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Safe House

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by Marie Dixon


  As soon as I climbed on my bike my phone rang. It was Nan. “Nan, I was just thinking of coming to visit you.” With an uneasy voice she responded, “That's good to hear. I think we have a problem on our hands Jesse and its not one that I can handle on my own.” Nan was a tough bird. If she was worried or upset about something then I knew something bad was going on. “Be there in twenty minutes. Oh and Nan, don't let Brandy leave. We need to have some words.” With that I hung up the phone and signaled to the guys to go.

  Less than twenty minutes later we pulled into Nan's place and she was on the front porch of her house waiting for us. She had been crying. What was going on? I was off my bike and to her steps in seconds. “What's wrong Nan?” She nudged her head toward the door as myself and few other guys went in with me. That's when I saw her.

  She was sitting on Nan's couch staring at the floor with tear soaked cheeks. I wanted to hug her for some reason even though she was possibly the enemy. She looked broken. Nothing like the way she had looked just last night. What was tormenting this beautiful woman I had grown an obsession for?

  Nan's voice broke the silence behind us. “Jesse, Brandy has a really big problem and at this point I don't know that the police can protect her. She told me enough to know that this is more your specialty than mine. I'm going to leave you all to talk. But Jesse, please be gentle with her. She has been through a lot.” I look back to Brandy and nodded my head. I don't think anything could have prepared me for what she revealed to us next.

  “I guess I will start from the beginning. My name is Brandy Donaldson. I am from a small town in Georgia. I've been on the run for the last couple of months to escape the hell that my life has become. About six months ago my family was attacked and murdered. My younger brother Tony apparently got on someone's bad side and to teach him a lesson they attacked my family. Tony has had a drug problem for a while and I guess he couldn't pay them back or something. I watched them shoot my dad, mom, and then older brother. I'm not sure why they didn't kill me but I wish they would have, it would have been easier than living in fear and having the nightmares that have plagued my life since that awful day. I thought that I was finally making progress until I received a phone call last night from the main guy that attacked us. He said he is coming back for me.” She broke down then and I couldn't help but just hold her as she sobbed into my chest. She was so small and fragile in my arms. To know someone had hurt her infuriated me beyond words.

  I tried to process what she had said as the connection to the Red Vipers was lining up to everything Tank and Tech had brought to my attention. Her brother had obviously screwed up big time with the club and it had been taken out on his family. What I couldn't understand was why they killed the others but left her alive. Something was missing.

  I felt her shaking and tried to comfort her by rubbing gently on her back. She started to pull away but then stilled as I held her tighter. With shaky words she whispered, , “He will find me and rape me again. Except he will kill me this time. I feel it in my soul.”

  Anger spewed through my veins. She had been raped. How had I missed that in the police report? The savage animal not only made her watch her family die they also had raped her. I felt sick to my stomach suddenly. This poor girl had been through so much. I exchanged stares with a couple of the men in the room and I didn't have to say a word for them to know how I felt. They felt it too.

  Tank's voice overpowered my thoughts thankfully, “Brandy we are all very sorry for what happen to you and your family. We will definitely look into the information you have given us. If you don't mind can I hold your cell phone?” I knew the protocol. He would get her phone and him and Tech would GPS it so we could find her as well and do a download of all information she stored on it. If she had anything to hide it be too late now. She didn't even flinch as she gave him the phone.

  Deep down I knew she was telling the truth and had no involvement in with the Red Vipers. She had been an innocent bystander that had been burned. Brandy had been broken and had been taken advantage of in all the worst ways. And I would protect her if its the last thing I did. No one came to my town and threatens what is mine. Starting today she was mine and no one would ever hurt her again.

  Tony

  To say that I hated myself was an understatement. The last year of my life I had managed to ruin not only my own life but everyone that I loved. It all started plummeting downhill when I met Jessica. The girl that I thought was perfect in every way, my dream girl. She had jet black hair and tan oriental skin with the darkest sweetest eyes I had ever seen.

  We had met at a party one night and once I spotted her across the room I knew I would do anything just to have a few moments alone with her. I just wanted to know her and find out everything there was to know about her. She was beautiful inside and out.

  She was the one that introduced me to ecstasy. I had always smoked a little pot here and there with my buddies but she opened up a world I had never experienced. That first night there were fireworks between us and we ended up making out in the bathroom after she gave me my first hit of X. I thought I was in love with her in that moment and she was the most intense drug I had ever experienced.

  Little did I know that her brother was a member of the Red Viper's MC and that it was her job to find recruits that could push their products. Needing more of her and more of the high that she took me on, It only took one night for her to have me wrapped around her finger. Next thing I knew I was on board with working for the club and distributing their products.

  Sadly once I agreed and met with her brother and some of the other members my life as I knew it was over. The relationship I thought that I had with Jessica was over as well. She wouldn't take my calls and avoided me like a disease. The sudden realization that it was all a lie and that I couldn't back out and go back to my normal life hit me like a ton of bricks.

  The Red Vipers were bad people. I didn't know just how bad of people they were until I had messed up and made the biggest mistake of my life. They had given me a shipment of methamphetamine to distribute and part of it had gone missing while in my possession. I didn't take it and I didn't pocket any of the extra money from it but the red vipers didn't believe me.

  They didn't think logically like normal people. Always paranoid and thinking someone was out to get them or get one over on them. They told me I would pay for screwing them over but I had no idea what they would do. I had no idea that they would hurt my family especially murder them.

  What they did to my sister is an image I will never get out of my head. What I would have done just to have taken the pain from her, but I couldn't and it was too late. Now my life belonged to them.

  After they had savagely attacked my family they forced me to relocate with them and work for them. I thought many times about going to the police but I knew all to well how many cops were on their payroll. Hell, even if I did go to the cops they wouldn't be able to protect me. It wasn't me that I was worried about though. It was my sister.

  I had kept quiet all this time and been their runner just to keep her safe. Seemed like they knew every time I had thoughts of leaving or trying to escape their claws because they would remind me of the vial things they would do to her and any other family I still had if I even thought of crossing them again.

  My life wasn't my own. I slept in a bunk bed style cot inside of a concrete building they called their clubhouse that was the closest resemblance of what prison must be like. They gave me a phone that they also monitored and my job was to pick up and deliver shipments to and from wherever they disclosed. Trafficking illegal goods had become the only thing that I was good at.

  I hated the Red Vipers but even with the disgust I felt for them I was always surrounded by them. The only good thing that came with that was that I had all the drugs I could ever use. Not that most would consider that a good thing, but in my case being able to go numb so that I didn't feel the pain that had settled in my core was the only good thing I had. Not that I deserved it.<
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  I rolled the twenty dollar bill tight enough to make a straw and snorted one of the white lines on the bar. I sure as hell didn't see my life being here when I was planning for my future a year ago. The numbing bliss took over my face and a wave of comfort washed over my body. Yes that the only joy I deserve in the life. A joy that will probably kill me before I got out of my twenties. A joy that wasn't even real but was a temporary sedative for the pain that I couldn't escape.

  The only person I had grown to hate more than myself was Leonard also known as Stalker. Yeah sounds like a stupid road name but it was quite fitting for him and had a lot more meaning than what most people even realized.

  Once Stalker had an obsession with something or someone he would purse it until he owned it and he was damn good at it. His sick little gift had helped the Red Vipers many times and they had rewarded him for it only creating more of a monster.

  I knew the obsession that had taken over his mind now though. The obsession that he lived every moment of his sick life thinking about. My sister. There had been more occasions than I could count where he had cornered me and asked me questions about her or wanted intimate details of her past. I would never give him that satisfaction of knowing her though. Not after what he had done to her and taken from her.

  The only thing I lived for now was to keep these monsters away from my sister and if that meant being their puppet then I would do it. Not that she would ever forgive me for allowing these monsters into our lives but it was the least I could to. I would do anything for her.

  Brandy

  It had been three days since I had shared what happened with Steel and his club. They treated me with so much kindness that I started thinking maybe they weren't such bad guys after all. At least I knew with them I wasn't with the worst of the two evils.

  I hadn't received any more phone calls thankfully. So that had been a plus. I was starting to get antsy though and wanted to go back to work. Steel explained to me the dangers of who my little brother had gotten involved with and that it wasn't safe for me to be somewhere unprotected. I couldn't argue with him there.

  We had met in the middle and he agreed to let me work at the bar but didn't think it was safe for me to work at Nancy's diner. I fought him momentarily but then he said it wasn't just for my safety but the safety of his aunt and the other employees. I couldn't bare the thought of hurting the people that I had grown to care so much for and who were there for me.

  The last three days had been a huge eye opener for me about the club and the way that MC's worked. They were an organized group that didn't live by the laws of civilians but their own. They were more than just some little club, they were a band of brothers who protected each other even if it meant with their life.

  Hope peaked in my chest as I realized they may could protect me. Fear and doubt weren't far from my mind though as I thought about what happened before to the people who vowed to protect me. I don't know what I would do if that monster ever came for me. But I knew deep down that it wasnt a matter of if but when.

  Not only had I learned the way their organization works, I also learned a lot about their clubhouse rules and lots about the women that crawled around it. Club whores as most the guys called them were not to be confused with old ladies. I laughed as Tank explained the old lady thing to me. Old ladies were respected and considered wives in MC terms. Much different than the role of the club whores. They were only there to cleaned up and there in case any of the guys were lonely. Disgusting if you ask me but these girls not only enjoy being there for that purpose but they were stuck up and have the mind set that they are better than average people like myself. That's something I don't understand at all but these girls were obviously delusional and had some major issues.

  As if my life wasn't already crazy and out of sorts, I found myself craving the attention of the MC president and his time. I knew Steel was a dog and that he hooked up with women all the time just to get his and move on. But there was something inside of his eyes that told me he was deeper than that. Maybe there was more than met the eye to the big bad biker and I had every intention of finding out and the challenge of it lit a fire in me that I hadn't experienced in some time. I caught myself being giddy and self conscious at the thought of him. This wasn't like me at all.

  He had been kind enough to give me a room by myself upstairs to stay at temporarily until we could figure out what the next move would be. Apparently this caused a ruckus with the club women since women didn't stay there unless they were contributing to putting out for the guys. Again, these women were very messed up obviously.

  I did try to help out with the cooking and cleaning though as I wanted to show my gratitude for their hospitality. Strangely none of the big bad bikers messed with me or pushed me to engage in anything more than conversation. Maybe I wasn't their type, but I doubted that. Pretty sure their type consisted of any woman over the age of eighteen.

  I was finishing up my final touches when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find Steel on the other side. He looked irresistible standing there with a back v neck tshirt and blue jeans. His hair was a mess on his head like he had just gotten out of the shower and not bothered combing it. Something about him like this made my heart skip a beat.

  His eyes met mine but then traced down my body with no discression at all. Not that I didnt mind the attention from him but I wanted to play a little hard to get. I didnt want him thinking I was like the other girls that hung around the clubhouse. I could tell that he was having an internal battle in his mind over what I was wearing.

  I made the executive decision to wear one of the club's tank tops that had the Outlaw's logo on the front. The black tank was tight and my cleavage was hanging out the top of it. I paired it with some faded cut off jeans that fit me like a glove. To finish the look I was wearing high heeled wedges that made my legs go on for days. Yeah, Im well aware that I look like a total slut but it was for a good cause. Not only was I working at the bar tonight, I was also riding with Steel and I wanted to make him struggle.

  “You are not wearing that.” His comment made me smile inside but he wasn't about to see just how much I was enjoying tormenting him. “Oh yes I am Jesse Steel Casanova. Now are you ready to take me to work or are you going to keep eyeing me like a hungry dog?” something sparked in his eyes and the sweet Steel was gone replaced with the big bad biker I wanted to ravage me.

  “I'm going to do a lot more than look at you if you keep pushing me. Is that what you want Brandy? For me to shove you back in this room, push you down on the bed and take what is mine? Because I'm getting close to my breaking point.”

  I couldn't speak, could only stare at him with my eyes returning the same predatory need that was in his. I needed to get a hold on this situation and fast. How could this man do such crazy things to my mind and my body? Pulling me out of my thoughts he responded for me, “That's what I thought, lets ride before its too late.”

  Not five minutes later he had me on the back of his bike. He grabbed my arms from behind and wrapped them around his torso. My hands were resting on his sculpted stomach and I leaned my head against his back taking in the smell of leather and exhaust. I know it sounds strange but it was such a pleasing smell. It reminded me of the days I spent working with my dad in the mechanic shop he managed. Such sweet memories.

  I clutched him tighter as he started the bike and we pulled onto the main road. The ride to Outlaws bar had been nothing shy of amazing. Feeling the freedom of the wind and the road gave me a sense of freedom I cant explain. Nothing else mattered around us, just that I was there with the wind and world passing me by while holding on to the man that intrigued me most. Could any of this be real? Could it last or was I setting myself up for heartache and doom? I silently prayed that it would last.

  Steel

  The ride to the bar wasn't long enough. I loved having this woman's arms around me and her smell intoxicated me. She was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I hadn't even stu
ck my dick in her. I was in over my head and I knew it, the guys knew it, and Nan knew it. Jesus what was wrong with me?

  Once we got the the bar I escorted her in and cursed myself again for not making the little minx change clothes. She was smoking hot in her little outfit with a club shirt on. Christ, I needed more of her in every way. I knew she would get the attention of many even without the sexy clothes she was sporting but I couldn't handle the thought of someone else touching her or having her. I would make a point to let every one of these assholes working security know she was off limits and not to let any customers get touchy either. Ill be damned if someone is going to mess with what's mine. There I go again with the mine claims. I didn't want to claim a woman and I didn't want some crazy chick telling me how to run my life and my club but the thought of Brandy being by my side created feelings inside me I wasn't comfortable with.

  Her safely had become a top priority of mine though especially since I knew the Red Vipers and hated them with a vengeance. Now I had a reason to hate them even more. I would keep those assholes away from her. I was meeting with one of our sister charters president tonight to discuss some bad dealings they had with the Red Vipers and find out if they were not only a threat to my woman but to the club as well.

  Apparently they had moved in to part of our sister charter's turf and was selling laced drugs to underage kids. I know we don't do things the legal way but there are some things we stand firm on. Selling to minors is off limits, raping and beating on women is off limits, and selling inside our turf without our permission is also off limits. Seemed like a pretty easy thing to go by but these morons didn't care about brotherhood, limits, or morals. It was time to teach them a lesson.

 

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