Finding Harley: Renegades MC Story

Chapter 12

I could hear the cursing behind me as I address my uncle, a man I once loved like a father.   I had to tune them out if I was going to finally get the answers I needed. Keep it together just a little bit longer Harley.

Standing there I waited as nothing, but Slash's moans surrounded us.   I knew all my shots were not lethal but combined they would turn deadly.   In a few minutes he would bleed out, dying slowly like I wanted.  But he wasn't my concern anymore.  Cricket was.

"I am glad you survived Davy."   He said using my childhood nickname.

"DON'T fucking call me that!   You lost that privilege the night you turned me over to that bastard.   How could you, you were my fucking uncle.   I loved you, hell I trusted you and you just handed me over like none of it mattered.   Why."  I was finally able to ask the questioned that haunted me for years.  Why.  He was my only protector. Why did he turn me over to that lunatic.  

Defeated he looked me in the eye.   "You don't understand, I had no other choice.   Hunter's take over began a few weeks prior.    Brothers were taking sides, but we all knew your dad would go down.   He was weakening and we all saw it.   Hunter was gaining the loyalty.   They kept me in the dark mostly until they could figure out where I stood.   That day Hunter collected all the old ladies and had them locked up to ensure the guys didn't turn against him.   I swear I didn't know where I was bringing you, I was just following orders, orders I thought were from your father.   After Hunter killed him, I knew what was going down and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.   It would have been suicide if I did."

It all started to make a little sense.  I know some of those men were loyal to my father, hell, most hated Hunter, it never connected why on that night they all shifted their loyalty.   But it was me that paid the price.  

"So instead, you sacrificed a fifteen-year-old girl.   How didn't you fucking know what was going on.   Christ you were the Sergeant in Arms.   You should have known."   I yelled, gripping the gun tighter.  

Arms circled my waist anchoring me to the large muscular chest behind me, gently easing the weapon from my grasp.   My body shook with rage as I unconsciously leaned into Axel for support.

"We didn't know how far his obsession went with you until later.  Christ that man had photos of you plastered all over his wall.   He had cameras in your room so he could watch you.   According to Hunter you belonged to him and nothing was going to stand in his way of having you.   Your mother stood in his way.   Your father stood in his way.   Any brother that didn't go along with him he saw as a threat and eliminated.   Thirteen brothers died that night.   The rest of us wised up and kept our mouth shut.   We planned to get you out, but he had eyes everywhere."

As I listened my body struggled against the fury that consumed it, but Axel just tightened his hold.   Missing pieces began to fall into place, and I remembered how things have changed in that last week.   How some men began to follow me more closely and how my father's anger increased towards me, confining me to my room.   I just thought it was because the bastard hated me.  

It was common knowledge that my father despised me, I just never knew why.   After my mom died I pretty much became his slave, doing all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, - whatever he needed.   Basically, filling in for my mother.   But in all that time I never knew what I did to earn his wrath. It was about time I knew that. 

"Why did my father hate me?" 

"Because he knew you weren't his..."

And there it was.  Just as simple as that.  

I wasn't quite sure what I felt at that little tidbit of information. Happy? Elated that the bastard wasn't my father? The man that mentally and verbally abused me for years didn't share my DNA.   He never showed me any kind of love or affection.   No Uncle Cricket was the...no that couldn't be right.