Desolation: Betrayed: Motorcycle Romance (Sons of Desolation Motorcycle Club Mystery Series Book 2) Read Free

too late.
     
     
     
     
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    A lockdown was ordered that day, which meant Nat, Merci and I went for supplies. It had been years since our last lockdown but it all came back to me on what we needed. I always hated lockdowns, never knowing if our club would come out unscathed. Sometimes they would but other times they didn’t. I was so glad when the club turned somewhat legit. It was safer without the stress and worry. Of course my child died by his own reckless hand. So I guess it doesn’t matter. If your time is up, it’s up. But I also knew that a person can push fate, whether it’s running dope or guns in a motorcycle club or racing trains on a crotch rocket.
     
    I tried not to let the girls know how nervous I was. They were stressed enough for all three of us, and I was trying to keep Nat calm. Neither one had been through a lockdown and only a few of the old ladies still remained who remembered them from the old days. We made our way through the big box store with three carts, grabbing food, toilet paper, and drinks. Some women had babies or small children so we needed diapers and coloring books for the kiddoes. Kids can feel the stress from adults. I remember Gabe sitting on my lap during a lockdown and playing with my hair. He could sense the tenseness in the room, most of the children could, so they’d cling to their mothers instead of playing. I hated to think we were going back to that time. Hopefully it was only a minor bump in the road and everything would sort out soon. Then I thought of Frito. How could I call him a minor bump? Damn it! I didn’t want anyone else hurt in our club, but the bastard who did this, I had no mercy for.
     
    As soon as we got back the boys took off on their bikes. Before they left Bruce and I had a few quiet moments.
     
    “Please don’t make me a widow,” I said cursing myself as it left my mouth.
     
    “I’m too ornery to die, don’t you know that by now,” Bruce said as he took me in his arms. We hadn’t held each other like this for years. Why did I wait until something major happened that could possibly take him away from me? For now I was happy he wasn’t spurning my affection.
     
    “We’ve been through this before,” Bruce said as he pulled away from me but still holding onto my arms.
     
    “I know, but we were younger then,” I answered. He bent over and kissed my forehead. Nope, that wasn’t going to do it. I reached up and pulled his head down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He didn’t resist.
     
    I walked him to the parking lot where the rest of the women gathered to say goodbye to their men. As he rode off Bruce blew me a kiss, something he always use to do when we were younger. You better come back to me you big bear I thought.
     
    After they rode out of sight, we walked back into the clubhouse. After a few hours some of the women wanted to go over and clean the hardware store. I didn’t know if it was a good idea, but figured some of us needed a break from the kids. Three of the old ladies, plus me, Nat and Merci headed over. I wasn’t about to let Nat do anything, but she wanted to help so I gave her a broom. I knew there would be blood so I got the mop and bucket out of the storage area and told Nat to stay in the back until I got it cleaned up.
     
    “I’m not staying in the back Lila. I might be pregnant, but I can handle it,” she remarked. Nat was sweet but she had sass as well.
     
    “Okay dear, but just so you know, it won’t be pretty.”
     
    The other ladies worked up front sweeping up the glass shards while Nat and Merci hung close to me.
     
    “They think its Callie don’t they?” Nat asked. Merci wiped sprayed blood from the back wall with a large sponge.
     
    “Yes they do, but I’m not so sure,” I said as I pushed the mop through the dried blood on the floor.
     
    “Why is that Lila?” Merci asked.
     
    “This just doesn’t feel like something Callie would set up,” I answered.
     
    “I