No Regrets (Sin's Bastards MC Book 3)

by K. J. Dahlen

  Izzy gave him directions and soon, they could smell the lake. Her uncle Mike had a house not far from the water.

  ~* * * *~

  When they drove past the house the first time, Mountain took note of the structure of the building. It was a two level home, set back off the street. There was an attached three-car garage and before they turned the corner, they could see a patio in the backyard.

  Mountain circled the block and was about to drive down the alley when he heard Izzy gasp. Checking her, he found her staring at someone standing not far from her uncle’s backyard. He checked out who was there and found a man there. He was tall and dressed in not such good clothes. His jacket was torn and his pants had seen better days. The shoes on his feet were sloppy and dirty and he wore a floppy hat.

  Mountain glanced over at Izzy again, and saw her staring at the other man. “Do you know him? Is he someone I should chase away?”

  Izzy turned and shook her head. “Yes, I know him and no…please don’t chase him off. He’s watching over Boone. Please stop the truck.”

  When he pulled to a stop, she opened the door and rushed over to the man standing in the alley, half hidden in the shadows of the back of the garage.

  The man turned and after studying her for a moment, he smiled. The dark skin on his face seemed to light up when he recognized her. “Miss Izzy,” he called out softly as he gathered her to him. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

  “Oh Timber, I have missed you most of all,” she whispered.

  When Mountain came over to where they were standing, Izzy turned to introduce the two men. “Timber this is Mountain. Mountain this is Timber. Melora and I have known him for years. In fact, he was our teacher at one point. He taught us to survive on the streets.”

  Mountain held out his hand to the older man. “Thank you for that, Mr. Timber. Melora is my daughter and this lovely young woman has become very important to me.”

  Timber smiled. “My legal name is Henry Charles Lee. Everyone calls me Timber because a long time ago before these streets became my home, I thought I could live high off the ground in a tree. I was in the service at the time and being young, I was also very cocky. I didn’t know the tree was rotted inside and as soon I got high in the branches the whole damn tree crumbled and crashed to the ground.”

  Mountain grimaced. “Ouch.”

  Timber grinned. “Oh don’t fret, nothing hurts more than a man’s pride when he’s proven wrong.” Then he shrugged. “I learned to listen to those smarter than me and gladly passed those lessons along to whoever needed them.”

  “What are you doing here?’ she asked the older man.

  “Just watching over young Boone,” the older man told her. He turned his head and nodded toward the back yard.

  Izzy turned and gasped as she saw her brother for the first time in almost eight years. The young boy she remembered was gone now and a young man had taken his place. He was sitting on the patio in his wheelchair reading a book. His clothes were ill fitted and two sizes too big for his slight frame but they covered his body.

  His hair was still an off shade of the same copper color as Izzy and as she studied his face, she could see he was unhappy. She turned to look at Timber. “How long has he been like this?”

  Timber knew what she was asking. “He was much better until about two years ago. Your uncle likes to argue and picks a fight anytime he can. He used to get quite angry with the boy. Two years ago, the boy hadn’t grown to his present height yet. He’s always been on the small size and back then he was a little on the short side.”

  “What happened two years ago?” Mountain asked.

  “Boone rolled outside and the uncle followed him. He was yelling about something or other and he was dead drunk. Yelled about the boy not being appreciative enough for everything he’d done for him.” Timber nodded toward the young man. “Young Boone tried not to get into it with him but the Uncle wouldn’t let it go. He kept pushing and pushing and finally, the kid pushed back. That’s when the uncle hit the boy. He hit him so hard the kid fell out of his chair. The poor kid couldn’t move. Your uncle kicked at him a couple of times, then gave up and went back into the house. He left the kid laying there on the ground for a couple of hours. Finally, your aunt came out and helped him get back in his chair then she took him in the house.” Timber searched Izzy’s face for a moment then he said, “Me or one of the other guys have been watching over him every day since then. Your uncle hasn’t been that way with him since then but something is going on and your uncle is getting nervous, he’s always watching the boy.”

  “Is he drinking bad?” Izzy asked.

  “Yeah, he is,” Timber admitted. “Two years ago, Boone used to go to school for a while every day but after he took that fall, your uncle has kept him at home. A couple of days after he fell, they called an ambulance and they took the boy to hospital. Found out through the grapevine he had pneumonia from laying on the cold ground for so many hours. The kid got better and he hasn’t left the house since then.”

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  Izzy stared at her brother for a long time. Her heart hurt at the sight of him. She had failed her vow to protect him.

  Mountain came over to where she stood and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Holding her close to his body, he could feel her trembling. “It’s gonna be ok. I promise.”

  “I failed him,” she whispered. “I didn’t keep my promise to him. I didn’t protect him like I should have.”

  “Honey, you did what you could.” Mountain tried to reason with her. “You were still a kid yourself when this went down. Your uncle didn’t give you a choice, neither of you had a choice. But you have one now.”

  Izzy turned to him. “What do you mean?”

  “You and your brother were kids when this happened and both of you had to do what someone else told you. Now you’re grown, and what happens next depends on you, no one else, just the two of you can decide your future. What do you want to do?”

  Izzy turned back to her brother. “I want to get him the hell away from here. I want to take him home and give him a chance at a good life.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll do,” Mountain vowed. “And we can do it today.” He turned back to Timber. “Is there anyone else in the house?”

  “No the boy is alone right now. The uncle is at work and the aunt is gone at the moment.”

  Mountain went over to the gate. He turned and stared at Izzy, “Are you ready to do this?”

  Izzy smiled and went to the gate. “Let’s go get him.” Going through the gate, she walked up to her brother.

  Boone didn’t see her come to him. His eyes were reading the book in his lap.

  “Boone,” she called out softly.

  The boy sitting in the chair stiffened and raised his head. Slowly turning around, he saw her standing there. For a moment, he didn’t say a word. He looked as if he didn’t know if the vision beside him was real or not. “Izzy?” he whispered. “Are you real?”

  Izzy smiled and knelt beside him. “As real as real can be. I’ve come to take you home that is if you want to go with me?”

  Boone reached out and grabbed her close to him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Of course, I want to go home with you.”

  “Oh Boone, I’m sorry it’s taken so long,” she whispered into his neck.

  “It doesn’t matter, you’re here now,” he told her.

  Mountain and Timber watched the reunion.

  “Now that’s a great thing to see,” Timber finally told him.

  Mountain turned to the older man and asked, “What else is going on here?”

  “What makes you think something else is going on?” Timber asked.

  “Just a feeling I guess.” He shrugged. “Is there something else going on?”

  Timber nodded. “Been hearing rumors around town. I think you got here just in time.”

  “And why is that?” Mountain asked.

  “Rumor is their daddy is getting out of prison
soon and there’s a man waiting for a debt to be paid.”

  Mountain’s gut tightened. “That debt was what set this all into place.”

  “Yeah, it was,” Timber agreed.

  “Can you help me with something old man?” Mountain asked.

  “Is it going to help them stay safe?” Timber nodded at Izzy and Boone.

  Mountains stared at the other man for a moment then explained, “I’m going to marry that woman. Her brother is very important to her, therefore important to me. I would protect them both with my life. And if something happened to me, I have brothers both blood and non-blood that would continue to protect them.”

  “What do you need?”

  “I need to hear the rumors and I need an intro to the local MC. I also need a name.”

  “I know all the streets in this town. I can do that.” Timber nodded.

  ~* * * *~

  An hour later, Mountain entered a dining establishment near the pier. He walked in with the local President of the Saints and Sinners MC and three of his top men. He walked through the restaurant with confidence and paused when two very large men stepped in his way. “I’m here to see Dominic Marconi,” Mountain told them.

  One of the men spoke into a hidden microphone and they waited for a moment, then he stepped aside. Before he could step forward, the big man said, “I need you to leave your weapons here. You can collect them after you speak to Mr. Marconi.”

  Mountain held out the edges of his vest. “I’m not armed and I’m not stupid. I didn’t bring a weapon.”

  The President of the Saints & Sinners and his men took out the guns they had and laid them out on the table.

  Wordlessly, the big guy stood aside and let them pass. As they got to the table, where five well-dressed men sat enjoying their meal, one of the men looked up and studied them.

  Mountain crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the man staring back at him. The other man laid his silverware down on his plate and folded his hands waiting for Mountain to speak.

  “My name is Talon Morgan,” Mountain announced.

  “And what can I do for you Talon Morgan?” Dominic Marconi asked.

  “I’m here about a bet one of your men made in a card game eight years ago with Sonny Clemends.”

  Dominic frowned briefly and pain flashed in his eyes but was gone so quickly Mountain thought he’d only imagined it. Then he stared at him. “I am not aware of this bet.” He shrugged and added, “And why should I be? A gambling debt is between the two men involved.”

  Mountain nodded. “It should be but this bet involved the man’s fifteen year old daughter. She was supposed to satisfy her fathers’ debt. I am a man of honor and that just doesn’t seem like a bet an honorable man would make or expect anyone to keep.”

  Dominic grew angry at the implication. “I agree with you. Was this debt ever satisfied?”

  “No it wasn’t. That’s why I’m here. The girl in question is now my woman and any threat to her safety is a threat against me.”

  “What do you want here?” Dominic demanded.

  “I belong to a brotherhood, same as you do. My brothers and I live by a code of honor. If we find anyone breaking this code of honor in a way we do not condone, we step up and make it right. All I am asking is, if there is an outstanding debt to be paid, that debt should remain between the two men who wagered and lost. A man’s children should not be made to pay his debt.” Mountain paused then said, “I have come to you with respect. Our two brotherhoods are not as different as some people think. I would stand with any of the men who wear a leather vest and they would stand with me, as long as the cause is just. I have come here to collect my woman’s younger brother and to take him home with me. The man in question is due to get out of prison soon and whatever responsibility he had toward the safety of his children is gone. I will protect them now and forever. He wagered the debt and he should pay this debt off on his own.”

  “I agree with you.” Dominic nodded. He stood up and held his hand out to Mountain. “I will speak to the men and some arrangement will be made to honor the debt without involving the children.”

  Mountain grasped Dominic’s hand and shook it.

  Before he let go, Dominic pulled Mountain closer to him. “You are right in your assessment that our brotherhoods are closer than most people realize. You are also right in your belief that we have a code of honor that we live by. By coming here and addressing me as you have, you have shown me the kind of honor you live by. Be assured you, your woman and her brother are protected now, not only by you but by my word of honor as well.”

  “Thank you Mr. Marconi. We won’t be staying long in your city though.”

  “Then why did you bring these men?” he asked.

  “When a man in my brotherhood comes into a town such as this, it’s the right thing to reach out to the local brotherhood and announce my business in their city,” Mountain explained. “They came here with me, not a show of strength but as a way to honor both our brotherhoods.” He motioned at the men standing around the men at the table. “Just as your men do you.”

  Dominic chuckled. “I think I like your brotherhood Talon Morgan and the honor you have shown here today. Consider this matter between us settled.”

  “Thank you.” Mountain turned to leave. The three men with him also turned and together they left the restaurant.

  Outside on the street, the President of the local MC shook his head. “Buddy, I have never been so awed by anyone in my life.”

  Mountain turned and gave him a frown. “What does that mean?”

  “You walked into a restaurant filled with mob guys and went straight to the top guy himself. That man could have had you shot without even disturbing his damn lunch. The fact that you walked away without being shot just plain stuns me.” The other man held out his hand. “It was an honor to do business with you Talon Morgan. Safe travels back to your home.” When Mountain shook his hand, the other man told him, “We’ll be keeping an eye on for Uncle Mike. If he becomes a problem we can handle him.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “Hey, we got your back same as you would have ours if we needed it.”

  “Damn right about that.” Mountain assured him. “Anytime you are in our territory, just come and parley.”

  He nodded. “Go get your woman and her brother and go home. Safe travels my friend.”

  Mountain loped over to his truck and joined Timber.

  Timber was the one who introduce him to the President of the Saints and Sinners and Timber was the one who told them Dominic Marconi was eating lunch at the restaurant.

  He started the truck and headed back to where Boone and Izzy were waiting for him. “Everything we well?” Timber asked.

  “Everything went well. Marconi thought the same as we do. The debt should be handled between the men involved, not his children.”

  “I had heard something to that effect about him.” Timber chuckled.

  “Thank you man, for watching over Boone all these years,” Mountain said.

  “Hey, it was easy and a debt I wanted to repay in kind.” Timber assured him.

  Mountain raised his brows. “Can you explain that?”

  “Izzy and Melora were about seventeen the first time I met them. It was a cold brutal winter and we were slowly freezing to death. There were five of us in our little group. We were trying to stay alive when Melora asked us to come home with her. Her and Izzy took us to a place what was out of the weather and warm. They brought us food and shared what little they had with five old men. Your daughter and her friend went out of their way for us and we just returned the favor by watching out for young Boone when they had to leave town for their own safety.”

  Mountain nodded. “They are a pair aren’t they?” He pulled out onto the street. “If you and the others ever need a home and want to travel to New York, you come to Troy and look me up. I can give you a place to stay and jobs. My brothers and I own a hot rod garage.”

  “Hot rods,
huh?” Timber chuckled. “I once had the sweet little Deuce. It was a royal blue in color and a sweet ride. It had a four on the floor and a homemade stick shifter. I loved that little car.” He shifted in his seat. “If you mean that we just might show up one day.”

  Mountain looked directly at him. “I mean it.”

  Timber chuckled. “It would be nice to have a home again.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  By the time Mountain, Izzy and Boone came into Troy, Izzy and Boone caught up on almost eight years of being separated. Mountain had been watching the boy most of the trip and he’d noticed something he wasn’t sure Izzy realized. He was in pain and at times, the pain was severe. He didn’t think Izzy had noticed though, because he was covering it well.

  When they pulled up outside Melora’s house, he was surprised to see a ramp in place. When he lifted Bone out of the truck and placed him in his chair the door flew open and Melora rushed out.

  Boone had a smile on his face when she threw her arms around him. “It is so good to see you again!” she exclaimed.

  “Yeah, wow, you grew up since I last saw you,” Boone told her.

  Melora chuckled, “I could say the same thing about you. You were a scrawny little kid and now you’re still scrawny but not so little. We’re gonna have to fatten you up some.”

  Sam came out on the porch holding T-Bone and watched them for a moment.

  When Mountain pushed the chair up the ramp and onto the porch, he came to a stop beside Sam.

  Sam held out his hand and waited for Boone to take it. “Pleased to meet you young man.”

  “Same here.” Boone nodded.

  “I’d like you to meet my son, Talon Boone Morgan Tory,” Sam told him. “Melora is my old lady soon to be my wife.”