Page 8 of Breaker

Tank was looking at me and I wanted to punch him for asking about her. Just thinking about her brother putting his hands on her had me seeing red.

“Calm down, Mason, it’s just you and me, Mason and Theo right now. What’s going on with you?” he asked.

I looked to him. He has been my friend since we were kids. We patched in at the same time and took rank at the same time. We had each other’s back. If I had to count on anyone it would be him.

“Look Tank, I can’t stop thinking about her brother and what he did. I have a bad feeling about that fucker,” I said.

He grabbed my shoulder. “I feel the same way, she feels like a long lost little sister to me. I tried to hug her and she winced like she was in pain. Something bad is happening to her. I just hope she stays away from that mother fucker cause I will hurt him,” he said. My brother is always the protector of the innocent. He may be a mean motherfucker and I wouldn’t mess with him but he had a soft spot for damsels in distress. He lost his sister young and now tries to be the best protector he can be.

I let out a breath. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. “There is nothing we can do, we don’t know where she lives or anything except she is a doctor.”

“What if we called Heather, they were here together,” he said.

“Do it.”

I got up and grabbed myself a whiskey straight from a roll away tray in the back of the room. Someone is stealing from my club, possibly a traitor, the cartel run and this girl that I can’t get out of my mind. I think I am going to need more whiskey.

I told Tank that I would be in my room. “If you find anything out, let me know.” I turned and left.

I got into my room, took off my shirt and laid on my bed. I immediately fell asleep.

2 hours later…..

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“What the fuck!!”

“Breaker, I just spoke to Heather.” It was Tank. I got up and opened the door.

“What the fuck man, you and this banging on the door business. If I had to guess you were the repo man,” I sighed. “What did you find out?”

He walked in and sat on the leather sofa I had in the corner. “Heather said that Charlotte came back to work after her week off but that she had some bruises on her face and a dislocated shoulder. She asked Charlotte about it and she said she was in a car accident. Her brother has been bringing her into work,” he said.

I saw red, I felt my teeth grinding against each other and my fists clenching. That motherfucker was beating her. I don’t take old ladies, but I’ve met this girl once and she is ruining my world. I need to make her mine so I can protect her. The Corrupted Saints are just that, we can be Saints but we have our corrupted moments. We aren’t angels but we protect the unprotected and helpless. I can’t stand to watch a women get beat. It makes my blood boil.

“That sounds like shit man. I think we need to pay her brother a visit while she is at work.”

“Sounds like a plan, you want me to get a couple of the guys,” he asked.

“Just you, me and Buzz, he never liked that prospect.”

Ten minutes later, I got on my baby, my Harley and we rode out to the prospects house.

We knocked on his door.

“What the fuck do you want,” he said as he opened the door. He looked white as a sheet as Tank pushed him in.

I walked in after Tank and Buzz and noticed two cars in the driveway. Car accident, my ass. I walked into the house and smelled peaches and vanilla. It smelled just like her. My fists clenched together. She lives here.

“You, my friend think it is okay to beat on women,” said Buzz.

“I-I-I don’t know what you are talking about, I didn’t touch anyone. I was drunk that night and I didn’t even hit her. You stepped in before anything could happen” he said.

I stepped up to him, where Buzz and Tank were holding each of his arms. “Then how do you explain Charlotte with a dislocated shoulder and a bruised up face,” I punched him in the gut. “You like to hit helpless women,” another punch. “You don’t touch her again, and if I hear that you do, I will kill you and that is a promise.” I hit him one more time and this time he blacked out.

“Let’s go, leave the scum there,” I said.

We walked out of there and closed the door making sure that no one saw us. If he touches her one more time, I will kill him.

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