Book TRK
Chapter 12 (Zero)
Chapter 12 (Zero)
"Hey you, didn't think you would call so soon. I'm just pulling a shift at the hospital tonight. Hannah said
they were understaffed so I offered to pull the extra weight, might as well start early.”
I listen to her sweet voice, so unlike Beggar. Quinn the chatterbox.
"Yeah, that's good, just make sure your ass is in my bed when I get back,” Quinn is a great woman.
She understands I care for her. It's the most she will get from me and she is okay with that.
It is enough. She has no baggage, no emotional shit and she is older.
She understands my job with the government so I never have to keep shit from her.
I met Quinn before I got deployed for a retrieval mission in Hong Kong. It was a month after Beggar left
me.
I was fucked, got into it with all the brothers besides Killer. He told me if he beat me up it'd be what I
wanted and he wasn't feeling generous. Fucking ass-hole was always right, that time was no different
I was drowning in a river with no beginning, no end, so close to getting on my bike and saying fuck it to
everything. Then I met talkative Quinn.
“When will that be? I thought you wanted me to meet you outside, how did outside get to inside, let a
lone on your bed.”
“Babe, it's been a while, I need to see if I still have a dick left.”
“That's what your hands are for Zero, use it.”
This is what I like about her, her easy nature, the flow. Being with Quinn is as simple as breathing.
No stress, or fits, or getting lied to or ducking around like a fucking teenager.
Not sure how we happened, at first we were just two people, both dealing with our own stuff. She broke
down and told me her story which wasn't anything half as bad as Beggar or the other women in my
past.
I was reluctant at first to tell her anything but eventually I got pissed ass drunk and told her mine.
And in my drunken state we connected in every sense of the word, I fucked her and she wasn't that
bad, gave me great head.
After I left the first time I started getting letters from her and now here I am four months later and my
second mission in Trinidad completed, ready to get back to Kanla.
A new woman waiting for me who would never expect a thing more than what I give her. Nor, is she
fucked in the head and plotting my brother's death like Beggar.
I can call her Beggar now, it is who she is. Letting Beauty go was hard, and I think I have let ago. I have
moved on.
Life is too short, I don't want mine to end without settling down. I'm at the age in my life where I want to
have a kid, I am too old for shit and lying women.
If there is one thing Quinn made clear to me was that she never wanted to be the other woman. She
wanted it all in or nothing. I respect that.
It is what I will give her after I find Beggar. Quinn is a good fit, we are both older and more mature.
Still can't believe I am going home, been a while since I've seen the brothers and the women.
Quinn said she'd meet me there last week when I told her the news. She is a new member of our club.
She is older than most of our women in the Kanla chapter.
“I'll see you soon, don't forget, you bed and naked.”
“Aha, how about you get your ass here and we can see about that.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Later.” We end the call just as I hear one of my club brothers voice,
“Don't tell me you pussy footing, we gotta fuckin' move motherfucker's,” Drills big form marches into our
bunk room as his voice still booms in the space.
His dark chocolate skin, green army vest and pants are all wet from the rain outside.
“What the fuck you bitchin' for, you going home to your fuckin' wife?” I say to him as he walks over to
greet me.
He kisses my cheek, which many people would think is fucked up but most biker's are old school like
that, and Drill is one of the longest members of our mother chapter in Houston.
He joined a few years after the club formed, forty years back. At fifty six the man started with the Satan
Sniper's at sixteen. Storm's dad, Ribs, our new National president handed the mother chapter to him
recently. This was his last assignment with government.
“Nah, but hopefully I can snatch me a bride on the way to Houston, one of those dumb ones.”
I laugh, “Fuckin' hell man, you'd scare any woman away the minute you opened your god damn
mouth.”
“That is why she needs to be dumb, like really dumb.”
I hit his back, as another member walks in. Grabbing my empty nap-sack from the top bunk I see the
bald beefy man entering.
He reminds me of Bull, well what Bull used to be before his woman died.
"Yo big Z. We all stopping in Kanla. Everybody is already there. River's introducing his lady to the rest
of the chapters,” I say while I pack all the shit from the top of my bed in my bag.
When I got to base I had to dig around for my phone. I shoved it in the middle of my clothes. Learned
that when I did my first tour and got back here only to find my phone damaged, screen cracked.
After that got myself a cheap phone and made sure it had enough padding around it to prevent any
major damage. When the guys got in to playing it was fists and kicking shit around.
“ Fuck man, that fucker doesn't know the meaning of the term steady.”
“Hey fucker don't be talking about the brother like that, he has a kid now, a hellion from what Toad tells
me,” I snort at the mention of my dad's description of Jo.
Spent a few days with the kid when I first got back from my previous deployment. She almost blew up
the barn, and made one hell of an impact on all of us.
I was ready to turn her hide and River and Killer were ready to give her a fucking medal of honor. Kid is
something though, and stole the Prez's heart. The fucker loves her as any-man would love his own
flesh and blood.
“I thought River hates kids.” Massacre says as he joins us with Trey. The two are old friends from
Detroit. Massacre hugs Big Z first.
“The freak is here,” Big Z howls as Trey steps forward to hug him.
I zip up my packed bag and leave it on the bed. Following BEHIND Drill as he goes to hug the two
snipers.
“Still pussy footing over Nana Sam?” Drill asks Trey.
He isn't a brother to the club and the reason for that is solely because of his loyalty to his grandma.
He is still in his twenties around about Killer's age so I would give him sometime. If there is something I
learned with been in the navy, then the special ops it is that we can't be in the real world for long.
The rules are too stiffing, society to fucking full of shit. We need to be surrounded by familiars, by those
who understand us.
But then I have never known another way.
For Trey he has only ever known Nana Sam.
Massacre joined the club a few years back, and stuck with Houston and stayed the fuck away from
Killer. If there was one person Massacre avoids it is Killer.
I don't blame the brother after Killer almost gunned him down. Not sure what happened in the training
facility they sent us to, but whatever it was made Massacre stay far away from Killer.
“Man, Nana Sam is all I got, she'll unman me if I join.”
I hug Massacre, and we all get talking.
Four hours of debriefing later, and filling in forms, we are finally in the air and on our way home.
Only Beggar needed to come home too. So I could finally move on with my life.
The thought of seeing her leaves my chest aching, but the thought of her killing my brother leaves a
bitter taste in my mouth.
The question that has played on my mind for these past few months is how the fuck am I going to stop
her without killing her.
That is if Killer doesn't get to me first.
Before I left I heard River and him talking, he said, his protection extended to Beggar, his loyalty to her
was his loyalty to his club.
Thorn wasn't his club, he was an extension like Falon. His words are something I can't forget because I
knew he knew I was listening and those words were intended for me. I wasn't yet sure why he said
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