“Is it really?” I say quietly.
“Are you not happy?” She looks concerned.
“I worry about what it would mean for our family. It’s a lot on my shoulders and it means I’ll have less time. Plus, this means you become the first lady. Pip will show you the ropes, but it means more responsibility for you on top of Beau and the new baby.”
I watch all the emotions cross her face as she digests what I’ve told her.
“Jason, I support you completely. I understand the changes this means for us as a family, but it’s nothing we can’t handle together. Plus, we will have the full support of the club.”
Well fuck!
I place my hands on either side of her face and kiss her with everything I have.
“So, we’re doing this?” I check.
“Yes, Mr. President, we’re doing this.”
I chuckle at the pure sass of my girl.
“You’ll pay for that later.”
“Oh, something to look forward to.”
She kisses my nose and heads back into the clubhouse.
4
Carrie
I have a bounce to my step as I walk back into the clubhouse. I am so proud of Jason, being offered the Prez position is a huge honor and I know how much this means to him.
I catch BJ’s eye as I hit the main room and give him a smirk with a cheeky wink.
He laughs and shakes his head at me.
A commotion at the bar draws my attention just in time for me to duck as a glass flies past the top of my head and smashes on the wall behind me.
I cover my head as glass rains down on me, a few pieces cutting my arms as I let out a shout. This girl is no screamer.
“Wire, what the fuck?” I hear Tank shout as arms wrap around me.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
I slowly look up to see a pale Wire with shock, guilt, and remorse written all over his face. But I also notice fear, hurt, and pain too. He’s struggling so much and I have no clue how to help him.
“Carrie, oh god. No, I’m so sorry.” He reaches a hand out to me but thinks better of it as he then drops it beside him and his head falls forward.
“Wire.” I move out of Tank’s arms and step slowly toward Wire.
He moves back away from me like a scared animal.
“Wire, honey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Please,” I beg as I keep slowly moving toward him.
“It’s not okay, precious. Nothing is okay anymore,” he says so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“Talk to me. Just us, I’m here and always will be. Together we can make it okay again,” I promise him.
The room is so quiet it’s like we’re the only two here.
Wire shakes his head.
“No one can help me. I’m dirty, precious.” His words are heart-wrenching.
“No, Wire. No! You are not dirty. Why would you think that?”
His whole body is shaking now.
“I’m dirty and broken. I don’t deserve to be around someone as precious as you. I’m not worth it.”
I can feel the tears sliding down my cheeks as I watch the man, I have grown to love like a brother, break right in front of me.
“You are worth everything, Wire. You are not dirty, and you are not broken. Please let me help you,” I beg.
I can see Blossom watching us with heartbreak all over her face but also what I think is understanding. I don’t know her story, she is one of Pandora’s Phoenix’s. But I have noticed her watching Wire more and more.
“I’m sorry. I’m just so fucking sorry. I just want it to stop,” Wire pleads.
“I can help make it stop. Just let me help you.” I have managed to get right in front of him.
I slowly place my hand on his arm, and this was definitely the wrong thing to do.
“Don’t touch me!” he screams.
“I’ll make you dirty,” he cries as he turns and runs outside. A few seconds later we hear his bike.
This gets me moving as I run out after him, only to see his dust as he shoots out of the lot.
“Wire,” I shout after him even though it’s no use and he’s gone.
Arms wrap around me from behind and I know they are Tank’s.
“You tried. Let’s get them cuts on your arms looked at.” He turns me and steers me back into the clubhouse.
“Come on, Carrie, let’s get you in the infirmary,” Doc tells me.
“No. Please, can someone go after him? He’s struggling with what happened when he was taken, he needs us.”
“Carrie, his behavior is getting worse,” Bull says.
“I don’t care. You’d turn your back on him when he needs you the most?” I demand.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jason demands as he comes in from the kids’ area.
“Wire lost his shit and Carrie’s got a couple of cuts,” Doc tells him.
He is straight over to me, looking over my arms.
“I’m fine, he threw a glass as I walked into the room. He wasn’t aiming at me. Joker, please, you should have seen him. He broke right there in front me. I’m scared what he will do.”
His face becomes angry as he misunderstands what I mean.
“You should never be scared of a brother,” he growls.
“For fuck’s sake. Does anyone hear what I am saying? Listen carefully, all of you!” I demand, getting angry myself.
“Okay, Carrie, we’re listening,” Prez says from next to me.
Nodding at him in thanks I explain.
“I’m not scared of any brother here. I’m scared for Wire. The pain in his eyes was overwhelming. He kept telling me he was dirty and broken. Something happened to him when he was taken, he’s struggling to come to terms with it. He needs our support and love. Not us giving up on him.”
I watch every brother and ol’ lady in the club as they take in what I’ve said.
“He’s become unpredictable,” Trader says.
“Hurting Carrie can’t be allowed,” Marvel adds.
I notice Blossom giving Pandora a look and slipping out.
Pandora catches my eye and gives me a slight nod as if to say she’s with me.
“He needs help, not judgment,” she says.
“We’ve tried to help him, but he doesn’t want it,” Nitro grunts.
“Yeah, then why was he asking Carrie to make it stop? Doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t want help,” Pandora quips back.
“Sounds to me like someone who needs help but doesn’t know who or how to ask for it.” I back her up.
“Babydoll, he hurt you. That is not okay with me,” Jason says.
“I get that, but it was an accident. If you turn your back on him when he needs you the most, you’re not the man I thought you were. None of you are.”
I turn and head to our room to clean up. I notice Pandora behind me.
“Carrie, let me look at your cuts,” Doc says.
I level him with my best bitch face.
“No thanks, wouldn’t want to be too much trouble when I need help.”
With that said I turn and keep on to our room with Pandora.
“Think they’ll listen and get their stubborn heads out their asses?” she asks.
“I hope so, otherwise us stepping in again is going to be a little different than before,” I warn her as I rub my growing stomach.
“Already stepped in,” she says.
I stop and turn to face her.
“What do you mean?”
She gives me the ‘are you dumb’ look.
“Blossom has gone after Wire. She has a bit of thing of him but also has expertise in this area. She will help him as his brothers seem to have turned their backs on him,” she finishes with a sneer.
I grunt and carry on to my room.
“Don’t think they have given up, but I also know they are stuck with how to help him. Men are idiots.”
She nods.
“Let’s hope Blossom can reach him before he’s lost.”
All we can do now is hope like hell she does.
Afterword
This is not exactly the story I want to bring you, but it is a sneak peek into what is to come in Wire’s book Broken Soul and also the new Havoc Originals series which will include books from Prez, Bull, and Reck.
Sadly, I caught Covid and dealt with other issues which have greatly affected my writing. But I am getting back to normal now and have so many books planned for this year and also some already planned for next year.
I also have a new British MC series coming this year working with the amazing Amy Davies, Ellie R. Hunter, and Ruby Carter.
Plus, a whole new series which will be completely different to my MC books so keep an eye out for that coming your way soon.
Thank you so much for the amazing support I have had from my family, friends, authors, and also you readers.
Your support means the world. These books are for you and the joy they bring you.
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Also by Claire Shaw
Books In The Sons Of Havoc Series
Unbreakable Love
Fierce Love
Babys Guns & Roses
Merry Havoc Christmas
Road Wreckers Series
Chaos – Coming Soon
Harmony Hills Serie
A Little Dirty On My Boots – Coming soon
Confessions Of A Simple Country Boy
Book 10 in series coming in October
Nomad
Amie Davies
1
This is what I live for, the wind moves around me as I cut through the invisible barrier that covers the open road. Just me and all of this open space is a good place for me to be. The road beneath my bike’s wheels soothes my black soul.
My life has been one of solitary and I like it that way. From a young boy my parents were fucking cunts to me, treating me like a meal ticket without actually giving me a meal. They would use the money to buy their next fix, so I would starve or scavenge for food. I learned from an early age that I could only depend on myself.
When I was in high school, I had my growth spurt over the summer and everyone took notice. I began getting facial hair, my body filled out, so I started working out and the chicks came running but like my early lesson about people, there was another vital lesson that I learned real fucking quick.
Chicks will do anything they can to get what they want.
Unfortunately, some people didn’t like what I did to put those bitches back in their place, so I got into a ton of fucking fights and was kicked out of school. Fighting seemed to be my thing from there on out. I found out about an underground fighting syndicate and got into that. I won every one of my fights, taking a few punches and broken bones along the way.
I was a brawler and that was that.
My first stint in prison was when I was twenty-one and it didn’t stop there but that time inside was a pivotal point for me. While in there they thought they could bully me and intimidate me, but the fuckers found out really quick that I was not one to push over.
Plus, I got a helping hand from two guys, Blake and Ice. They were part of an MC and they took me under their wing. When I got out the fuckers were waiting for me and took me back to their clubhouse where I stayed for six years.
During the six years, I learned how to do everything a good mechanic can do. I also got into fighting again and brought some mega bucks to the club. They support me through everything, they would die for me and me them.
They were my brothers through and through, blood or not. So when I met Jenn my life felt complete. We were married for three years before it all fell into the pits of hell and it sucked me down with it.
The club moved into a new business venture and some local punks didn’t like the idea, so they caused some motherfucking chaos. They shot up our home when we were on a run for the club, these cunts knew we wouldn’t be there, but they also knew that all of the clubs Old Ladies would be in one place.
The Old Ladies were hurt badly, but some came away without a scratch, but my Jenn was killed; she took a bullet right through her heart. I always knew that my blackened soul would catch up with me. I never thought I was good enough for her, but she always seemed to make me believe in myself.
Until that day.
Knowing that one day the other shoe will drop is a shitty way to live life, but I did it and I am still living it. Not being able to cope with being around our house, or the clubhouse anymore, I left. Handed in my patch and declared myself a Nomad. It took the club some time to agree since they wanted to keep me safe and support me through my grieving, but I needed out.
The feeling of being caged is not good for anyone’s soul, but mine spiraled deeper in Hell. It could feel the flames licking at my heels as I descended, but the throttle on my bike was the only thing keeping me from completing my fall.
When I became a Nomad, I had one thing in mind; track down the cunts that killed my Old Lady and make them die a slow, painful death. It took me a little over two years to find them and slit the throat of the fucker who ordered the hit after I broke every bone in his hand.
Broke his jaw, broke a few ribs. Sliced him up and then added salt to the wounds, hearing his cries of pain was almost enough to soothe my demon but he needed more, so I took great pleasure in locking them all in their shitty little run-down clubhouse and burning it to the ground.
I can still hear their screams, along with the crackling of their wooden clubhouse burning. It took two hours for the building to finally collapse and I watched every second of it from up on a hill. The fire crews couldn’t control the fire, they didn’t even attempt to try and save anyone inside. They knew who was in there and no doubt were happy that they were ended, so their little town could relax for once.
To know that your Old Lady got hurt because someone in your club looked at one of their men wrong is beyond thinking about. It was fucked up and completely unnecessary.
Knowing that the fucks where dead, I thought I would want to go back home but the feel of the free road called to me. The feeling of going wherever the hell I wanted was too appealing to me to let me go back home and stay in one place. Plus, knowing that Jenn wasn’t going to be there when I got home wasn’t lost on me, so I stayed Nomad.
Being Nomad was something I was made for I know that now eight years on. I keep myself in good shape for the long rides and the heavy lifting jobs I am sometimes needed for. Other clubs associated with my club back home, call on me when they need shit done, they know I will always see a job through.
I only have a few conditions, no women or children get hurt, as long as the woman isn’t a gigantic cunt. No elderly and I get paid for each job. Living as a Nomad is easy riding, but I still need to eat and staying in my tent gets real fucking old.
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring I live each day as if it is my last. I live for me and me alone, with no regrets.
2
My back aches telling me it is time to stop and take a break, I have been riding for the past six hours to get to my destination to help a club out with a rodent problem and by rodent, I mean little fucking punks who think they can come in and take over the home club’s drug business.
Unfortunately for the club, the little fucker leading the crew is the local politician’s nephew, who everyone in town fears, so they need an outsider to come in and take care of the infestation.
I see a sign for a bar and motel just a little further up the highway, so I decide to stop there for some food and a drink, maybe even stay the night. It has been weeks since I got my dick wet, maybe I can find some chick to bang to help with my sleep tonight.
When Jenn died, I lost all feeling in my dick for a few years, then I met an old codger on the road, and he told me that life was too short to not sow my wild oats as he said. He told me that like his late wife, my Jenn wouldn’t want me to live my life alone and that I should find a nice lady to settle down with, but I know my heart wasn’t ready for it back
then, but now and then the thoughts do flicker through my mind.
What scares the fuck out of me is loving someone again and having her taken from me, that is why I think my black heart stays black. It is safer for my soul and my insanity, because after Jenn died, I lost myself so deep, I think it will take a fucking angel to pull me out.
Before long, the building comes into view and I glide my bike into the parking lot next to it and shut down my bike, then climb off and stash my helmet in one of my saddlebags.
Stepping closer to the door, the loud music of old school rock fills my hearing and I smile at the memories that they bring. Jenn loved old school rock, she was a huge fan of Queen and Def Leppard. I took her to a concert or two of theirs and she would be horny for weeks after, thanking me for the memories.
My hand rests on the huge oak wood door and I push it, letting my senses be assaulted by the smell and sound of the bar. The room is packed, tables are full, the bar looks like it is the hot place to be since there is no available space there. Bikers mixed with bikers. Bikers and civilians mingle in the room, but no fighting is breaking out, thank fuck.
“We are a neutral bar. If you don’t like it, tough shit. You can stay or fuck off.” Comes a voice so fucking angelic my cock weeps to hear more.
What the fuck?
I frown and look to my right where the bar is situated and see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and that is saying something since Jenn was as hot as they come with her biker chick style and attitude.
But this chick, fuck me on a stick, she was beyond hot, with that casual girl next door look, with curves for days, something that I never go for. The women I bang, are always caked in makeup and wearing next to nothing. I made sure that no woman that rode my dick looked like my dead wife, and this woman meets that criteria as well.
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