Book VII – A Brother’s Salvation

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Marcie has always lived her life right. A pillar of her community, a savvy businesswoman, a picture-perfect citizen despite a few bumps in the road, she never imagined what it would be like if it all came crashing down. She also never imagined that it would be one of the notorious bikers from around town that would set her back on her feet and put things to rights.

Dragon has been The Sacred Hearts’ fearless leader since the club’s inception. He has loved and lost harder, than any member and has had no intentions of ever trying to find love again. Of course, never say never, because that is when things tend to prove you wrong.

In this final installment of The Sacred Brotherhood series, two broken souls are mended proving salvation is there if you’re only willing to reach for it.


“Watch where you’re goin,’ you fat old bitch!”

The young buck shoulder-checked Marcie comin’ out the diner’s front door hard enough to send her into a spin, her hip slamming painfully into the railing on the edge of the front stoop. I knew it hurt, because she cried out.

So did the young buck when he reached the bottom of the stairs and his face crashed into my fist. I’d cocked back and followed through beautifully. His jaws clacked together as he rocked back, lost balance, and went down on his ass on the steps leading up into our mid-way lunch spot.

Marcie jumped and cried out again, her hands flying to her mouth as I reached down and helped the boy up, clapping my hands down onto his shoulders, balling my fists into his lapels. I stood him up and brought him eye-to-eye with me.

“I do believe you just got owned by some instant karma here, boy. Now apologize to my lady.”

If he didn’t apologize, I was liable to belt him again. He glared at me, but with Trig stepping up at my back along with Reaver, he finally registered he was on the losing end here. Trig loomed, and the guy shrank in my hands.

He cocked his head and looked up in Marcie’s direction.

“Sorry, lady,” he mumbled.

I shook him, “‘Ma’am’, and you’d better do better n’ that.”

“Dragon ‒” Marcie started, and I silenced her with a look.

“No way, baby. You don’t get disrespected in my presence. That’s not how this life works. He disrespects you, he disrespects me; and I won’t be disrespected.”

I gave him a little shake and he swallowed hard, a knot already comin’ up on his jaw. He said, “I apologize, Ma’am. Please forgive me.”

“Ain’t her forgiveness you need, boy. It’s mine, and I ain’t the forgivin’ type. Get the fuck on outta here.” I tossed his ass in the direction of the lot, where several good ol’ boy pickups were backed into spaces and he stumbled. He caught himself and slunk through the gauntlet of black leather and angry men from the club. The women, to their credit, stood aside, subdued, wrangling their children.

Data took a picture of the boy getting into his truck and called out, “Got your license plate. Call the cops, they’ll never find your body,” he declared. Mali laughed and it was an evil sound. I matched it with a nasty smile.

“He ain’t gonna do shit,” I called. “He’s gonna take his lesson and get on with his life, ain’t yah, boy?”

He gave a nod, his face pale, and started up his truck and drove away.

“Still keepin’ the picture,” Data called back.

“Expect nothin’ less,” I said, and rubbing the knuckles on my hand, I turned back to Marcie. Her expression was clouded with some unnamed emotion and I went to her, hooking an arm around her shoulders I gave her a side-hug and put a quick kiss to her temple.

“You okay?” I asked, dropping my hand to her hip.

“Might be bruised in the mornin’, but I’m alright,” she murmured. I opened the diner’s door for her and she stepped through.

“Sorry you had to deal with that asshole,” I said.

“Didn’t have the chance,” she said, pointedly.

I chuckled and nodded, “You’re right, I didn’t give you the chance. I just reacted. I won’t apologize for it.”

“No, I don’t suppose you would,” she said, but she didn’t sound happy about it. I let it go, the mood suddenly tense between us. She still had a lot to learn about this life, about how we didn’t play by citizen rules. It wasn’t a conversation for a diner full of those citizens, nor was it a conversation for in front of my brothers. It was a conversation for between just me and her, so I let the tension between us slide, glad for it that no one seemed to notice it, with a mind to remedy it as soon as possible, once we got to the lake.

She was quiet in that way that told me I was damn sure in some hot water with her, but like me, she would wait until we was in private to discuss it. Despite being quietly angry at me, she was pleasant to everyone else. Maybe a little more so to the owners and waitstaff of the establishment we was dining in.

Before we got back on the road, I went back to take a piss and ran into my son coming out the john. He smirked at me and I grinned back and said, “Say what’s on yer mind, boy.”

“She’s heated; I am glad I am not you right now.”

I chuckled and shook my head, saying, “She ain’t that hot, but she do have the same look as yer mother.”

He leaned against the wall in the narrow hall and smiled, but it was edged in pain. He nodded and said, “The quieter she got, the more pissed she was.”

I nodded. “I think it’s just a female thing, ain’t specific to just one of ‘em.”

“I do believe you’re right. Sometimes it’s like they’re a whole other species.”

I laughed at that,  and said, “To be fair, the fact that they get quiet and suppress things – I think that shit’s our fault.”

“My, how feminist of you,” he said, and grinned.

“It ain’t really. It’s just the goddamned truth.”

He scowled a little and nodded. “It makes sense,” he agreed. “Still ain’t going to figure out all their deal, though.”

I laughed. “Never. I wouldn’t even hazard a guess on half the shit they get up to or what they got going on in their heads.”

“It’s probably all our fault, somehow,” he smirked.

“Most of the time, yeah. All of the time? I think that’s a bit of a reach. Now get outta my way, I gotta piss.”

“Pipe getting leaky in your old age?” he asked, pushing off the wall.

“Keep talkin’ like that, son, your balls are gonna be shoved so far into your body cavity you ain’t ever gonna have to worry about ‘em gettin’ saggy.”

He trailed up the hall laughing his ass off, and I went in and did my business.


Text Copyright © 2018 A.J. Downey

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, event, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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    • A.J. Downey

      It already is on Amazon. Sorry I missed this comment when it was left! Thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy it.

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