Breaker's Fuse

chest. I never have to wonder if my cousins and uncle are related to myself considering we’re all built close to the same in height and build. Granted I’m broader than them all, but we all resemble each other in some way. So much so that we could be brothers rather than cousins.
“Nora?” Tiny gasps, her eyes swinging to Ryder then myself.
“You know her?” I ask.
“Yeah. I know her somewhat. I wasn’t around her but a couple times when she came up with her friends. I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s friends with the ol’ ladies at Twister’s club. From what Izzy and Kenny told me, she had been shot, nearly died when Hades ol’ lady, Emerson, was taken. Then Mac was killed. Nora didn’t take that well,” Tiny murmurs the last part.
“Mac?” Chains inquires.
“He was a prospect for Twister’s charter. I don’t really know details of what happened, but I remember hearing the members at the original charter talking about it. Burner’s ol’ lady was taken the same day by some lunatic cartel guy.” My mind’s reeling with the information Tiny’s just given us.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I mutter under my breath.
“Fuckin’ hell. I need to get the fuck out of here. Get to the clubhouse. Has Fuse done a check on this woman?” Annoyance fills the air around us at Chains’ question.
“Yeah, but just so you know her brothers who are bringing her down. One of them is Levi. You remember him from when he’d come down for that one job?” Fuck me. He hadn’t told us that part yet. Levi is one scary motherfucker. Him and the rest of the men he works with. They have some company up in Virginia that deals in security and investigations but from what Ryder had told us they do way more than just what their title calls for.
“Shit, alright. Someone get the fuckin’ doctor, find me some clothes. I’m getting the fuck out of this shithole. No way am I going to be stuck in a hospital bed when this shitstorm starts to brew,” Chains growls.
Nodding, I head out of his room completely understanding where he’s coming from. I don’t know what it is, but the storm’s coming and when it does it’s a matter of whether or not I’ll have the patience to wait it out or not.
Either way, I’ve decided that it’s gonna be my job to deal with this woman. No fuckin’ way am I going to let whatever bullshit that will follow her touch our club. We may walk through the fires of hell but I’ll be damned if I’ll allow this woman to get us burned.

Chapter Two
Nora
Since the day I’d declined going out with Miles Granger again, my life hasn’t been the same thanks to him. Sure, it has always been filled with chaos considering I’m not the easiest person to get along with.
I know this, so does everyone else. Most of the members who are a part of the Devil’s Riot MC only put up with me for Emerson and the rest of the other ol’ ladies. Understandable as it is, they’ve been there for me when I’ve needed it as well. When that crazy bitch shot me in the bathroom of all places, they were there for me. Even when Levi, Dash, and Flynn were pissed as hell about it. Because of this I don’t hold it against them that I’m not their favorite person.
The fact I’m loud and can somewhat be obnoxious due to not having a filter in place. I simply speak whatever comes to mind, not caring who heard me or not. I grew up with three older brothers who have always been overbearing and refused to do anything girly such as playing with dolls growing up. If it wasn’t outside or something to do with videogames, they didn’t want anything to do with it. So, instead of playing with dolls and tea party sets, I drove them nuts, by following them outside into the mud pits and learning to throw mud pies at them when they told me to leave them alone.
Our mom even has a picture of the three of them trying to get me to climb down from a tree when I was four. I’d climbed up to prove to them I could do what they do. Too bad I couldn’t get myself down. Can you blame me though? I wasn’t even in kindergarten yet.
“Nora, this is only temporary,” Emerson whispers, breaking through my thoughts as she grabs my hand in both hers. I know she’s trying to be supportive, but being as stubborn as I am, I’m not taking too graciously to my choice being taken away from me.
I only nod my head in response as I keep my focus outside my window. Over the last five months my life went from just chaotic to complete chaos. Let’s just say that Miles didn’t take too kindly to me refusing to go out with him anymore. And being that I couldn’t outright say it’s due to all of the bad things you’re known for, I’d at first said that I wasn’t able to. Then I stopped taking his calls when he confronted me at Carson’s coffee shop. I’d stated I was just super busy between work and other things, that I didn’t have time for him right now.
He seemed to understand this, at least that’s what I thought until weird things started to happen around me. First were the phone calls with no answer on the other end. I ignored this and didn’t tell anyone. Second, the dead birds strung up around my front porch and hung from the trees in my yard. This I also didn’t tell anyone about. As freaky as it was it wasn’t anyone’s business. Third thing to happen was my house being broken into and used condoms laid all over my bed with my pictures among them. This I didn’t have to tell anyone; my brother, Flynn,