Storm (Sinning Cobras MC #1) - Colbie Kay Page 0,2

get rid of them. It’s been two years, and they aren’t going anywhere. We’re no closer to getting answers out of them today than we were day fuckin’ one. I don’t know when exactly you and Ace lost sight of the job, but this…” He pokes his finger into the middle of my chest. “This isn’t helping them or us.”

Throwing his arm away, I stomp toward my room and glance over my shoulder. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” My tone hardens because he’s right. I have to handle this shit with Haven. He was half-ass right about one other thing: I’m not scared, I’m fuckin’ terrified to think about what could happen with new brothers, new prospects, and new hang-arounds. I need her, and I cannot lose her. I’ll put dealing with it off for as long as I can, but it appears I’m running out of time.

2 YEARS AGO

“Storm, we have a problem at the front gate. Prospect just called and said we need to get out there now,” Snake’s voice booms with urgency through the quiet bar.

“Let’s go.” Jumping from the barstool, I race behind Snake. My quick, pounding footsteps halt once we reach the gate’s opening. Two girls. Young, maybe teenagers? One hidden behind the other, only peeking her eyes over the other’s shoulder. What the hell? Where did they come from, and why are they here?

“Who are you?” I inch closer, my tone unyielding and demanding. It’s not like we’re within the city limits, and they could just stumble upon our compound. No, we’re in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. I’m on high alert because with our club, we have enemies. Could this be a setup? Could someone have sent these two girls?

The prospect blurts, “They emerged out of nowhere. I was walking the perimeter, and when I got back, they were just standing here. They won’t speak.”

Suspicious, my stare travels over the girl. She’s dirty and appears to be underweight by the look of her sunken cheeks. Her long dark hair is so ratted, I don’t think it’s been brushed for months, and dark circles can be seen under her eyes. Taking another step toward the gate, I fist the metal rods, just as she’s doing with her blackened fingers and nails. The girl behind her cowers as if she’s fuckin’ scared shitless. “Who are you?” I repeat my question, lowering my voice.

Her eyes, big and doe shaped, meet mine. I almost drop to the ground. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel as though this one glance ripped into my very soul. A soul I thought had vanished long ago with all the fuckin’ shit I’ve done. She’s shaking and trying not to cower from fear, but she is also attempting to shield the girl behind her, making it appear as if she is acting strong for someone else and not herself. After a few seconds, she grips the fence tighter and stands taller, but I notice the way her hands tremble against the metal. “My name is Haven Benning, and this is my sister Chapel. Can you help us?” Her quivering voice is soft.

The brittleness I see and hear added onto the words, “Can you help us,” sends a jolt of electricity blasting inside my dead black heart. It’s as if that one jolt shocked my heart into beating again and brought me back to life. This overwhelming urgency spirals through me, screaming at me to protect her at all costs. No matter what. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Snake orders, “Tell us where you came from.”

She doesn’t respond; our eyes are glued to one another as if neither of us can break this invisible chain that has shackled us together. It’s growing heavier and stronger by the second. Never in my life have I ever experienced something like this. It’s out of my control and too fuckin’ strong for me to fight. “Prospect, let them in.”

“Storm!” Snake shouts my name.

I can’t tear my gaze away from hers, so I simply answer, “I’ll handle it, Snake.” I don’t know what hell she’s risen from, but I’m her protector now. She’ll be safe as long as I’m near.

The day Haven Benning stood at the gates of our compound is a day I will never forget.

2

Haven

“Haven.” I wake to the sound of the gravelly timbre of Storm’s voice. Since my stay here at what he calls the clubhouse, I’ve fallen in love with his deep sexy voice as much as I’ve fallen in