BLAZING IN INK (BOOK THREE)

🔥 PROLOGUE BOOK 5 🔥

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GRIZZLY

They come from different sides of the fence.
He grew up in an abusive family, going to jail was in his blood.
She grew up in a well-known family.
But that didn't stop her feelings for loving a leather kutte biker who was 10 years older than her.

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Grizzly

I was glad to be out of the orange pants and white tank top they called prison clothing. It felt good to have my jeans on along with my leather club kutte. It has been a hard five years, all because of a deal gone wrong. 1,825 days inside that prison, any longer I probably would have gone insane. Sometimes I wonder why I joined the club, the Armoured Beasts. I guess I was missing something I had been trying to find for many years. My father always told me I was never worth it while my mother was in the next room getting high. 

To say I had a rough childhood was just the easy way to say things about it. Not many people knew about the things I was put through when I was young, only my brothers of the club. When I was young most nights I would spend it outside in the freezing cold until the neighbour across the trailer park had seen what my parents had done to me. 

Mr Carlo was the type of guy that you never wanted to cross. He was a Drill Sergeant in the US Army but he had been retired for some time before taking me in. Mr Carlo had waitressed my father slamming his fists into me, he had taken me to the hospital and gave me a roof over my head. I was only 12 years old. Over the years he had pulled me into line and told me all the things that a father should teach his son. 

For many years, I always wondered why he never spoke about his life but sometimes people just kept it to themselves. When I turned 21 years old, I had found out that my mother had killed my father when she had one of her psycho fits at him. I had received a phone call from the local women's prison, letting me know that she had been sentenced to life. 

I remembered when I went to see her, she had not changed one bit as she sat behind the glass with a phone to her ear. My mother always had this look in her eyes, a look to say ‘I am dangerous’. I remembered what she had told me that day because for 15 years it has been replaying in my mind and over the last 5 years it had been screaming at me. 

“You are just like me. You will do something that will make you end up in a prison. Mark my words.” She had told me with an evil smirk on her face. It was like she knew as she could see into the future. 

For many years I didn't believe her but when I joined the club, her voice was only getting louder. Don't get me wrong I love being in the club with my brothers but I was a few years older than my president. I had become the road caption of the Maine charter. I knew the roads like the back of my hands. 

But after the last five years in prison, I was now out on probation. We all were, Coyote and One-eye. While they went off and did their probation work elsewhere, I was placed at the local orphanage. When I pulled up to the orphanage, I looked around realizing it was in the bad part of town. I noticed that a group of guys down the road were looking over this way before I could pull off my helmet, they left their shirts showing me their weapons. I sighed and swung my leg over the motorcycle, keeping my eyes on them as I made my way up the footpath towards the front office of the orphanage. 

Once I was inside, I could hear children screaming in laughter and some were crying. I pulled off my sunglasses and made my way to the desk but no one was behind it, I rang the bell a few times only to be met with a short woman. “Hello” she gave me a slight smile as she pushed her glasses up her nose before making her way behind the desk. At first, I was lost for words but I shook my head and cleared my throat.

“My name is Flint Dalton…” I started to say but a child had cut me off as they came in screaming.

“I'm so sorry Vi but Becca just kept screaming for you” I snapped my head over to the other woman that came rushing in after the screaming child. 

“That is okay Ms Zo. Um… Mr Dalton is here” The young woman said as she picked up the child and moved out of the way before she quickly rushed out of the room. 

“Oh, of course. I'm sorry Mr Dalton for the screaming children, it just isn't their day.” The older woman sighed before reaching for a set of keys on the desk. “My name is Zo, I will introduce you around to all the workers in just a moment but you have met Vi.” I gave her a nod before she waved her hand for me to follow her. As I followed the woman through the orphanage she had shown me all the things I needed to know until we got outside. It was a mess, the fence was caved in and broken and even the playground equipment was broken.

“As you can see the place needs a lot of work, so I am glad that you are here to help us. I am sure you saw the local gang down the road and because of them, no one has wanted to step into this neighbourhood to help us.” Zo said as she stood there fiddling with the keys.

“How long has this been like this?” I nodded to the yard.

“About a year and a half now,” she sighed. “I was sent your information so I know what you have done but I saw that you are with the local MC so I know you will not harm us or any of the children.” I looked at her with a confused look. "The Armoured Beasts help out a lot with the charity events."

I gave her a nod of my head, Zo smiled at me and pointed her finger over to the small shed. “I am sure you will be able to find everything you need in there but if not let me know please let me know,” she told me. When she left me standing there, I saw some small faces staring at me from the window. I gave them a wave but they ducked down, making me chuckle quietly. I made my way over to the shed to see if I could find some yard gloves so I didn't cut my hands open on the sharp parts.  

Once I had everything I needed, I took off my leather kutte and placed it on the hook inside the shed and got to work fixing the fence.

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