Drew As I glance at the information that's just been given to me, I want badly to kill this fucker. Rage boils deep in my gut that I haven't felt in a long time. Not since I was a football player out on the high school field fucking up guys who were much smaller than me. He ruined a holiday weekend for all of us, set out to make concentrated targets on members of my club, my family - the people I truly care about in this world.Only to find out he's my half-brother?Good old dad couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Not the one who adopted me and my sister when he fell in love with our mom, not the one who abandoned her when she needed him the most. Now this half-brother thinks I owe him something? He thinks I got here because of the sperm donor who sired us both? Apparently he thinks I'm the president of this MC because of where I came from? Somebody gave him some bad information and they did a half-ass recon job.He's in for a shit-tastic surprise.He wants to mess with me? He
VOLUME THREE: FURYFROM THE TEXT MESSAGES OF DREW & CHARITY WALKERD: You're smokin' today.C: How do you even know? You were gone before I woke up this morning. D: Yeah I was, long days.C: Why didn't you wake me up to say bye?D: You were snoozing, and you need it. The girls were crazy last week. I found a new gray hair in my beard.C: LOL! You do not have grey hairs in your beard. BTW, thank you for taking them to school.D: Anything for you, babe. I just wanted you to enjoy your morning.C: When do I get to enjoy you? Since you took over for your dad, I feel like I hardly ever see you. D: If you look up, across the square, you'll see a guy leaning against a bike, checking the fuck outta you. That skirt? Isn't it a little too short for court, baby?Glancing up, I immediately spot the man of my dreams. Thirty-seven is looking mother-fucking f-i-n-e on my husband. Arms crossed over his chest, I see his wedding ring, the sunshine glinting off of it. Fuck that's
Drew"You've got that wrinkle between your eyebrows again." Her voice is soft, soothing, and my favorite thing in the world to hear. She's the one I fall asleep cuddled next to every night and the one I wake up tangled with every morning. Charity Walker is my entire world. "Even as you sleep." Her pout can be heard through the drop in her tone.Opening my eyes, I gaze at the woman whose held my heart for most of my life. She's worn my ring and had my last name for over the last decade. She and I, we've been through a lot, and I know me worrying is the lesser of two evils. "Better me worry than you, babe." I smile slightly, shifting so I can take her into my arms. "You'd have us all making lists and then lists of our lists. The whole club would have a bullet journal, and we'd be taking field trips to Hobby Lobby." I tap her nose, grinning as she scowls."I'll have you know, my lists and my bullet journal keep this family on track. Maybe your guys would benefit from it - you never
Charity"He's not sleeping." I sigh heavily, taking a liberal drink of my coffee."Are any of us?" Mandy tilts her own cup. "All of us have been on edge since this all started."That day had been just like this one in so many ways. The beginning of July had come in with a bang; we'd had thunderstorms and rain for forty-eight hours straight. As I'd gotten off work that afternoon, the sun came out, shining bright and hot. "Are you going to open your sunroof?" Mandy teases as we leave through the back door of the office.Pretending like I'm thinking about it, I nod enthusiastically. "I can't believe I got this new SUV a week ago and haven't been able to open up the damn sunroof yet. Harley and Justice have been asking every day I've picked them up. It's damn near broken their heart every time I've had to say no.""It's a gorgeous evening." She turns in a circle, holding her arms out wide. "I might try to convince Dalton to let us take a ride." She lifts her eyebrows up, winki
Drew"You look like hell." Dalton pushes at my elbow as he takes a seat beside me on the picnic tables behind Walker's Wheels.May has come in, warm and muggy, reminding me we're close to a year. Almost a year since we've been living in fear. I take a drag off my cigarette, blowing smoke away from his face before turning back. "Thanks for your concern, honey. Maybe I'll look into Botox for these crow's feet." I flash a middle finger at him.He glares. Even though he's wearing sunglasses, I know he glares. That's what being friends with someone for more years than you can remember does. "Fuckin' smartass," he mumbles. "Not what I meant, you son of a bitch, and you know it. You look like you're not sleeping again."Sighing, I put my cigarette up to my lips, taking another drag. This one I hold for a moment, allowing the nicotine to run through my veins and hope like fuck it calms me down. "Didn't sleep for shit last night."His eyebrows raise at the last night admission. Both o
DrewSunshine is bright on my face, warm on my back as I drive along the Kentucky back roads that have been my home for all my life. At one point I thought they would trap me, keep me in a situation I didn't love, one where I only knew struggle, sacrifice, and anger. It wasn't until I got on a bike behind the man riding alongside me, though, that I knew how important these roads would end up being in my development. The first time I got on a bike with him, I knew things would change for me. It was a pounding in my chest and a turning in my gut, but it wasn't fear. For the first time, it wasn't fear. My insides didn't shake when he got close to me, I didn't look to my mom, silently asking for permission. I knew if we were with him, she trusted him implicitly.The sound of the wind in my ears, the feeling of freedom I'd never had before. The open road was my first love as I let all the stress of my young thirteen years fade away when I ride behind him. He helped me buy and fix up my
Charity"When will Daddy be home?" Harley asks as I help her brush her hair. Even at ten, they enjoy me being around, and I'll take this for as long as I can. One day they won't want me to help. My mom never helped me with things like this, and I swore to myself when I had my own kids, I'd never let them wonder if other families lived better than they did. Which is something I wondered my entire childhood.They've just had their baths, and Drew still isn't home yet, as evidenced by the questions being thrown my way. I hide my anxiety at the fact he hasn't walked through the door by giving her a smile. Months ago, I wouldn't have worried, but now, everything has changed. "Soon, he's at Papaw's." I remind her that Liam and Drew had a few things to do this afternoon.A few things to do is the extent of what I know. The part of me who knows the man like the back of my hand, realizes that something is going on and he hasn't told me about it. Since last summer, things have been tens
DrewFuck I need this. It's been way too long. Too long since I let all the shit go that's been weighing me down, and enjoyed my wife. How long has it been since I wrapped my fist around her hair? Since I made her moan by shoving my cock just a little too far back into her throat? My eyes meet hers, drifting lower to her mouth. Too fuckin' long, I remind myself. There's a sassy smirk there, one I haven't seen in months."I've missed you, Drew.""Missed you too." I cup her neck in my palm, pushing my fingers up into her hair, tangling through the strands. The stress of the last few months have made it hard for us to get time alone together. I'm not even sure when the last initiation between either of us for sex was, and how fuckin' sad is that? I've got the love of my life in front of me, in my life every damn day, and I can't remember the last time we got naked together. Her smirk turns into a smile. She holds her finger up in front of her, getting off the bed. I stretch my ar