Kruger pointed out several times during the conversation that I was only supposed to observe from the outside and that I went against direct orders.
I tried to appease him by telling him my gut intuition led me inside, but he was unsatisfied with that explanation.
As far as I’m concerned, he’s gonna have to get over it.
I’m a grown assed man and she’s no spring chicken. We were and are consenting adults, probably the first thing she’s been able to control in several years. It was no sacrifice on my part to gift her that.
He finally cooled down and we got to the topic at hand. We came up with a plan of execution and my brothers should be rolling into town in the next several hours. When I informed them about Ella, things were so quiet on the other end that if someone was to drop a pin, I’d have heard it loud and clear.
The job given to me for the day is to follow, observe and snap photographs with my polaroid. We need to see who it is that we are up against. What odds will be stacked against us as we pursue the release of my woman and her girl.
Our girl.
I meant what I said last night, by making her mine, my old lady, that makes Ella my daughter in not only my eyes, but the eyes of the club.
And I did make my declaration and intent well-known last night. I claimed her as my old lady which means that she’s protected in the club’s eyes as not only family, but as a sacred and coveted old lady.
The smile that broadens on my face as I watch Star interact with Ella is uplifting. This will be my future, my family, the only two people who walk this earth that will have my whole-hearted commitment.
Not that I wouldn’t sacrifice anything for my club and brothers, but these two will be the oxygen that I breathe. The two people who will ultimately keep me grounded and pursue a life worth living.
I thought my world was complete before venturing out to protect family. That couldn’t have been further from the truth I realize at this moment. I was just pacing through, waiting for them to come in and complete me.
My orders to keep my distance today were very clear. But I’m having a hard time not rushing up to them and grabbing them while I have the two of them in the same spot. It would be the perfect time and opportunity to rescue them and ride off into the sunset.
But I’m a lone man and could run into problems that would put us all at more jeopardy. And that would defeat the purpose of our plans. We don’t want to just rescue my family; we want to take out the source of their threat.
We aren’t dumb fucks; we know that just because you chop off the head of the organization doesn’t mean another one won’t rear its ugly head. Someone always has to be the head honcho of a criminal organization. As long as I’m living and breathing, I will ensure the safety of Star and Ella.
If I have to put my life on the line each and every day to see to this, I will. I guarantee that I will cut the heads off anyone that pops up and is a threat to them. We already have one enemy who’s escaped death, I won’t have another threat hiding like a coward in the shadows.
Enough is fucking enough.
It’s a good thing I purchased several cartridges of film, because each time the two of them are together, I snap a photo. For myself, not for the club. I want to start a photo album, something I’m sure Star doesn’t have. I feel a sense of sorrow sweep through me when I wonder if she has any baby pictures of Ella. I bet she doesn’t; if any exist they’re being hidden or held over her head.
Fucking piece of shit.
I want to give her what’s been forbidden to her in the past. It may not be much, but even these few photographs should put a smile on her face.
And at the end of the day, as her man, that’s my job. And I intend to do a damn good job at it.
I just have to get her away from here in order to make it a reality.
My brothers can’t show up quick enough to satisfy the hunger I feel to hold her in my arms, to meet my daughter, to gift them the fucking world on a damn gold plated platter.
It’s nothing less than both of them deserve.
The woman with them catches my attention. I’ve seen her face somewhere before; I just can’t place where. Is she friend or foe?
I take several photos of her and the man standing guard over the three of them. I know that fucker’s face, I saw it last night in the club. He’s the one who took Star from me before I was ready. I think she called him Gray.
One of Jeremiah’s head henchmen if memory serves from the intel we discovered on him and his organization. This man, Gray, is perceived from our intelligence to be a lethal sonofabitch.
He, we must definitely keep our eyes on.
He has an extensive military background and a childhood that makes me quiver.
He was a killer at the ripe young age of fifteen, his sentence was to join the Armed Forces of the United States government. We trained him, fed him and paid for him to become a lethal human machine.
Our tax dollars well spent.
The day passes by quickly, and before I know it, I’m following Star’s daughter and the woman back to a townhouse that’s heavily guarded.
At least now, I know where both of my girls are being held.
It’s a steppingstone that we’ll need when the time comes to annihilate the enemy and rescue the
