Destroying Gage (Bloody Saints MC Book 2)

by Roxanne Greening

  “Let her go and get the fuck out of here before I add a new hole to that body of yours,” she tells him sweetly.

  My eyes closed as a laugh tried to bubble out of me. Kind of like a bottle of dish soap shaken too hard. Slowly, I leaned to look over his shoulder.

  My sister Tori stood there with her feet shoulder length apart. Her arms were out in front of her and a gun held perfectly in both hands. She looked like a badass from Charlie’s Angels.

  Ronald gripped my wrist tighter as he turned his head to look at my sister. He tensed as he took her in. I wondered what he thought as he looked down the barrel.

  “Let her go now, Ronald. Then walk the fuck away,” she snarled at him.

  My shoulders lowered. I hadn’t realized they were almost touching my ears. The muscles in my body loosened as the fear started to dissipate. I knew my sister would pull that trigger and would do it with the smile she currently had plastered to her face.

  One finger after another slowly left my skin. When Ronald finally released me completely, he held up his hands with his palms out as he turned to look at my sister completely.

  “Start walking,” she snarled at him.

  My eyes closed as I heard his retreating steps. Then I heard them hitting the stairs at an increasing speed.

  “You okay?” Tori whispered as she pulled me into her body.

  “I am now,” I tell her with a shaky smile.

  “Where have you been?” she asked me.

  “I was out watching a late-night movie,” I tell her.

  She nodded. After the tattoo, she went and got me a gift certificate to the movie theater. A hundred dollars paid for a few movies and some snacks.

  “Let’s get inside, I need a shower,” she tells me, changing the subject almost as if she knew I didn’t want to talk about Ronald now.

  Chapter 3

  Topher

  Six Months Ago.

  Oh, Jerry, you stupid fucker. His sniffles did nothing but irritate me.

  “Are you fucking done yet?” I snap at him.

  I mean, I want to get something to eat and drink. Some whiskey, maybe a steak, and a baked potato. Hell, make it a loaded baked potato.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll do better,” Jerry begged again.

  Sighing, I crouched down with my wrist resting on my bent knee. My gun was hanging in my clutched hand.

  “We went over this Jerry. There is no ‘I’ll do better,’” I tell him with an over exaggerated sigh.

  “Please, one more chance,” he pleaded his eyes, looking up into mine almost like he was hoping to pull at my heartstrings. Was he stupid? My heart was black and as hard as coal.

  “Dig faster Jerry, or I’ll start shooting those knees. They are looking particularly good right now,” I tell him with a smirk.

  Rusty, one of our prospects, laughed and I turned to look at him. Rusty has been with us for about a year now. It was about time we voted him in. I’ll have to say something to Zane.

  “Don’t laugh too much you’re the one filling the hole,” I tell him.

  “Fucker,” he grumbled.

  I laughed, and this time Jerry sobbed louder. God be a man for once Jerry and shut that shit down.

  “Cruel as fuck man, making him dig his own grave,” Rusty says.

  “You want to dig it?” I asked him casually.

  “Fuck, no,” he laughs.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, shut the fuck up,” I tell Rusty, my eyes go back to Jerry. Fuck, could he go any slower?

  “Jerry, you’re going to die. Dragging it out does not help you in any way,” I tell him.

  Rusty kicked a rock, and I watched as it bounced off Jerry’s forehead. He cried out pausing in his digging to rub his head.

  I glared at Rusty. “Listen, fucker. As much as that was comical, I’m hungry,” my voice was harsh like I had too many smokes.

  “Sorry, boss,” he said sheepishly.

  “It was funny as fuck though,” I lightened my tone.

  Rusty smiled and turned his attention back to Jerry who was currently wiping his snot on his dirty button up shirt.

  “Come on Jerry, move this shit along,” I prompted.

  His bloodshot eyes looked up at me. They were watery and filled with terror. Why did he have to make this shit so difficult?

  “I’m sorry,” he tried again.

  “There’s no changing this. There will be no last-minute phone call like in the damn movies, Jerry. So, get this shit over with,” I tell him aspirated.

  He looks over towards Rusty like he was going to swoop in and save the day. Shaking my head, I raised my gun and fired it. The bullet hit the dirt just a foot from his leg.

  His girlish scream had Rusty laughing. Jerry was our accountant. The keyword here is ‘was’ or it will be as soon as I put a nice new hole in the center of his forehead.

  He thought he could move some money into an off-shore account that didn’t belong to the club. Seems Jerry here was planning on retiring early.

  I was going over the books when I noticed these charges and they were consistent. Always for the same damn thing and for the same amount. Kind of like a monthly bill.

  So, I started backtracking it all. It went back for almost a year. Fucking Jerry had been ripping us off for a long time. We would have noticed this shit sooner if Sal wasn’t such a fucking control freak.

  When Reyes and Gunner killed Sal, Zane became president. Then I became vice president. First thing Zane had me do was look over the damn books.

  Boring as fuck. At least it was until I realized shit was going to get interesting soon. Jerry was looking at me oddly as I started grabbing book after book. Sweat had begun to pop up on his forehead.

  It didn’t take long for him to cry and agree to send all the money back to our accounts. My knife regretted not getting to play with him a little more.

  Taking a deep drag off my cigarette, I looked at the hole Jerry had dug himself. Shit, he did a good job. It was nice and deep, at least three feet over his five-foot-nine stature.

  Flicking my smoke at his face, I watched as it hit its mark and Jerry flinched.

  “Shovel,” I demanded, holding out my hand.

  His eyes watered even more as he lifted the handle in my direction. I made no move to lean forward. I made him stand on his toes to get the handle pressed into my palm.

  Rusty was looking particularly eager to get this over with. Yeah, me and you both. I looked at my gun then I look towards Rusty.

  “Want the honors?” I asked him.

  I had been ready to just kill Jerry and leave, but Rusty had to fill the hole. So maybe, just maybe, he deserved the reward of putting down our stray dog.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he said with excitement and something like pleasure reflecting through his eyes.

  “Goodbye, Jerry,” I tell him as I straddled my bike. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot was muffled due to the sound of my roaring motor.

  Loving Dean

  Mafia Generations Book 3

  Prologue:

  One Year Ago.

  I didn’t see the man until I was just upon him. I knocked into him as he was leaning against the brick building that I lived in.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell him while I ran my fingers through my long brown, and now frizzy stressed out hair.

  Everything was going well until I found Gary fucking Jess in his apartment fifteen minutes ago. I thought I would surprise him with a nice dinner. I should have fled the moment I heard the moaning and groaning.

  I was an idiot, I chastised myself. I thought maybe he was hurt.

  “Yeah, hurting all over her, maybe she was his band-aid? My mind whispered, or better yet, I bet he just tripped and fell. Oh, and his dick just happened to go in her vagina.”

  “I didn’t mean... I’m sorry. I should have been looking where I was going,” I tell him quietly.

  My cold bottle of wine was an innocent bystander, just like this poor guy with his short brown hair and deep blue eyes. My bottle
of wine fell and shattered all over the ground, and the red liquid seeped and flowed all over the black pavement. Blue pieces of glass littered the ground, like my heart.

  I had been holding the bottle when I caught them together. I thought Jess was my friend, I was so wrong.

  “Fuck,” the man growled before turning fully to me. I was looking at the wine on the ground but looked up suddenly when I heard him growl. The deepest blue eyes were staring at me, and it was a little disconcerting. He was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

  He took in my red-rimmed eyes and disheveled appearance. His eyes were seeing more then what was on the surface. This man was seeing deep inside of me.

  “You okay?” He asked me gently, in a voice deep and rich.

  “Sure, all is right with the world,” I said with a hysterical laugh.

  “I’m really sorry,” I tell him quietly as I bent over to pick up the broken pieces of the bottle. Something I couldn’t do for my heart.

  “I’ll get this, you go take a hot bath or something,” the man tells me. His voice was filled with sinful promise.

  “No, I stumbled into you, and this is my mess,” I tell him firmly.

  “Really, go,” he tells me in a way that left no room for argument.

  I looked up at him from my crouched position. I slowly raised my hand and put it in his stretched-out hand. As he helped me to my feet, I gave him a small smile as well as the pieces that I was able to collect. We put them in the plastic bag that was in my other hand.

  “Thank you,” I gave him my best fake smile and walked past him.

  He didn’t say a word as I disappeared inside. I felt like crap for more than one reason. Gary, Jess and now the hottest man to grace this earth has seen me at my worse.

  Chapter 1

  Charlotte

  One Year Ago.

  “Come on, I need my coffee,” Someone grumbled behind me.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell them quickly as I rushed to fill the coffee pot again. I had already fumbled by pouring the coffee ground in without the filter.

  “Lo,” Mia says quietly. “It’s okay,” she tells me gently.

  It wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay, but I didn’t have it in me to tell Mia that. Then another customer sighed loudly frustrated that I was taking too long.

  Well, if you walked in on your best friend… Ex-best friend, my mind reminded me. Sorry, my ex-best friend fucking your boyfriend, you would also be all out of sorts.

  Flashes of the night before intruded my thoughts. In one hand, I held a plastic bag and the other I held a bottle of wine. Moans and grunts were coming from Gary’s room.

  Concern filled me as I walked in that direction. Did Gary fall and hurt himself? He was in good shape, but anyone can get hurt.

  The closer I got, the louder the sounds got. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I heard more than one voice. I pushed on the partially open door and stepped into the room.

  Gary was on the bed kneeling behind a woman with long blond hair. She was on her hands and knees, and they were both naked.

  The tears that had been lingering started to spill over as the scene played out before me. Gary was really going at it. Is this what people looked like having sex?

  Relief flooded me since I haven’t had sex with him yet. I haven’t had sex with anyone, wanting to wait until I was married. I watched as if this was a bad horror movie. Then Gary turned his head my way, and his brown eyes widened.

  They were shit brown, and I just now noticed that small detail. I never thought of Gary’s eyes being that color while we dated. Jess also turned her head to look at me. Her green eyes grew bigger as she tried to move out from under Gary. Although, he had his hands clamped on her hips and held her in place.

  I must have made some sort of distressed sound. His hips kept moving even though he looked ready to be sick. Actually, I was ready to be sick, oh god, how many have there been?

  Gary and I have been dating a year and two months. Jess and I have been friends for three years. How often has this happened? My chest constricted, and I pulled the bottle of wine to my chest as if it could comfort me. Like an old beloved teddy bear.

  “Lo,” Mia said gently, pulling me from my thoughts.

  I’ve known Mia since high school. We’ve been friends since the third day of high school. I turned and looked at her.

  “Why don’t you take a fifteen-minute break. I’ve got this,” Mia tells me quietly.

  Looking over my shoulder, I took in the long line of frustrated patrons and gave her a nod.

  Without a word, I walked quickly into the back room. I found a box, and sat down letting the world settle around me.

  Chapter 2

  Dean

  One Year Ago.

  I’ve been watching Willow when Gary’s girlfriend all but threw her bottle of wine at me. Judging by the look in her eyes, I knew she finally caught him in the act.

  I felt something for her, and that didn’t happen very often in my line of work. You learned to cut off any emotional ties that didn’t benefit you or your job. There was family and family.

  Her eyes were full of unshed tears as she pulled at her hair with her now free hand. I wasn’t sure she even knew she was doing it.

  She squatted down and started to carefully pick up the broken pieces of glass. I heard her apologize and she made some sort of reply.

  I was surprised when I offered to clean up the mess, considering I was the victim and nowhere near a nice guy. Fuck, people who knew me called me an asshole.

  “Really, go,” I tell her firmly.

  Why the fuck did this seem important?

  “Thank you,” she tells me, her voice was barely a whisper.

  I didn’t say a word as she disappeared into the building. I had been leaning up against Willow’s house since it was next door. From what I could tell, Willow was her only real neighbor.

  As soon as Cole got his ass back here, I was heading into Gary’s as the fucker’s card had just been punched. Tonight, Gary was going to die.

  Chapter 3

  Charlotte

  Eleven Months Ago.

  He was back, well not really. The man that I bumped into was standing in line waiting for coffee. I felt little butterflies erupt in my stomach. My hands instinctively tried to fix my hair, but I kept them on the task of filling another coffee cup.

  It was strange, we just kept meeting, and it was almost stalker like. But who was the stalker me or wine guy? A small laugh escaped at the thought. It was the first real carefree moment I’ve felt in quite some time.

  My eyes found his profile again, and I tried not to linger, afraid I’d get caught. I took in his sun-kissed skin, dark brown hair, and the way his lips curved sensually.

  Swallowing, I looked down at my hands fighting the need to clench them. I wanted to run my fingers through wine guys hair as I scream his name.

  Oh god, what was wrong with me? I didn’t even know his name let alone, wait… I can’t go there. I bet he was an asshole. He was too good looking to be anything but. I knew assholes, and this man oozed it.

  Sighing I tried to focus on the task at hand. But I couldn’t bring myself to pretend the guy wasn’t there. That this sinfully handsome man wasn’t standing in the lobby even if he was most likely a dick.

  My hands trembled as I thought of him between my thighs licking and biting. Oh god, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t shut it off.

  My eyes cast to the clock only ten more minutes of this before I could pull off my apron and rush out of the building like it was on fire.

  I knew something that was on fire, and it wasn’t something I could run from. Damn, wine guy licked his lips while looking at me, my body just went into overdrive. I wanted this man with an unparallel need. It was almost unhealthy.

  “Char?” Mia whispered.

  I turned to look at her, but she was focused on my hands. My eyes returned to them and saw that they were trembling.

  “You can go home,” she tells me gently.
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br />   I was sure she thought this was due to exhaustion or that my father had me on edge. This was actually my second job.

  Dad’s medical expenses were drowning us in debt. I took this job, so we didn’t starve. We shared my apartment up until recently when he was once again admitted to the hospital.

  I should feel relief or maybe do a dance that he was in there again. He was suffering like I have all these years.

  My mother passed away when I was seven, and my father turned into a drunk. His breath was always putrid with the stench of alcohol. I hated when he twisted his fist in my shirt since I could smell his breath in my face.

  His anger contorted his features and tears would fill my eyes as he shook me like a rag doll. I never knew what was going to set him off. Yet here I was, all those torturous years later caring for the man.

  When I was sixteen, I wanted to go on a date, and it would be my first real one. The dance was coming up, and I so badly wanted to go. I even went as far as saving every penny from all the bottle deposits to save for this oversized dress from goodwill. I had hand stitched the seam to make it smaller. It still didn’t fit, but it covered me.

  When my dad saw me, he latched onto me. His hand crushed my upper arm as he leaned in. The smell of alcohol reeked from him, and his eyes looked crazed as he called me a whore. He actually slapped me across the face. The night of the dance he locked me in my room and refused to answer the front door for Tom, my date.

  So many memories had me question why I was killing myself now to help a man who nothing did but bring me down and make me feel like nothing.

  My dad was the reason why I kept going after all the Gary’s of the world. The cheating no good bastard! And for some stupid reason, I continued to do it.

  Slipping the apron over my head, I nodded to Mia. I tried to say thank you, but my throat closed and refused to open. I couldn’t get any words out.

  The line was shorter as I returned from the back. Clocking out only took a few minutes but Mia had already cleared half the lobby.

  My eyes scanned the patrons. Wine guy was gone, and my heart sank.