Hidden Truths - L G Campbell Page 0,1
time to escape and be free.
But life isn’t a fairy-tale. In just one day the monster was dead. Pa was finally gone, but so was our mamma. Pa’s bad decisions and shady dealings caught up with him and the Satan’s Outlaws were nearly wiped out in a war he caused.
Blake and I made a vow that day that we would never be anything like our father. We both refused to become brothers of the Satan’s Outlaws. Blake should’ve been president of the club one day, it was his birthright. He declined.
The Satan’s Outlaws is in our blood. We will always stand by them and have their backs, but we will never join. We will never become our father.
Chapter One
Wes
I sit in my truck watching a few members of the Mexican Cartel. For months I’ve been watching their dealings, their meetings, I know everything about them. I could even tell you who they’re fuckin’.
No one knows that I’ve been gathering intel. Rip, my cousin and the President of the Satan’s Outlaws, asked me directly. I didn’t need persuading, after the shit they caused I was more than happy to do it. The Cartel want the Satan’s Outlaws’ territory. They want their business. They want to rule it all. Like hell are the Satan’s Outlaws going to let that happen!
I watch and grip my steering wheel tight as one of the cartel slaps his woman across the face for not doing as he asked. I grit my jaw and take a picture on my phone. I have a nice little album coming along of the assholes I’m going to kill. War is coming and these fuckers will be mine.
Leaving the poor woman behind, they get in their car. I chuck my phone on the seat and follow them. Eventually they pull up outside a florist. I tuck my truck slightly back to keep out of view.
They’ve been coming here on and off a lot over this past month. At first I thought it was because the Cartel were secretly romantic bastards. I snort with laughter at the thought. I quickly noticed that every time one of them comes out of the shop they dump the flowers in the trash.
They aren’t going in there to buy flowers, it’s something else, some other reason. A dealer maybe? I write down the name of the florist, Serena’s Flowers, to have a look into it. A florist isn’t exactly a normal place for the Cartel to be.
I watch them drive off. I don’t follow them. I don’t want to bring too much attention to myself. I watch the florist, wondering if I should go in. While I’m deciding what I should do a women comes out of the shop.
“Shit.” I say, feeling like the wind has been kicked out of me. She is stunning. She has thick long wavy dark brown nearly black hair, olive skin, and sexy curves. She bends down to place some flowers in the bucket display.
“Fuck me.” I groan, looking at her perfect heart shaped ass.
I haven’t even seen her face yet and she’s already caught my attention. No wonder the Cartel keep coming back here.
Something catches her attention and she looks my way.
Big dark brown eyes surrounded by long thick eyelashes, a small perfect nose, and then there’s her mouth, her plump bow shaped lips. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I’m watching her. I’m captivated by her. She smiles as she greets an elderly man. She hugs him and I immediately feel fuckin’ jealous of the old guy. He must say something funny to her because she throws her head back and laughs.
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I know I have to find out who this woman is. Just by seeing her I know I want her. I have to make her mine.
I’ve already met my fair share of beautiful women and I have had my chance but I’ve always been the nice guy. I always saw who they were truly meant to be with.
What is it they say? Nice guys always finish last. Well not this time, I’m not letting anything come between me and her. Every other fucker has had their happily ever after, now I’m taking mine.
My cell rings. I glance down and see it is Rip. Sighing I pick up the phone.
“Yeah.” I answer.
“How is it going? Any progress?” He asks.
I pause and look at the beautiful woman in front of me.
“Nah, nothing new to report.” I lie. “How much