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Chapter 2 Gunner

Life has been real good for my club and my family. I’m pretty happy for the new deal we’ve struck up with the Bratva to move some of there product. That’s what tonight’s celebration is all about. As President of Lucifers Saints MC. I know deals like this are hard to come by and easy to lose that’s why my crew and I worked hard to get this contract ironed out dotting every “i” and crossing every “t”. Life is good.

Sitting at my usual table with my brothers, enjoying a nice beer and good company. One of the club girls is on my lap, working real damn hard to be the pick of the night. She may or may not succeed. I chuckle knowing she probably won’t, I have particular tastes. Since letting my old lady go on to live her own stress free life. Which was total bullshit, she just wanted back into the family. Apparently all the years of demanding my time and trying to control me and my club didn’t work in her favor as she thought it would. Realizing this she left with what she came with and I’m not upset at all about it. And I’m a happy for it. Stupid cunt.

I’ve finally been able to be free to enjoy the company of some of the club girls since the divorce. Don’t get me wrong I’m no man-w***e as the young ones may say, but a dabble a bit here and there. Which if I’m being honest is a long time coming I was shackled pretty young and it wasn’t by choice. That’s why I’m living it up. Hell, I may be divorced by my d**k still gets hard. I’m making up for lost times, because lord knows my 25 plus year marriage consisted of my days of blue balls and cold showers then conceivable to any red blooded man. I shake myself out of these thoughts. I’ve got plenty life left worth living.

I look up to the bar and see Bambi one of our more seasoned club girls and one of my brother Dexs favorite girls, she’s giving him the stink eye. Dex short for Dextor like the show, I’ll leave it at that. Dex is getting blow job from one of the newer club girls. And Bambi is clearly not a fan. Ha! That girl will never learn. Ain’t nobody in the history of ever turned a ho into a housewife. But, these girls will do all they can to be the first. Even though they are explicitly told when deciding to be a club girl what our expectations are and for them to understand a brother as unfair as it may seem will rarely if ever take a CG as an old lady. Which is something I’ll never understand why they always try to be the first, to each their own. But, my brother better be careful these girls are something else when they put their minds to something.

My attention is caught by my son and Enforcer Chase or Bull as we call him in the club. That kids is a bullheaded as they come, like father like son. But, that’s my boy and I’m proud of him, I know one day I’ll pass the gavel to him and I know the club will be in good hands. That boy is spitting image of me and a temper to match. He looks to be in a deep conversation with a girl I’ve never seen around these parts before. Something about her is familiar. I narrow my eyes trying to figure out where I know her from.

“Pres, what’s that look?” My VP Taz looks at me with a raised brown turning around following my line of sight. “Shee-it, who’s the stunner Bulls talking to ain’t seen her around before”

“No clue, Taz but I feel like I know her”

As soon as the words leave my lips, Bull is grabbing the girl by her arms pulling her towards the front doors of the clubhouse. He looks like he wants to murder someone and she just looks bored. Interesting

“What was that about?” my VP asks. I just shrug. “I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough VP” we stare at the door for a moment. Taz shakes his head turning his back around taking a pull of his beer resuming his conversation with Zero and Hammy.

I continue to stare at the door, something about that girl is to familiar for my liking. I get a small sense of déjà vu I shake the thought off and carry on with spending time with my brothers. We have a lot to celebrate and I plan on doing enjoying every minute of it.

The club girl at some point made her way under the table and is rubbing on my manhood. s**t! I’m in need of a celebratory release tonight. If she plays her cards right she’ll be the one to give it to me.

“Prez?” One of the prospects Martin bellows from the front doors. Swiveling his head, finally finding me at my usual table. Dumb ass. He stomps over to me. Looking frantic.

“Uh, Prez some chick is out there… ” I raise a brow at him. There are chicks everywhere. No need to point the s**t out. He points to the doors. “She’s got a gun to Bulls head and s**t! Prez, it’s bad” he bellows. And everything stops. Music, chatter, dancing everything.

I push the club girl off my d**k the chair I was sitting in crashes to the ground as I stand up making my way to the doors. Everyone moves the f**k out of my way, because they know one thing I will not take lightly, is someone threatening my family for any reason. My kids have been through a lot and I will never allow them to be harmed in anyway.

I step out of the door and sure enough, Bull is on his knees and the pretty girl from the bar has a gun to his temple and knife to his throat looking all kinds of pissed off. What in the actual…

“... stabby, gun to the dome maiming mood today” is this b***h serious. Does she know where the f**k she is and who the f**k she’s messing with. Well she gonna learn today. My brothers surround her and Bull pulling out their pieces pointing the directly at her.

She is apparently oblivious to being surrounded by my brothers. But, I’ll be damned if this little peace gets to walk away from a stunt like this unscathed. That’s why we keep Magda around. She’s more than a Club Mother, she’s a friend a bad b***h and our go to if we need to put hands on someone of the fairer s*x. As a club we don’t harm women or children and if we have no choice we call in Magda but that’s pretty rare, more often then not we can handle those situations with a stack and a bus ticket out of town.

I bellow out “ENOUGH”

“Well, s**t” she looks up searching for the voice she just herd and her eyes connect with mine

Apparently finally realizing that she’s surrounded by some of meanest motherfuckers in Southern Maine. Her eyes never leave mine and she smiles. She f*****g smiles, this b***h is crazy.

“What in the actual f**k is going on here?” I’m staring at her hard. Most men would shrink away from my glare. Oh no not this girl, she just stares, pushes the gun into Bulls head more, tilting her head to the side looking at me head on and smiling wider.

Then out of no where and I mean no where a large vehicle comes barreling into the lot skidding to a stop narrowly missing a few brothers and club girls. We generally keep the gates open on open club nights, it doesn’t happen often but we like to let the towns people in to show even though we are a 1% we are good guys and good for the town. Some don’t like us, but we put in the time to have a positive impact on our town, so the cops leave us be.

The doors of the vehicle open and some big motherfuckers and a chick step out. And I’m a bit taken back at the sight before me.

“What the f**k Bell, you said you were going to play nice. This doesn’t look like playing nice. Rocket?” The driver looks to the passenger for answer which I’m thinking is rhetorical. “...Does this looking like little Bell is playing nice to you?” The driver of the car got his hand on his piece which is attached to a leg holster.The one he called Rocket has a... What the actual f**k?

“Is that a f*****g rocket launcher? That is definitely a f*****g rocket launcher” Taz says from my side. For only me to hear. And I’m f*****g flabbergasted, yeah a big bad biker Prez is flabbergasted. This scene is definitely one for the history books. I chuckle lightly at the ridiculousness of it all.

Shaking my head I pull my attention back to the girl who apparently at some point thought this was the funniest s**t in the world because the gun she had to my sons head is now on her hip. The girl in question is doubled over laughing her ass off. Still with the knife to Bulls throat but resting between his shoulder and neck so she apparently is aware enough from her jostling she doesn’t want to accidentally slit is throat.

“b***h, you are f*****g crazy” Bull stands up shoving the hand holding the knife away. Pulling his piece out and pointing it at the girl. Who again seems oblivious to her surroundings. She has her hand up while holding the knife pointing her finger at Bull wagging it at him. I’m guessing in an effort to get ahold of herself.

“Ok... ok wait” she pulls in a deep breath still giggling attempting to sober herself. In that moment she realizes shits bad. She stands to her full height looking around, making eye contact with everyone around her stopping at me.

She is still trying to hold her laughter in. What the f**k is so funny? Who knows. “Ok, so Pain, bro really the plan was to come here to do a little people watching and maybe talk to the sperm donor...” she waves a hand in my direction. Which shocks the s**t out of me. “And be on my way.. .” She giggles again “.. . I didn’t plan for this” the waves her hand to her surroundings and all the brothers with pieces pointing at her.

“Wait, wait, wait. That’s him? s**t Bellamy Deann Church-Petrov, you could call, send an email or some s**t. You had to be billy bad ass and come here alone. Christ” the guy Pain says he pushes his hand through his hear taking in a deep breath. I have a feeling he has to do that a lot with this chick. Wait, did she say she was my daughter... f**k f**k fuck... breaking into my thoughts they carry on.

“Yeah, I know who they are and you know who I am. I always have a plan.” She sighs “And who says I’m alone, you know he never lets me out of his sight” she takes a few steps towards me and puts her hand out. Calm as could be.

“Hi, I’m Bellamy Deann Church-Petrov your basterd daughter...” she waves her hand in the air “.. .my twin brother is around here somewhere. Although I don’t think he wants to meet you. At least I don’t think he does. You kinda aren’t his favorite person” looking me dead in my eyes with all the mirth I know to be apart of her DNA, but she smiles a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“f**k” I’m utterly flabbergasted, because now looking at her I see it. She looks just like her mother Savvy. Well, damn she ain’t lying I’ll tell you that. I’ve known of her existence and it is my greatest shame and regret of my life.

“Same...” she giggles some of the mirth leaving her eyes “...see this isn’t how this was suppose to go down. Junior here got all grabby which made me a little gunnie and stabby” waving her piece in my face. Which causes some major reactions from my crew. I raise my hand to keep the boys from taking her little ass out. She looks around and she giggles with a huge smile on her face. Swiping the tears from her eyes from her earlier laughing fit.

“This b***h is nuts” someone in the group says.

I just stare at her. She looks so much like her mother Savvy. I know I made a mistake sending her away the way I did. Saying the things I said. But, at the time I was just starting out with the club and had to marry Beverly. I had no choice it was marry her or start a war and my family wasn’t prepared or ready for war and Beverly new it. I often think that’s why she chose me. Even though I loved another, I loved Savvy with my whole heart, but I had to chose my family over my happiness. I made stupid mistakes and excuses sending my love and my children away. But, it’s been over twenty seven years. I never saw this moment coming. I mean I did, but I didn’t. At least not like this. I run my hand over my face with a sigh.

“Alrigh’, alright shows over get back to drinking and fuckin’ ya dirty basterds”. My VP shouts waving his arms to disperse the crowd. While I stare at my girl. Good she’s crazy as s**t but a true beauty like her momma.

Looking over to Bull he’s staring daggers at Bell. He of all my kids is the one that might take this the hardest, well Princess comes in at a close second. f**k, Princess. I shake my head. My daughter, my youngest is going to have a fit. Shit

The story behind all of this, and the decision I made aren’t pretty. But, that’s why when I took the gavel I had us put in our bylaws that if a brother fathers a child that child will always and forever be apart of the LSMC family. Protected, cared for and never abandoned. I never want a brother to feel the pain wondering if their kid is ok out in the world.. It just came to be, after I made the decision to walk away from Savvy I wanted to never ever have a brother to be forced to make a decision I had to. It’s no excuse I know that. But for me Beverly new how much I loved Savvy and threatened her life on more than one occasion. I was young and didn’t have the fight and knowledge I have now. So she got away with her sick game. But, as the Prez now I put safeguards in place even if a brother is in a situation I was forced into we as a club can handle any backlash, we are much stronger than we were 30 years ago.

There are not usually secrets between Bull and I. He knows some of how his mother and my relationship started, why I married her and stayed married to her for so long, even though we were both miserable. But, this. This secret I honestly don’t know why I kept it. I don’t know if it was for me, him, his siblings or my girl.

“Son”

Bull, whips his head looking me dead in my eyes with anger and questions. Questions that that I’ll have to answer. “Let’s go to my office and talk”

“Really Pop? You want to talk now. Now you wanna talk?”

“Yes, son... just... FUCK...” I run my hands over my face looking up to the sky asking for patients, guidance and strength. Because this situation is beyond f****d.

“Well, looks like we ain’t needed. Come on boys let’s head out. We got work to do and people to...” the girl standing by the Range Rover rear passenger door speaks looking at my girl and the two guys with her. With a shrug she opens the back door and gets back into the vehicle. Pain and Rocket look at my girl, who is still looking at me. She doesn’t turn her we she speaks.

“Go on boys, I’m good here. Just a disfunctional family reunion. I’ll be alright and tell him I’m fine, you know how he gets. Pick him up and take him back with you” she smile up at me. “Right Daddio, I’ll be fine?” with laughter in her voice, she winks as her smile gets wider.

Fucking crazy

I turn to the guys and tell them they can stick around sit at the bar, have a few drinks and wait for Bell to be done with our talk. Rocket knocks on the window to get the girls attention to let her know they were going inside. She steps out and follows them in.

“Come, on kiddos” I say to my kids. My VP still standing by my side side says “You want me to grab Princess and Vex?” Worry pinning his eyes to mine. He knows as well as I do how Princess is, if her domain is threatened she’ll lose her s**t. That girl is just like her mother. As much as I tried to pry her from her influence she’s as mean an onry as a Maine Coon.

“Yeah have them meet us in my office, and I want you and Turbo there to, s**t might get ugly” my VP pats me in the back shaking his head and walking back into the clubhouse. I look around seeing a few brothers old ladies and club whores still milling around the yard. Sighing I make my way through from the parking lot to clubhouse, with my son & daughter trailing behind me.

I enter the main room heading towards my office turning to see the three that came with my girl sitting to the bar. Damn good to know she’s got people on her side, they seem to ride hard for her.

I make my way to my office unlocking the door and letting two of my four kids in. I sit behind my desk and Bull takes his place behind me like he does for most meetings we have in this space. His arms are crossed and face set in a scowl starring murderous daggers at his sister.

“Sit down son, she’s family” he snaps his head to me with anger and questions in his eyes and also hurt. f**k. I just stare at him trying to convey that everything will be alright. Some of the anger is gone, but the hurt is palpable. I can see it just beyond the calm. I stare into his eyes telling him it’s all going to be revealed shortly and to stay calm. He nods and makes his way over to the couch that spans the right wall of my office.

I’m taking a few breaths trying to calm myself for the conversation to come. I know it’s going to be hard for my kids to hear, but honestly I’m just wanting this to be out in the open so I can get to know my girl. She deserved better than the hand she was dealt. I often wondered if I did the right thing with the choices I made back then. But, I can’t take it back or change it s’all I can do is explain my side and go from there.

As I look over to my girl she looks relaxed sitting in the chair directly across from me. She actually looks a little bored if I’m being honest. The corner of my mouth twitches a bit, noting she’s more like me then she may think.

As, I’m about to say something the door to my office opens. Princess, Vex and Taz make there way into the office. Taz closes the door behind him. He looks at me with questions in his eyes, trying to gage my feelings about this situation. But quickly shakes it off.

“Turbo is outside the door Prez, just making sure we aren’t disturbed” I nod.

“Princess... Vex. Take a seat”

“Daddy?” She says with a scowl.

FUCK