head of the Demon Raiders.
The motherfucker is insane. According to the records we’d found on him, Mason likes to beat on women. Uses them to his advantage and if he doesn’t kill them, he hands them over to his second in command, Sam. When I’d looked at the file Nerd had on both of them, I could barely see straight. What Mason does not do to those women; Sam does. No woman is left to speak of the horrors they suffer. The only reason Milley lasted as long as she had was due to being promised to Sam.
So, hearing Tinsley telling Rachel about the night she’d been raped didn’t bode well with me. I was unable to see straight. My vision blurs at hearing the pain in her voice. If the fucker was still alive, I’d gut him with the steel claws I have and use when needed.
“Brother,” Shadow murmurs from behind me.
Shaking my head, I walk away from everyone. I ignore the pain that shines in Tinsley’s eyes. I ignore all my brothers calling my name. Heading out the front door, I stride straight to my bike and straddle her. I need to get away for a bit.
Bringing her to life with a roar, I back out of my spot and hit the throttle, gun it down the road that leads away from the clubhouse to the main road. That’s the thing about our clubhouse, it’s set where no one can see it and you can’t find it unless you know where to look or get an invite.
Letting the wind hit me, I fight the screams in my head telling me I’m fucked for leaving Tinsley at the clubhouse the way I had. But I can’t handle this shit right now. It’s too fuckin’ much. I already don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to taking care of Cody. I love my son. From the moment he was placed in my arms I’ve loved him and I’ll do anything for him.
But when it comes to women, it seems I can’t get my shit together.
First, Izzy, I swore on my best friend's grave I’d always take care of his sister. Protect her from being harmed. She might have been a rebellious teenager but it’s not like her parents gave a shit about her. She’d been hurting to the point she wanted to kill herself. I may have stopped her that day, but it wasn’t me who protects her now and has been there for her. That is all her ol’ man, Twister.
Then there’s Milley, granted I wasn’t with her. I fucked up, I should have gotten her fuckin’ name before I’d fucked her. If I’d done that maybe she wouldn’t be dead right now but holding her son. A son who will never know his birth mother because of some sick bastard who beat her to death.
And last there’s Tinsley, she went through so much. I hadn’t even protected her from herself a week ago when she’d cut herself. Fuck, I hadn’t even thought to make sure she was okay mentally. I’d been dealing with a bunch of other shit in my head and making my claim on her, I didn’t fuckin’ think.
Seeing the sign for my hometown, I realize I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. More like my body was taking me where I needed to go. Pulling off the exit, I headed for the cemetery where Chase’s grave is.
I park the bike and climb off. Putting my hands in my pockets, I stride through the rows of headstones wondering how many of them had died at such a young age.
Stopping in front of the stone I’ve sat against many times over the years. I stare down at my friend’s name. Chase was more than just a friend though, he was my brother.
Sighing, I sit down, and lean against his headstone. “I fucked up, man,” I murmur, lowering my head.
“You’d be fuckin’ pissed at me if you were here now. Shit, you probably would have already beaten my ass for not protecting Izzy from herself. Now I’ve got a kid I’m trying to do right by. He’s only a month old and has people wanting to kill him. Then there’s this beautiful woman who brought him to me. She’s done everything she could to protect him. When the fuckers found her she didn’t even give up where Cody was. Fuck man, Tinsley has so much pain in her life already she doesn’t deserve this kinda