I finish putting all of Lincoln’s clothes in a duffel and start putting mine in another. I don’t really have a lot to pack which is good considering I have no intention of coming back here. Nope, Lincoln and I will be starting anew. Whether Isaac accepts Lincoln as his or not, I’ll be sure the little boy will be happy.
One way or another, life from here on out is going to get better.
With clothes packed, I place them by the door. I then move on to packing up Lincoln’s toys. I make sure to leave his stuffed snake out and blanket. It’s funny really, that he’d become attached to something like a stuffed snake rather than a bear. Especially, since his father is called Venom.
Chapter Two
Venom
Sitting on the barstool facing the room, I grin. It’s not often I do but fuck it. It’s a Friday night and the club’s having a party. Clubwhores are scattered throughout the room. It’s been tense over the last several months. We needed tonight to let off some steam. That night when we rescued Parker from Chigger, we’d found Lyrica, a woman who belongs to a member of the Inferno’s Clutch MC.
Shocked the hell out of me. Sad part is, she’s in bad shape still. We’re having to keep a close eye on her and keep her locked up in her room. Those assholes had injected her with that shit they’d given Harlow. With those sensations and the fact she’s still healing from the damage they’d done to her, Tinsley, with the help of Doctor Alvarez, has been keeping her sedated. Them and Connors, when she’s here, are the only ones who go into her room. To make matters worse, one of the men knocked her up.
None of us want to scare her more than she already is. Or hear her beg to be fucked. It’s ridiculous the affect the drug Heavenly Rose has on the woman’s body. Harlow’s even admit to still getting the overwhelming need to Ranger, and it’s been a while since that shit was injected into her system. Fucked up part of it all is Harlow didn’t even get as much of it as this woman or the others.
Shit, those women, we’d ended up calling in a group of men who are associated with Twister’s charter to come in and assist in getting the women the help they need. Jackson and his men came up and took them all back down to Franklin to get them the medical treatment they need without bringing suspicion to them. They had someone they could use.
Scanning the room, I notice Harley sitting with Neo at a table. I thought what she went through would set her back but she’s determined not to let it happen. With her, at the table, is Raven and Victoria. She’s still nervous around women but after giving Victoria a chance to explain some things she’d been dealing with, Harley forgave her.
Luna has yet to fix things between them, most likely this is due to her not coming around very much. She’s embarrassed by the way she acted. We all know this and are leaving the women’s bullshit drama between them.
“Brother, you gonna sit there and sip that beer all night, or you gonna get in on some of the action?” Whip chuckles, pulling me from my thoughts.
Lifting my beer to my mouth, I shrug while downing the rest of the contents.
“Naw, I’m not in the mood to be getting my dick wet by anyone here,” I mutter. I’m not trying to take the chance of yet another selfish bitch trying to sink their claws in me. I’ve dealt with that already and I don’t want to even think about her. I thought I’d been in love with Emilia, she’d been a wild child, great in the fuckin’ bed and enjoyed me playing with her body any way I wanted to. If I wanted her to suck me off while I ate her out, she’d been down for it. If I wanted her ass, she would be on all fours in a hot minute ready for me to take her. Being with her had been amazing at least until the end when I realized what a self-absorbed bitch she really is.
If it hadn’t been for Whip seeing her out at a bar when I’d been on duty one night, I’d never have known. What hurt worse was losing Amaya in my life as well. She’d been the shy quirky one who always made me laugh.
“I hear ya, brother, wanna get out of here? We got shit to do tomorrow.” Yeah, we’ve got shit to do tomorrow. A run that we’ll need to leave bright and fuckin’ early for to be at the Franklin Charter when they get back from the docks. We’ll be taking the shipment off their hands and dispersing it between Hammer’s and Blow’s clubs.
“Yeah.” I nod and turn on the stool, place the empty bottle on the bar top, and stand to my feet. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I clench my teeth as I pull it out hoping it’s not the number I keep getting calls from.
I want nothing to do with her.
Glancing at the screen, I frown at K-9’s name popping up.
I tap on answer and bring the phone to my ear. “Fucker, we’re gonna see you in the morning. What are you calling me for?”
“Got a call from Jennings,” he says, mentioning our sergeant from before we got out.
“What did he have to say?” I ask.
“Wanted to inform me of Terson’s death. They found his body three days ago.” Oh fuck. Terson had been one of the five who reenlisted after our last deployment. Hearing he’d died is fuckin’ hard. Worse than that, the man just lost his wife to a freak accident where she ran off the road hitting a tree. She’d died on impact. The guys from our unit went down for
