Page 1 of Breaker

CHAPTER 1

Charlotte

Iwish I didn’t feel like such a hypocrite. The pair of eyes staring back at me bruised and battered reminded me too much of my own life. Mrs. Jackson is 32 years old and was brought into the emergency room with multiple broken ribs, a broken wrist and multiple contusions all over her body. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her.

I sigh and turn to her, “Ms. Jackson, I need you to reconsider speaking with the police.” She lifts her head to look at me, “You don’t understand doctor, nothing happened. I slipped on a toy and fell down the stairs,” she pleads with teary eyes.

I knew she wasn’t telling the truth. I knew all about making excuses for those we love. How? Because I know firsthand what she was experiencing.

“Alright, Mrs. Jackson. I am going to give you some pain medication for those broken ribs and discharge instructions. The nurse is going to come in here and go over those with you and have you sign some paperwork,” I said.

She looked up at me about to say something but her husband cut her off barging into the room, “Mary! What the hell are you doing in here? I told you before…” I cut him off.

“Sir, your wife took a tumble down the stairs as you know,” I said through clenched teeth. I try to be as professional as I can but I hate men who beat on women. “Your wife is free to go once she signs the discharge papers.”

I sigh once again and seek out my nurse to discharge Mrs. Jackson. I say a silent prayer hoping that she will be okay.

I am jolted from my train of thought, “Charlotte? Are you okay?” my nurse Heather asked. Heather is my best friend. We both started working at the hospital at the same time. She is the complete opposite of me. She is thin, beautiful and full of life. I, on the other hand, have curves, dark brown hair and super shy.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just thinking about that patient,” nodding to the curtain Mrs. Jackson is behind. “Do you mind discharging her? I’m gonna go take my dinner break. I already signed all the paperwork.”

She looks up at me and lets out a huge breath, “Yeah, no problem. I really wish she would talk to the police. This is the third time that she’s come in here. Each time is worse. Her asshole husband doesn’t even try to hide the fact. It is almost like he knows she isn’t going to talk,” she said.

“Yeah I wish she would too, but she doesn’t want to talk. I will see you later girl.” I turn and walk down the hall to the cafeteria.

I really wish she would seek help. The police were right there for her but she refused. I tug down on my long sleeved shirt.Who am I to talk?

CHAPTER 2

Breaker

BANG! BANG! BANG! “What the fuck!!!” I yell as I rise off my bed. Who the hell is banging on my door like a lunatic? I open the door so pissed off it slams into the wall causing a dent.

Standing in front of me was my VP, Tank rubbing a hand over his face, “Sorry Pres, but we got a problem,” he said.

“What the fuck is going on?” I pull my phone out and look at the time, it’s only 2 am. I stare at the giant motherfucker, built like a tank. He is huge and one of the only people I trust with my life. That’s why he is my VP.

“There was a fight at the Dancing Lotus,” he said.Shit!The Dancing Lotus is our strip club. We just opened it six months ago and it has been a cash cow. I handpicked all the girls myself. We don’t do prostitution and the girls get tested regularly for drugs and STDS. It’s a classy motherfucker and makes me a shit load of money.

“What happened?”

“A few lone bikers came in and started causing havoc. There was a prospect, and Butcher was there. They told them to get the hell out and a fight broke out. One of the girls got hurt and the prospect was stabbed,” he said.

“Shit! Where is Butcher?” I said as I rubbed my face and grabbed my cut.

“He and the prospect are with Heather.”

Grabbing my shirt and walking out. I slam the door behind me, this time knocking it off its hinges. Heading towards the sick bay. We call a makeshift room with medical supplies sick bay. We have Heather, a nurse that helps us out from time to time, she works at the local hospital. We helped her out when she was being stalked by a psycho ex and her brother was part of the club but cancer took him from us.

I, the President of the Corrupted Saints MC, don’t tolerate women beaters or child abusers. Those motherfuckers deserve to be six feet below. One of the first things I did after being voted in as president of the Corrupted Saints was to clean house. I won’t have a brother watching my back that beats on women and kids. It didn’t go over well with a few members but I gave them an out, to transfer to another chapter or die. A few chapters took in a few members but the rest were turned away, the other chapters not wanting to have those sick motherfuckers watching their backs either. Corrupted Saints may not be the most outstanding citizens but we take care of our own.

Reaching sick bay, I open the door to see Heather taping up the prospect. “Hey Breaker, I am just about done here, it was just a flesh wound,” she said.

I nod to her. I look at the prospect. I think his name is Charlie. He looks at me and nods, “Pres.”

“Prospect, I want you in my office after Heather finishes. Where’s Butcher?” I ask. I cross my arms, flexing, waiting for him to answer. My veins bulge out of my arms. Butcher is one of my brothers and has been with the MC since it first started, he wouldn’t start a fight for no reason.

From behind me I heard my VP, “He is at the bar with a hang around,” Tank said.

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