Page 6 of Pit's Salvation

Brew: How mad were you?

Ariel: I sent each of the four trackers in different directions.

Her phone rang and she picked up.

“Hello.”

“Hey, does he treat you right?” Brew’s deep voice asked.

“Yeah, he does. He’s everything I’ve always dreamed of. Can you make it?”

“Nothing could stop me. What time’s the party and the big reveal? If I hurry, I can be there for that.”

Brew had been the brother she’d grown up with. Roam and War had already been serving when she was in high school, but she and Brew had been there for each other. She was so glad he could make it because she couldn’t imagine getting married without him there.

“Seven p.m. Thanks for coming.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it. Love you.”

Ariel stared at the phone and then pulled out of the parking lot. She had a little bit to get done before tonight.

Chapter Four

Pitscrutinizedthearea.If he was going to finally get to have Ariel with his men, he wanted it perfect. Of course, if Baron, War, and Roam all tried to kill him, he hoped the bloodbath wasn’t too bad. He’d already supervised the meat in the smoker. He made sure Cue was following his directions exactly. Considering his road name came about from winning barbecue contests as Pitmaster, he definitely wasn’t going to let one of his members screw up the barbecue for his engagement party. He’d considered ordering the food from his barbecue restaurant, Pit’s KC Barbecue. Cue, short for barbecue, had some knowledge before he joined the MC, but Pit had taught him a lot, and Cue now helped Pit manage the club’s barbecue place.

His mom and his aunt had just arrived, and they were making a beeline for him. He was positive his mom and aunt would adore Ariel. She was tough like they were. Of course, his mom and aunt didn’t have a choice. When most of the men were wiped out, they could have just run and made a life somewhere else. Instead, his mom, his aunt, and a couple of the guys who were left had set a plan to give their MC a chance to recover.

His mom had always been involved in the business, but suddenly she and his aunt had everything in their laps. His mom was seventy-five. She’d had him when she was twenty-two. She’d been the quintessential biker chick, and she still dressed that way. She didn’t care what anyone thought of her. Although her given name was Charlotte, his MC family and her friends called her Chuck. The nickname had helped when she was dealing with people because she’d actually threatened people with, ‘Don’t make me call Chuck.’

Her arms wrapped around him, and she pulled him tight. After they lost so many people, she’d always greeted him or sent him on his way with a hug. She’d regretted that she’d been busy and hadn’t given his dad the goodbye he deserved because she’d been distracted with a task. He leaned close to kiss her cheek.

“How’s my boy?” she asked.

“I’m good. Everything’s set.”

He’d decided to let his mom and aunt in on what was happening. He might need them to help diffuse the situation. When he’d told his mom who he was going to make his Ol’ Lady and wife, she grinned, then shook her head, teasing him that he never did anything easy.

He was most concerned because SOMC was a one-percenter club and Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC wasn’t. Pit’s club didn’t traffic women, sell drugs, or anything like that. Heck, most of his members were in law enforcement or first responders, but Pit and his men didn’t believe the law always helped the innocent. Sometimes, justice needed a little help.

His cousin and the Vice President of his club walked over. Justice picked up his mom, kissing her cheek and spinning her around.

“Justice, what have you done? You only try to distract me with that when you’ve done something you shouldn’t,” Ruth asked.

Very few people knew that his Aunt Ruth was the SOMC boogeyman, Ruthless, that the club had threatened people with for the years Pit and his brothers were gone. A couple months after the guys had left for the Army, a small group of men had attacked the compound, trying to burn down what was left. A small figure completely covered in black was seen right before all the men were gunned down. All her mom’s statements to the police and fire department included this supposed vigilante who had protected the club.

From there, when something happened that hurt some other organization that had threatened SOMC, his mom and Ruth blamed it on the vigilante, whether Ruthless had done it or not. His mom had used it to their advantage to protect herself and her family.

“Mama, I haven’t done anything,” Justice whined.

“Hey, Justice. Somebody’s looking for you,” Tack teased.

Tack was Justice’s younger brother and also a first responder with SWAT. The boys could get stuff done but during their off time, the pranks they played sometimes bordered on juvenile. Pit let it happen because with their jobs, letting off steam was a good thing.

“Who?” Justice asked.

“Your future wife,” Tack teased, then pulled his mom over to kiss her cheek.

“Justice, is there something you need to tell me?” Ruth asked.

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