Chains' Trust

is she’s fuckin’ with our money and that shit ain’t gonna fly.
“The shipment of girls is supposed to be coming on Thursday. Parker is expected to be there this time,” Tyres says, clenching his fists.
“Good, I know the DRMC wants him. But for now, we need his sorry ass alive,” I growl. I want nothing more than to hang him by his neck in the bayou and leave him to the gators.
“When we have what we want, Parker will die and it won’t be pretty,” Pit seethes from where he’s sitting next to Tyres.
“Damn right, that fucker did enough damage to Vi. He deserves to be eaten alive by the gators. Better yet, dismembered piece by piece until there’s nothing left of him,” Breaker snarls. My cousins are just as protective of my little sister, Victoria, as I am.
Granted she doesn’t need the protection. Vi is more than capable of taking care of herself. Unfortunately, it always comes with a price for her.
Recently her ol’ man, the VP of the Devil’s Riot MC, was shot and the only way for her to cope was by shutting her emotions off. She’d come down here to take out the people who raised her and Parker. I was able to soothe my sister some until Tracker got here. Didn’t help Vi was pregnant and refusing to eat.
I could kill those motherfuckers for that alone. When our parents died, my aunts sold Victoria to none other than the man who’d been the governor of the state. He’s another one I’d love to hang from one of my chains. Too bad no one can find him. Governor Caron was reported missing right after my sister left to go home with her ol’ man and hasn’t been seen since.
“Isn’t that girl supposed to be showing up today?” Fuse asks.
“Yeah, what can you tell us about her?” Vi never asks anything of the club and when she’d called me about letting this woman come here, I’d immediately agreed without thinking about any of the shit we have goin’ on around here.
“Tiny a/k/a Sloane Trinity Collins, twenty-one years old, was born in New York. There’s not much on her except for her mother died and her father is a part of a cult moving along the east coast killing women. She ran away at the age of sixteen. There’s not much else on her until about a year ago when she was admitted to the hospital and nearly died,” Fuse says, sliding a file toward me.
“What put her in the hospital?” Fuse glances over at Pit before meeting my gaze. “She’d been raped and beaten. I don’t know how she survived, considering the woman is no more than the size of a toothpick.”
Opening the file, I’m met with an image of a beautiful woman. Her eyes alone could be mesmerizing. As I read through the report from the hospital, my blood boils at the fact this woman went through hell. According to the document she’d been in a coma for over a month.
“Vi told me Tiny needed a place to go to heal. She doesn’t want us to send her to one of the safe houses we have or to Ela directly. Fury, do you think Ela would be willing to stay at the clubhouse for a few days until Tiny is settled? We don’t know how she’s gonna react to us,” I say, slamming the file closed.
“Ela will be here,” Fury mutters from where he sits at the other end of the table, next to my Uncle Ryder.
“Good, one last thing. The accountant. She’s either more focused on y’alls dicks than the books or she’s skimming from us. Either way we need to keep an eye on her. Keep your dicks out of her fuckin’ snatch until we know what’s going on. I’d hate to have to call Vi or Ray to come take care of this bitch if we don’t have to.” Lifting the gavel, I slam it on the table and stand up to make my way to the main room.
Scanning the bar area, I spot Dee and Tar standing near the pool tables talking with each other. I may grab them both for a little while. They can appease me together.
I’ve learned over the past few months to never take one of them alone. I do that and they become clingy and not wanting to leave my bed. That’s a no go. I’m not about to share my bed with no bitch. Not again.
Learned that lesson the hard way and was burned in the process.
As I start to open my mouth the outside door opens and Shadow, the enforcer from the Devil’s Riot MC, steps inside. Furrowing my brow, I wonder where the girl is. He was bringing her here.
Where is she?
“Yo, Shadow,” Breaker calls out as he starts in his direction.
Shadow lifts his hand to stop him but still has a grin on his face.
“Where’s the girl you were bringing with you?” I ask as I approach him, the strays long forgotten.
Club business always comes first.
My dick thanks me for not having to deal with the clingy bitches tonight.
“She’s right here,” Shadow says holding his hand behind him as he whispers something over his shoulder.
Slowly a woman steps out from behind him and fuck if she’s not more beautiful in person. She’s fuckin’ gorgeous. Her dirty blond hair hangs well past her shoulders, face bare of makeup and I can tell she’s not your typical girl.
“Hi,” she whispers so softly and just with that one word I know I’d do anything to protect her.
Damn I’m fucked.

Chapter Two
Tiny
Holy mother of all things hot. Can this guy be any hotter? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy like him.
Okay, I lie, I’ve been surrounded by men like him since the moment I stepped into the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse. Only none of the guys there ever had this effect on me. At first glance at that.
“Hi,” I whisper, meeting