Their Weakness( Somerville Book #2)

Chapter Five

Goon's Pov

I had been watching Lavey for two weeks now. We both had when Asher was to busy with the club it was up to me to keep an eye on her. At first it was because of obligation. While I was locked up from getting busted on gang and drug distribution charges. The leader of the crew found out I was responsible in a way of letting the girl he kidnapped go free.

I betrayed my crew, and in my world that's worst than death. My name was pulled and I had a hit out on me. Ash done right by me, we were only cell mates and from rival gangs. He had no obligations or responsibility to help me, but he did.

He saved my life, and I'm forever indebted to him. Plus I had no where else to go. I was thirty-four, and no family, no wife or kids. The gang was my family before it stopped meaning something to me.

I've been running the streets since I was twelve years old. The moment my step-father put a gun in my hand and told me to be a man. I had to con, cheat, and hustle to provide. The mentality of kill or be killed didn't just go away because I gained a conscious by freeing a young girl from the clutches of a horrible man.

I done terrible things to innocent people for money. Killed for alot less. I knew that I wasn't perfect, but every since I started watching my bestfriends step-sister just once in my life I would do anything to be perfect for her.

Now I watched out for her because I wanted too. I had a drive to protect her. Be anywhere she needed me to be. I would do anything for her if she asked me.

I wanted to have her big brown eyes gazing up at me as something to be proud of. Her warm tanned skin against mine as I held her to me, thrusting my thick dick inside of her warm pussy. Her black curls cascading around my face as she rode my dick. I have imagined many times over the facial expressions she would make from taking my large staff until she reached climax.

She was my obsession, and I had to know her.

I could tell my size intrigued her as well as flustered her. It took everything in me not to press my lips to hers there in that dingy strip club she worked at. I hated she worked there. Asher did too, maybe we could persuade her to stop once she knew Asher was back.

I took out my phone scrolling through it before texting Ash.

Goon- Saw Lavey. She's safe.

Ash- Ok. Meet at clubhouse. In church. Talk in 10.

I sighed loudly before rubbing my face with my palm. It was simpler when Ash was locked up with me. We protected one another, us coming from different gangs we shouldn't have been as close as we were. Many didn't like the fact so we had enemies. We trusted one another to have each other's backs.

Now. He is back with his crew Hell's Advocates MC. A motorcycle club that hates outsiders along with rats. Even though I did a good thing I am shunned from other clubs because I went against my leader.

I betrayed my crew and my loyalty. So to them I am an untrustworthy rat. Dispite that Ash vouched for me. My loyalty as well as their trust was not given. Viper the Prez had been lenient enough to let me stay there with Asher, but I am not evolved in any of the club's business.

Walking along the sidewalk the clubhouse only three blocks from Darlins. I knew that's why I liked Lavey because I figured no matter what I had done she wouldn't judge me for it, and honestly I was sick and tired of being judged.

Judge for how big I am. Judged for the life I lived. Judge for my long criminal record. And I was vain enough to know I was judged because I was attractive to the most people.

It was tiring to have people make up their mind about me before even knowing who I truly was.

Lost in my thoughts, the sight of the MC Tattoo Shop called Inked Up was a bikers wet dream. Many of them loved to getting into Ryder's chair as he gave out some bangin' illustrations. The man was a artist of the gods.