldn’t say anything and when it wasn’t Bunny, it was Buck for fuck's sake.

  “I can’t wait till you find a woman to keep you in check,” Gunner grunted, glaring at the man as he stared out the window looking for Margo’s car again. Needing to hold her and tell her that she would always be the best thing in this world as far as he was concerned.

  “Yeah, we discussed that I don’t do good girls remember? They give me hives,” Buck said with a little chuckle.

  “I can’t wait till you find a good girl you can’t resist and watch her bring you to your knees,” he replied as he watched Margo’s car coming up the drive.

  “Never going to happen,” Buck called out as he walked out to greet his woman.

  Gunner didn’t give that statement much thought, he just banged out the door and moved down the stairs that led up to the little porch. Margo had claimed that it was perfect for late night snuggling. Not that he minded anything that got her into his arms, but his idea of snuggling involved her naked in their bed so he could make her come a dozen times before the snuggling happened.

  “She wasn’t that bad today, so you can relax,” Margo said as she stood near her little Honda.

  She was wearing a bright green top and his favorite jeans with her normal accessories. Gunner drank in the sight of her standing there, his heart twisting with worry. She looked okay, she was smiling and he would have to call her outfit progress. Two months ago, she never would have worn that shirt when she went to her mothers. It was a sleeveless top that didn’t quite meet the top of her jeans, showing off her belly button.

  “That’s not r
eally reassuring babe.” Gunner grunted, his eyes meeting hers.

  “Well it should be. I think I’m getting better at handling her criticism. I didn’t even care when she told me I looked like a streetwalker again.” Gunner cursed under his breath and took a step towards her.

  “If you stopped going over there, you wouldn’t have to deal with it at all. I just don’t—,” Gunner began, only to be stopped when she held up her hand to halt his words.

  “Gunner I’m not going to cut off my mother. Despite her cruel nature, she does need me, even if it’s in an unhealthy way. She lost her child and I know how hard that is and mine wasn’t even here yet. I can’t imagine losing my child after twenty-two years.” Margo hugged herself looking at him pleadingly, silently beseeching him to drop it.

  “I’ll drop it, but that viper doesn’t need to rip your confidence to shreds in order to grieve her daughter. I really hate you going over there,” Gunner complained.

  “I am well aware that you hate it, Gunner. However, I’m not going to stop going over there, but you can help me by showing me how much you love me when I get home.” Margo sent him a seductive smile as she took a few steps towards him.

  Gunner didn’t wait for another invitation he just he scooped a giggling Margo off her feet carrying her up to their room where he proceeded to show her all the places on her he thought were perfect. It took hours because every part of her was absolutely perfect as far as he was concerned. He knew he was damned lucky that he’d gone to that picnic and caught her hiding in the bushes a year ago. Life without Margo just wasn’t worth living.

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  Chapter One

  He leaned back against the bar glancing around at his club, taking in his band of brothers. They weren’t the pansy-assed boys thrown in over their heads like the ones he’d left in Iraq. Nope, these were hardened men.

  Men like him.

  When he’d walked away from the army after two tours, he hadn’t known what to do with himself. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that he wasn’t the same good ol’ boy Tyler Fenton that he’d been when he left home years ago. When he walked into the recruiting office in his small west Texas hometown to join the army, he’d never suspected that he wouldn’t return to pick up right where he’d left off, but what he’d seen had changed him. Going into the army at eighteen had twisted him in ways he never could have predicted.

  That was how he’d ended up becoming ‘Buck’ Fenton. He thought of these men as his brothers because they were. Some were like him and couldn’t settle down after leaving the army and others had joined because their fathers had been a part of the club or because they were tired of bureaucratic bullshit.

  Glancing over at Toot, he motioned for another beer. Fuck, that had been a long time ago. Almost twelve years now and not a damned thing had changed since then. He would be thirty-nine in four days. Fuck, maybe that was why he was sitting here remembering the day he left the army. The day he’d walked away from all the death he’d lived through for the six years he’d been there. Hell, at least he’d survived it, unlike the other ten men in his battalion. Well Roger had survived too but he was crippled, and not just physically either. Of course, Buck hadn’t really been mentally okay either and was likely just as fucked in the head as Roger was, only in different ways.

  Running a hand over his buzz cut, the haircut being one habit left over from his army days he couldn’t seem to shake, he turned to look out the window near the bar. Seeing the Harleys parked outside the clubhouse, he thought about the time he’d spent trying to be the same man for his family.

  Two weeks after climbing out of the car he’d rented to return home in, he’d gotten a job at the local packing factory as a manager. It hadn’t taken a month before he’d been fired. Not that he could blame them. It was frowned upon when you literally grabbed a customer by the throat and tried to kill him because the customer got in his face triggering a flashback. Buck took another swig from his beer, closing his eyes as more memories played out in his head. He had a fiancé back then, a sweet girl who’d baked pumpkin pies and made homemade bread. She’d been so disappointed when he’d told her about losing his job. She hadn’t understood what PTSD did to you any more than his momma did.

  Buck wanted to be normal for her and his momma but it hadn’t been who he was any longer, and that had been clear from the moment he walked into the house he’d grown up in. All the pretty knick-knacks and doilies, and pictures of people smiling like their faces were going to break, had given him hives. He’d tried to go to a therapist for the nightmares and the sudden flashbacks, but it hadn’t helped. Nope, the nights spent drinking himself to sleep, worrying that he’d wake up screaming, had been hell for him, but they’d terrified his mother.

  Fuck, nothing had helped.

  He still had the nightmares but at least the flashbacks were gone now. Of course, he didn’t need bloody flashbacks to know that he was no longer a good man after ten years with the Grave Diggers MC. Maybe that was why his mind had stopped showing him all the horrible shit he’d done in the name of his country.

  Fuck, did it really matter?

  He was fucked up. Buck wasn’t too worked up about being part of an outlaw MC, even if it meant he was considered a dredge to society. He didn’t care what the fuck anyone thought about him or his brothers. Buck couldn’t figure out why he was sitting here reliving this shit tonight. Yeah, it still fucked with his head knowing he would always be that guy people in his little hometown pitied. He was the one everyone whispered about and he was a cautionary tale for young men who wanted to go into the service because he’d gone away to the army and come back a bad seed, a soulless man they all felt bad for because of who he rode with and the things he did for his family.

  What the fuck ever.

  Buck didn’t care. He’d seen enough shit over in those foreign countries to turn anyone’s hair grey and half the time the shit the club got up to wasn’t even half as bad as shit he’d done under orders from his commanding officers.

  Buck shifted his ass on the stool trying to ease the tense muscles in his back and shoulders. He grabbed the second beer Toot set on the bar for him and took a long swig, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him tonight. He needed to quit thinking about this shit and get on with it for fuck’s sake.

  “Hey Buck, when is the run tonight?” Joker yelled from across the room.

  “ ’Bout twenty minut
es or so when Choke gets here,” Buck called back.

  Choke was the president of their MC and the boss for everyone here, including him. Buck was a lieutenant and second only to the president and vice president of the club. It allowed him a lot of freedom and he’d worked hard for the past ten years to get where he was. He didn’t answer for much and did whatever the fuck he wanted for the most part. The only rules were that he couldn’t betray the club and he had to defer to the vice, Shredder, and the prez, Choke, which meant there weren’t many rules. It was a damned good thing because Buck liked it that way.

  “So no time for pussy then?” Joker asked, his arm wrapped around a sweetbutt who giggled and rubbed her bare tits on his arm.

  “Depends on how fast you can get it done. No fucking around and being late but you think you can do it in fifteen minutes, go for it,” Buck yelled back.

  “Hear that, sweet thing? Let’s go fuck real fast,” Joker said and began tugging the sweetbutt over to the couch nearby.

  Buck shook his head. That boy was always thinking with his cock and one day he was going to fuck up because of it. Not that Buck didn’t like a good fuck; hell, he’d had a sweetbutt less than an hour ago in his room upstairs and he’d sure as shit took longer than fifteen minutes. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t had a quickie before but he preferred to take his time when he had a woman beneath him.

  He stuck to whores or the free pussy because his head was too fucked up for anything serious. He wasn’t interested in long term unless it involved a few thousand g’s and a new gun. He wasn’t the relationship type and hadn’t been since he broke it off with that sweet little hometown girl whose heart he’d broken when he’d walked away. Still unsure why he was thinking about Lane and their inevitable break-up tonight, he glared at the beer in front of him.