Recluse Protection

Chapter 4

Cobra POV

"I need to know the complete operations, who the hell takes care of the identities." Staring at my father's most respected men I watch as they look between one another. Gripping the arms of my chair I stare at them, slowly losing my shit.

"There's more to it than just that." Kado speaks up leaning against the wall, looking around.

"Dad's dead, I'm the fucking President now. So you either link up or take your goddamn cuts off." Pushing up the chair I had previously taken residence in knocked itself over. Forger looks at me, before he limps his way over to the table. Leaning heavily on his cane, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed the man left him deformed for life. Even after multiple surgeries, the man still limps around, hip injuries are the worst.

"Cobra, my boy you know we already linked up with you the second we learned of Bear's death. We trust and respect you. Your Dad kept this a secret from you for many reasons." Forger heaves out a sigh easing himself down into the chair. The rest of the men fall into their own chairs. Turning my head I look over at Tiny, the new Road Captain. It's still hard to get used to not seeing Gear's blank face looking back.

"Well it's time I'm filled in, I need to know what the hell is going." Looking around over the table I pull my chair back up, dropping into it. It's been three weeks since Gears died, three weeks since my father, Bear died. With operations still needing to be run, I took over a lot sooner than I had planned. Looking over the paperwork, I kept seeing one thing, victims sent off to Mikeal's place. Then a date with a new identity written beside it. Never the identity, I've never heard of Mikeal's place.

"Years ago back when Welder was still President. Your father was sent on a mission." Forger sighs looking at me even as he leans back in his chair. The ungodly creaking sound that emits is nostalgic almost. The years I've spent sitting in on meetings with the ranks just to learn what the operations were.

"A group of men had the reputation of buying young women for who knows what. It normally ended with them suffering a lot. Abuse, physical, emotional, mentally, sexually. You name it, these men are monsters to put it nicely. Bear went in on the op, and saw some shit that lived with him until the end I reckon." Patriot shakes his head slowly, probably relieving the op.

"What happened exactly?"

"Gears and him went in alone, they saw a young girl chained with her arms up and legs apart. She had burns all over her body, she was being used as an example for the new girls. Kado and I went in and we cleaned the house with them." Patriot takes over for Forger staring at his lap.

"An example?" Raising an eyebrow at them I cross my arms over my chest.

"They liked how she looked, how she acted, who the hell knows why they kept her longer than the rest." Kado cuts in with a shrug, the man isn't fond of sharing many words. He's more of the quiet brooding type.

"She was tortured, before her parents sold her for their next hits. Her life wasn't one to be envious of, that's for sure. Your father went to Welder and said he had to help this girl out. Mikeal's place is what everyone dubbed it. When she first went there the guys took turns on vacation, to help her heal, learn, help her get better. Now she runs that place alone and a hell of a lot better than we ever did." Rubble answers shaking his head as he sighs, looking back at Forger allowing him to take over once more.

"That little girl was just barely sixteen, and already beaten down by the world. Mikeal's place was a safe place to heal, to get better. She then started learning from everyone learning who she was, what she could do, then she came up with the idea of giving back. By this time your father was President, she told him she wanted a chance to help the operations here make it easier. So she started creating identities giving the people we save a second chance of their own." Forger looks down at his lap with a slight smile.