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  Not to mention my place is still a working ranch and there were a lot of out-of-towners on the place at any given time.

  I hopped off my ride, and watched the others, as they headed back to the clubhouse. That’s another thing I hadn’t fucking asked for. I wasn’t cutout to be the leader of shit.

  I’m a loner down to my core, but these fucks got it in their heads that I was the man for the job and hitched their fucked up wagons to my trail.

  Even the army knew to separate my ass from the rest of humanity. Snipers didn’t normally work with a crew these days, at least I didn’t.

  I headed inside to see what the fuck was waiting for me now. When that fucker killed my family I had one thing on my mind, to fuck his shit up. Now I’m fucking Robin Hood with a band of fucked up, pissed off outlaws.

  “Ma’am I’m going to take you to see your daughter now.” She was standing in the yard with her shit at her feet looking lost. Looked to be in some type of shock if you ask me.

  She followed me inside where the kid was still sitting in the chair where I’d left her. Her face looked worse than when I left; her eye was almost swollen shut now and the color was spreading.

  “Oh Dana.” The older woman ran towards her daughter whose eyes were staring at the door in fear.

  It took me a second to figure out that she was expecting her dad to come through there next. Damn, no kid should ever be that afraid of her own parent.

  I let them get reacquainted for ten minutes. I had to go have a sit-down with my crew to discuss what the fuck we were gonna do, but I didn’t want to leave her alone again so soon.

  I have no idea what condition the clubhouse is in, if there were any naked pussies lying around over there.

  We live in the middle of nowhere pretty much, or at least my family’s ranch is, and there isn’t much to do around here except fight or fuck, once the work is done.

  I still run cattle the same way dad had and for all intents and purposes it’s still a working ranch.

  I’d worked hard in the last few years to build the place back up after Royce’s little attempted coup.

  Thank heavens dad’s old contacts trusted me enough to still do business with me. Royce hadn’t destroyed the place, only a little damage and a few lost heads of cattle, nothing that couldn’t be replaced.

  Actually the reason the place hadn’t been destroyed was because of some of the men who were here now.

  Men who’d seen the fire and set about putting it out before they’d found the family in the partially burnt out main house with their throats cut.

  There had been some damage to the bunkhouse and the barns as well, but at he time I really could give a fuck, the only thing I wanted in those days was Royce Davis’ blood in my teeth.

  It was only because of my brother that I had tempered some of my rage. He needed something to distract him, and I used the rebuilding and patching up of the place to do that.

  It hadn’t taken as long as it would have if we’d been doing it alone, but in just a few weeks we’d had the place up and running like new.

  I have my crew to thank for that. Men had just started showing up in the days following to help the hands that were still here.

  Most of them had stories of my dad or mom’s kindness to them in the past. That was the kind of people my folks had been, what they’d raised us to be.

  If ma were here now she’d shit a brick; her baby boys hadn’t exactly turned out the way she’d expected.

  Then again if some asshole hadn’t raped and slaughtered her maybe we would’ve turned out to be the perfect little gentlemen she’d strived so hard for.

  I clenched my fists as the raw wound opened just a little around the edges. I never let myself dwell on that night. I’ve told myself that until I finish off that asshole I won’t grieve in my soul.

  So I carry it with me, it fuels my anger and hate. I didn’t want the same for Kyle but the little fucker’s head was even harder than mine.

  “Some of that stuff you got out there hers?” I addressed the woman who was hovering over her daughter.

  She nodded as she sat and held her daughter’s hands. “Fine we’ll bring hers in and then I’ll show you where you’re gonna stay.”

  “What do you mean, I’m not staying with my daughter?”

  “No.” she started to protest but I cut her off.

  “How old is your daughter?”

  “Eighteen.” She answered before giving it any thought and I saw the realization of her mistake written all over her face as soon as the word left her mouth.

  “Then she doesn’t need you to stay with her, I’m not too jazzed about having strange people in my home.” There was that, and the fact that I didn’t know her well enough to know if I could trust her.

  I’d taken her out of there because she’d been hurt, but I have no idea where her mind is at, and until I’m sure she’s not gonna try to encourage the kid to head back into danger, she’s out.

  “But she might need me she’s…”

  “She came to me, she’s got me. Besides, you didn’t do that good of a fucking job protecting her before now did you. Now that she doesn’t need it, I don’t think that’s a good time to start.”

  She looked like I’d kicked her but hey, the truth is the truth anyway you slice it.

  “Come Dana.” I helped her up from the chair and led the way out the door with her mother following behind.

  I guess you can call my place a compound now as much as it’s a ranch. The men had turned a few of the old bunkhouses into supply sheds.

  The old barn, the one that hadn’t been in use in years, had been turned into the clubhouse after an extensive build-on.

  There were about thirty of us here. Five stayed at the clubhouse at any given time on some sort of rotation schedule that they’d made up.

  They all had homes but I knew they stayed close for Kyle’s and my protection, even though I’d told them time and time again that it wasn’t needed.

  I showed the mother to the little guest cottage that was a little ways away from the main house.

  I remember the day ma and dad had had one of their loud discussions about the building of that particular structure. That’s what she called their arguments.

  She never said they were arguing or fighting; it was always a loud discussion or an intense debate. And always ended with dad dragging her off to their room for hours.

  I miss the fuck out of those two people.

  ***

  The place hadn’t been used in a while and needed airing out. I left the mother there and took the girl with me to the clubhouse a couple hundred yards away.

  I didn’t see eighteen. Even beat to shit I could tell she was a beauty, but she looked green as fuck.

  She was shaking like a fucking leaf by the time we made it to the door. The guys had started cleaning up their shit but they weren’t quick enough.

  She’d crawled into the yard early in the morning while most of my guys, who’d been partying the night before after another raid on one of Royce’s places, were still sleeping it off.

  “Sit over here and don’t move until I come back out that door. Do you want something to drink?” She shook her head no and I looked around the room to make sure there weren’t any undesirables around.

  There were always new men showing up here looking for work or a way into the club.

  I wasn’t the most trusting motherfucker around, so most of them never made it, but the few I decided to try were still under suspicion until they proved themselves.

  Between Royce and the sheriff, I can’t catch a fucking break since they’re always sending some fuck over here to try to infiltrate my space.

  What they don’t know, in fact what no one except Kyle, Brand and Clay knows, is that my place is wired from top to fucking bottom. Why? Because I don’t trust a fucking thing that breathes except for those three.

  Because of this I’ve learned a lot about the other man’s dealings, and that’s how I’ve been able t
o fuck with his businesses for the past three years.

  How the fuck he’s still standing after my shit is a mystery, but then again he’s got deep pockets. What no one knew including me at the time; was that at the time of dad’s murder he was fucking loaded. I could outlast Royce if all that was needed was finances.

  Brandon Hale and Clay Platt were my best friends growing up. Both men had joined the sheriff’s office right out of college while I’d gone off to the army.

  Both my dad and granddad had served and I wanted to follow in their footsteps. Now I don’t really give a fuck.

  A halfway decent shrink might say I have anger issues and harbor resentment against a government that I believe had failed me after I’d put my fucking life on the line. That fuck would be halfway right.

  Brand and Clay had grown disillusioned with the law in these parts when they realized that the office they served wasn’t fighting crime, but more like facilitating it in the form of protecting and turning a blind eye where one Royce Davis and his shady dealings were concerned.

  They both claim to have been on the brink of walking but the murder of my parents was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now they were lieutenants in my army.

  The men filed into the inner room and waited for me to join them. After one last look over my shoulder to make sure that she was okay I closed the door.

  “Okay who the fuck is this Carl Saks fuck?”

  Chapter 2

  DANA

  I’m cold, scared and alone. The room where he’d left me outside the door he’d gone in was a wide-open area. It was obviously an old barn that had been renovated.

  There was a bar that took up the whole of one wall, tables and chairs in another sectioned off area and then what looked like a lounge area with couches and more chairs.

  Through a little archway I could see what looked like a game room, with just the corner of a pool table visible from this angle.

  I rubbed my arms the best I could, fighting the pain as I tried to beat back the cold.

  It feels like I’ve been cold for a long time now, ever since my daddy had said those words to me. I bit my lip, to keep the cry inside.

  I knew my daddy was a hard man, but until today I never knew what a monster he really was. I felt stupid tears gathering at the corners of my eyes again and brushed them away gingerly. What am I gonna do?

  The outer door opened and two men walked in and I tensed in preparation to take flight.

  Though I didn’t know anyone here personally, I had heard enough about Lawton Daniels to know that I could trust him somewhat, but I wasn’t sure about anyone else.

  The whispers I’d heard since returning home to the little town of Starling was that he was about the most trust worthy man in these parts.

  I’d been gone long enough for things to have changed considerably in my absence.

  Things had been turned around here and there, now we had a biker gang of all things in Starling.

  Usually you would expect fear when hearing those words, but all the whispers seemed to hint at the fact that Lawton and his guys were more avenging angels than hell-raisers.

  Now I find myself in need of both.

  Had I known that my dad was sending me away to that fancy boarding school, only to serve me up on a silver platter to the highest bidder, I would’ve run away long before now.

  Back less than a week and my life was once again turned upside down.

  I watched the two newcomers warily as they approached. Why didn’t Lawton Daniels leave me with mama instead of bringing me here to sit out here like a spectacle?

  “Whoa who worked you over sweetheart?” I looked at the man who came closer with a greasy smile, and sat back more firmly on the chair.

  “What’s the matter sweets, cat got your tongue?” He trailed his finger down my cheek and I started to shake.

  “Bill, I don’t think you should mess with her. She’s sitting outside the inner room and obviously they’re having a meeting in there most likely about her.”

  “She’s not wearing any colors inside the club that means she’s a sheep.” He ran his hand down the side of my face again and my bile rose.

  “Yeah but Bill it looks like someone’s worked her over pretty good already I don’t think…”

  “Silas you worry too much, besides I only want her mouth. Can’t you see how pretty she is under all those bruises? Now get down here and suck my dick girl.”

  I was frozen to my seat in total fear. He pulled roughly on my arm and I fell out of the chair.

  “Didn’t you hear me bitch? I guess no one taught you the ropes yet huh, that’s okay old Bill will teach you all you need to know.

  He pushed me back onto the floor and knelt between my legs as he fought to open his belt.

  I opened my mouth to scream but before the sound could escape there was a rush of wind going past my face and the vile man’s face disappeared from above mine.

  There was a lot of scuffling and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh before a rushing of feet and voices raised in alarm.

  “For fuck sake Law let him go before you kill him.” Just then someone else came over and helped me back into my seat.

  “There you go little darling, sorry about that but my brother’s gonna take care of it now.”

  He stood next to me with his arms folded and we both watched as two behemoths tried to hold Law back as he continued to stomp what now looked like a pile of bloody rags into the ground.

  “LAW.” They finally were able to wrestle him away from the unconscious man and when he turned and looked at me I actually felt like fleeing.

  I’d never seen such a vicious look in another human being before. Not even my dad when he was at his worst had ever had that look in his eyes.

  As I felt the shock go through my system I accepted that I was looking into the eyes of a stone cold killer.

  I guess it’s true what they say. Beauty is dangerous; because Lawton Daniels is just about the most gorgeous specimen I’d ever laid eyes on.

  Chapter 3

  LAW

  “Get this piece a shit out of my sight, make sure he doesn’t leave here until I’ve had a chance to question him.”

  “Uh Law, he needs the hospital, I’m thinking we need to be heading to Starling General he looks real bad.”

  “I give a fuck.” I walked over and picked her up out of the chair and headed for the door.

  “We’ll continue this later I gotta go see to her. Kyle, go check on the mother and make sure she’s settled in okay. Have someone go get her some groceries from the storage I don’t think there’s anything in the cottage.”

  She was shaking like a fucking leaf again and I wanted to go back in there and finish the fucker off. It was good to see that my distrust of human scum was well justified.

  “It’s okay Dana you’re fine now.” She folded herself around me with her arms around my neck and cried silent tears.

  Aww fuck, those are the worse kind. I’m not equipped to deal with this shit. I have no compassion left for anyone but my little brother, haven’t felt anything remotely resembling an honest to goodness emotion since I put my parents in the ground.

  I took her back to the house and into the guestroom. Why the fuck didn’t I just leave her here in the first place?

  “Did he hurt you let me see?” I checked her arm where the asshole had grabbed her but there were no new bruises.

  She was shook up yes, but no more banged up than before. I couldn’t stay here and babysit her, because I wasn’t sure when or if her dad was going to do anything to get her back.

  “Why don’t you go on and take a shower, get cleaned up. I’ll be here.” She walked slowly out of the room and into the attached bath.

  I prowled around the room like a caged animal; I hate inaction when I know there’s something that needs doing.

  The fuck that had accosted her was new, but that was no excuse, any man that would force himself on a woman, especially one that had already been wounded
, wasn’t someone I wanted within breathing distance.

  I only had to work him over a little more to learn if Royce had sent him, before kicking his ass off my place.

  The other one was gone too, he didn’t try to stop the shit, just stood there yapping like a dead fuck while a young defenseless girl was about to be raped. Nope, not my kind of person at all.

  I turned when I heard the door open behind me. I need this shit. If I had a little less control, my mouth would’ve been hanging down to my chest.

  But since I’ve had lots of practice keeping my feelings well hidden, I didn’t give anything away. She’s fucking gorgeous.

  “You ready to tell me now why your dad worked you over?” I went with the safest topic I could think of in the circumstances.

  She was in no shape to deal with my anger at her for throwing this new shit in my lap. Not her situation with her asshole dad, but the fact that she had to be the prettiest fucking thing Starling had ever seen, other than ma and Shelly of course.

  She looked away and wiped the tears from her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed.

  For the first time I noticed the shape of her body under her clothes. She’d changed into a yellow summer dress with daisies painted on it or some shit, with thin straps that left her shoulders bare.

  She had a nice rack, a small waist and slender hips. And legs that were a mile long. This is not good.

  Her hair, now that the blood had been washed out of it, was a nice strawberry blonde with big fat curls that fell halfway down her back.

  I had a bad feeling that she was going to be even more fucking gorgeous when she healed up, around here that can be a dangerous thing.

  The dress wasn’t one you’d usually see in these parts. The women here were more into jeans and cowboy boots.

  I’d noticed earlier that she was dressed, or had been dressed as if she was going to a tea social. That was before she’d dragged her half broken body three miles to my place.

  Now she’d changed into another little eyes catcher and could just see the trouble this shit was gonna cause, not least of all to me.