Read Online Desolation: Betrayed: Motorcycle Romance (Sons of Desolation Motorcycle Club Mystery Series Book 2) by C. C. Davenport - Free Book Online

 
     
     
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    When you’re young you think you’re invincible. At least that’s what my son thought. He didn’t care for the Harley motorcycles his old man and I rode, preferring to ride crotch rockets as fast as he could ride them. Of course that’s what got him killed. He and his pals liked to race the B&O train that would steam through town at 3:40 pm every day. The thrill of passing the train and then jutting in front of it was too good to pass up. The day it happened I was working the books in the hardware store the Sons of Desolation Motorcycle club owned and still do. I heard the sirens and looked at the clock hanging above the door in the office. It read 3:55.
     
    I knew in my heart my son was dead. Maybe it’s a mother’s intuition. A light shines bright within your soul the moment your child is born and then it’s extinguished the second he or she is taken from this world. I tried not to let the death of my son define me, but it did for a long time.
     
    My husband Bruce, the VP of the Sons of Desolation, took the death of his only child even harder than me, if that’s possible. We drifted apart, yet divorce wasn’t in our vocabulary. Once he made me his old lady 20 years ago, there was no breaking the bond. It was the same bond he had with his club, nothing would break it.
     
    But our marriage was in name only for years after our son Gabe died. What used to be a vibrant love affair filled with sexual and romantic overtures died along with my son. We couldn’t comfort one another. Not sure why, maybe we blamed one another for his death. I didn’t think I did, but perhaps deep down something in me resented my husband. Why couldn’t he have talked him out of racing those damn rice burners. Gabe, Frito, Dry Heave and some others would work on their bikes in the garage by the clubhouse. I always hoped Gabe would become interested in the Harley’s while helping his old man work on them. While Harley’s move fast, they aren’t racing bikes. But he never did.
     
    After five years of living in hell I knew something had to change. I could no longer live this way. Could Bruce and I ever find that raging love we once had together? Or would another man fill my needs? I didn’t know it at the time, but our club would come under dark times and either it would revive or kill our love for one another.
     
    We played the social card at the club, but even they knew we lived a bleak life after losing Gabe. It shouldn’t become who we were as people, but we allowed it to be. When you get stuck in that day to day grind it becomes increasingly difficult to remove the cloak you’ve wrapped yourself in. So we became the parents of the boy who was killed because he raced the train and lost.
     
     
    The day Natalie Baxter came into our lives was like a breath of fresh air. She wasn’t stick thin like most of Elijah’s girlfriends. She was a curvy exotic beauty with porcelain skin and wavy black hair. I liked her immediately. Of course she had the normal run in with Callie, the resident bad girl who thought she owned Elijah, but that was in Callie’s own warped mind. After that, Natalie had a worse encounter with her father who was willing to kill her in a drunken rage than to let her go. Fortunately Bruce, Elijah and a few other club members were there to save her. Her father was now long gone, courtesy of the SODMC and Natalie was safe with us.
     
    The day the trouble started was on a Wednesday. Bruce and I had our normal breakfast of coffee and toast at the kitchen table with neither one of us saying much to the other. This was a daily routine and our evenings weren’t much different. Bruce’s phone chirped and he answered, sitting straight up in his chair after a few seconds of listening to the person on the other end of the line. Then he said, “I’ll be right there.”
     
    He got up from the table and said, “Somebody shot up the hardware store last night. They found Frito inside…he