Brothers At Arms MC-


Chapter One

 Dressed in jeans, a tank top, and a long duster type jacket, along with her well-worn cowboy boots, Marty walked the streets of Fergus. She looked around the dusty little town. It wasn’t a big town and she could see signs that claimed it had Crystal City as a sister city.

 It was almost dark and she still had to find the Brothers Tavern. She had heard it was the last place where her sister might be and she really had to find Sami. Why, she wasn’t sure but it had been her father’s last wish.

She came through the alley and finally found the back door of the bar. Now all she had to do was wait for Sami to show up. She spotted a crate near the door and used it to climb a few feet up to hide her small backpack in between the branches of a tree at the backend of the alley. Once she deposited the backpack, she returned the crate sorta where she found it and sat down to wait. She couldn’t afford to lose her bag and she didn’t want anyone else to know about the pack either. She figured it would be safe in the tree. She settled in to wait and see if Sami would show up or not.

Everything happened so fast. One minute Marty was sitting against the tree alone while staring at the back door of the Tavern when suddenly she heard a sound. She turned to see the back door being pushed open. Next, a little girl with long reddish hair was tossed out into the cold as the door slammed shut.

The little girl looked to be about four or five years old. Looking scared, she held a stuffed rabbit close to her tiny chest.

Marty wondered what this was all about. Who would throw a little kid out into an alley behind a bar?

The air was a bit on the cool side tonight and the little girl had been put outside without a jacket. She kept crying as she wobbled backwards out into the alley with tears running down her face.

The poor thing looked scared to death.

A rumbling sound broke the silence; it was the sound of a motorcycle coming down the alley.

The rider didn’t have a helmet on. He wore a look of hate and rage on his face. One of his hands left the handlebar as he pulled a wicked looking knife from his waist. His eyes were locked on the little girl and it looked like he was going to hit her, either with the bike or the knife.

The little girl seemed to hear the sound of the rumbling motor and froze. Turning her head, she opened her mouth as if to scream but no sound came from her throat.

The man on the motorcycle wasn’t slowing down and it seemed like he was intent on running her over.

Marty moved to draw her weapon from the holster at the back of her jeans. Swiftly, she swept the little girl into her arms while aiming her gun at the rider.

 He snarled and swung out his arm jabbing the knife at her.

Marty didn’t even feel the blade slice down her side as she glared at him.

He tried to snatch the girl from her arms but Marty wasn’t giving her up. She raised her foot as if to kick the biker away from her but he swerved and she missed. Everything happened too fast as the rider scraped by them.

 He revved his bike and sped down the alley.

She got one shot off as the biker made his turn at the end of the alley.

He looked like the bullet hit him as he seemed to lose control of his cycle but he adjusted his ride and took off.

With a loud bang, the back door of the bar was thrown open as men poured out of the bar with their guns drawn. They fanned out, standing almost shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall of muscle and testosterone ten feet wide and well over six feet high. They all had their weapons drawn and sadly, for her and the little girl they were pointed directly at them.

Holy shit she thought to herself.

 One of the biggest bikers she’d ever seen growled, “Sam, what the hell? I threw your smart mouthed ass out of here a couple of months ago. I told you then to never come back here again.”

Marty shook her head trying to focus on what the big man had said, as she tightened her grip on both her weapon and the little girl. “I-I’m not Sam and this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Drop your weapon and then put my daughter on the ground,” the big man told her. “And you’d better put her down gently.”

“How the hell did she get Angel anyway?” One of the large men beside him growled. “One of us would have seen her if she’d come into the bar.”

“Listen,” Marty cut in. “I’m not Sam. I’m putting my gun back into my holster now, nice and slow.” She lowered her arm slowly. 

The little girl wound her tiny arms along with the stuffed rabbit around her neck and hung on tight. She buried her face in Marty’s neck and refused to look at the men.


Zeus frowned as he watched his little girl hugging Sam tight. She never used to like Sam and this caused him to worry. Sam never cared for his daughter either. Something was off with this picture. He looked over at Memphis and shook his head.

Memphis looked just as surprised as Zeus was.

Sam simply held Angel a bit closer as she gazed down at her. She rubbed the little girl’s back and squatted down to put her on the ground.

Angel made no move to release her tight hold or drop her feet down and stand on her own. Instead, she clung to Sam like a little monkey with a stuffed rabbit.

Sam stood up again while holding Angel and looked at the lineup of men. “What the hell did you guys do to her anyway?”

Zeus’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “What did we do to her? What the hell are you talking about? What the hell did you do to her?”

His daughter Angel made a sound like a whimper at the rage in her father’s voice. She clung to Sam even tighter.

Sam began rubbing her back and murmuring, “It's ok baby, don’t worry, I got you.”

Zeus stepped forward.

Sam tried to step back but with the girl in her arms, she lost her balance. She started to fall.

Zeus grabbed her arm and hauled her back onto her feet.

His daughter wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck a little tighter.

Sam looked like she couldn’t breathe as her face had gone white and she stumbled against him.

He continued to hold her arm and wrapped his other arm around her, bringing her body close for a moment.

Sam peered up at him and she looked confused for a moment. Then her eyes rolled up and she passed out.

Zeus bent forward to swing both her and his daughter into his arms.

Angel refused to let this woman go.

Suddenly, he felt a warm stickiness soaking through his shirt. He shifted the girls away and his eyes widened when he saw the wet spot was blood. He turned and marched back to his men. “Memphis, find Grave Digger, she’s hurt.” He turned to the back door.

Diabolus was there to open it for him.

Zeus walked down the hall and into his office. He laid the woman on the sofa. He tried to loosen Angel’s hold.

Angel shook her head and refused to let her go.

“Baby, you have to let go of Sam,” Zeus told his silent daughter. “Grave Digger needs to check her out. I think she could be hurt.”

Angel shook her head again and refused to go to her father’s arms. Instead, she slid to the side, wedging herself between Sam and the back of the sofa, but she wasn’t moving far.

Zeus stepped back and shook his head. He looked over at his brother Memphis. “What the hell is going on here? She never liked Sam and Sam never liked her either.”

Memphis stared at the woman and shrugged. “Better question is what the fuck was Angel doing out back? Donna was supposed to be watching her.”

Before Zeus could answer him, another brother came into the room.

Grave Digger glanced around the room and frowned when he saw the woman on the sofa. “What the hell is she doing back here? I thought you kicked her out a couple of months ago.”

“I did.” Zeus crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the woman on the sofa. “She’s hurt though and Angel won’t leave her.”

Grave Digger stared down at Angel who was in fact holding onto Sam. “What the fuck? Angel hates Sam.”

Zeus nodded. “I know that but for some reason, she won’t leave her now.”

“Well, let’s see what we’re working with here.” Grave Digger moved to the sofa and knelt beside the woman. He brushed the long coat away from her body and found a dark red stain on her t-shirt. Lifting the bloody clothing away from her skin, Grave Digger frowned. The knife wound was barely more than a scratch but it was just deep enough to open her side and the cut was bleeding heavily. “Bring me my kit,” he called out.

Someone set a first aid kit down on the floor beside him. 

Grave Digger rolled her over enough to remove her shirt so he could check her back. Grabbing her holster, he handed it up to Zeus.

Zeus gave it to Memphis as he kept his attention centered on the woman and the doctor.

Digger cleaned up the wound and was busy taking care of his patient.

 “What the fuck?” Memphis growled.

Zeus turned his head and stared at him. “What?”

Memphis held up the holster Zeus had handed him a moment ago.

“What about it?” Zeus asked.

“Look at it man, carefully brother.”

Zeus took the holster back and dropped his eyes down to the worked leather. It was smooth and the holster was well worn but what drew his eye was the golden disk embedded into the leather. The golden disk was engraved with a sharp shooter's stamp and the numbers of a year, ten years ago. There was a name engraved on the disk as well. Martine Shaw. He looked up at his brother. “What the fuck does it mean?”

“Damned if I know.” Memphis shrugged. “Sam must have stolen it or something.”

Grave Digger snorted.

 Zeus raised his head and looked over at him. “What’s so funny?”

Grave Digger glanced at him. “This woman isn’t Sam Wyatt.”

“How do you know that?” Zeus frowned.

Grave Digger tossed down another bloody rag and picked up the girl’s right hand. “Cause Sam never had her hand smashed like this. She might look like Sam but she isn’t her.”

Zeus stepped closer and saw what Grave Digger had seen. At some point in her young life, this woman’s hand had been shattered by something. The original wound itself was dead center of her right hand and it had been hard enough it would have shattered the bones under the scar. Long healed, the scars remained and he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell happened to her. The more important question was…Who the hell is she and what is she doing here? “How is she?” he finally asked his medic.

“She’ll live,” Grave Digger told him as he applied super glue to her wound and pinched it shut. It was the best he could do for now. “She lost a lot of blood but she’ll live.”

“Why isn’t she awake then?’ Zeus asked.

“She’ll wake up when she’s ready to wake up,” Grave Digger explained. “Like I said she lost a lot of blood and when she came down from that adrenaline high she just short of crashed.” He looked up at Zeus and asked, “I was told you guys all heard a gunshot before you tore out of here, did you find anyone else injured?”

Zeus shook his head. “I don’t think we even looked.”

Just then, another brother, Diabolus joined them in the office and he looked pissed. “Wrong boss. Blocker called me. He was out searching for trouble and he ran across it. When I joined him, I found a wrecked bike and its rider, three blocks away from here. She nailed him in the neck and he got that far before he died from blood loss. She got him spot on, right in the artery, and you ain’t gonna believe what he was wearing.” He then handed the biker’s cut to Zeus.

Zeus glared at his brother then looked down at the cut. The patches on the cut read Dragon’s Breath MC.

Grave Digger picked up the holster and frowned. He stared at the golden disk and read the name engraved on it. “Holy shit,” he swore under his breath. He raised his eyes to the girl still passed out on the sofa. “So that’s what happened to her.”

Zeus glared at his medic. “What ? What happened to who?”

Grave Digger shook his head. “Boss, this woman ain’t Sam.” He lifted the holster and said, “This belongs to Martine Shaw. Ten years ago, she was the best of the best, the top sharp shooter in the nation. What was so unusual about that was the fact she went up against grown men and still beat them.” He shook his head and said, “I actually got to see her shoot once and man, it was a piece of heaven I can tell you that. Pure fuckin’ art if you ask me.”

Zeus narrowed his eyes and glared at him. “So? She’s a crack shot, what’s the big deal? Women can shoot too.”

Grave Digger snorted. “Yeah, women can shoot I agree, but she was barely fourteen when she won this title…just a kid. After that competition, she just disappeared. No one has ever heard or seen her again. Most of the judges and the men competing complained it was a fluke. They wanted a redo but no one could find her.” He shook his head. “Now, I know why. It looks like someone smashed her hand to make sure she couldn’t ever shoot that good again.”

Zeus swung his gaze over at the woman and found her eyes were open. Up close, her eyes were gray but he knew Sam’s eyes were blue, but the two women shared the same heart shaped face, the same long dark hair. They were almost identical in looks… shit, they were even about the same height. Like Grave Digger said, this woman wasn’t Sam Wyatt, but she sure as hell looked like her. “Lady, just who the hell are you?” He stared at her.

She didn’t give him an answer as she turned her head and found Angel staring at her.

Angel smiled and reached out for her.

Zeus was stunned as his daughter hugged the woman. Angel hated Sam. Also, Sam would have pushed the little girl away and made a nasty face saying for her to get her grubby hands away from her. But this woman didn’t act that way. She just wrapped her arm around his daughter and held her close.

“I asked you a question and I never ask twice, sweetheart,” Zeus growled out.

Gray eyes turned back to him and she whispered, “My name is Marty. Who are y’all?”

“We’re the Brothers at Arms MC.” Zeus stared back at her.

Marty groaned and tried to sit up, but she did so with a cute little monkey of a girl and stuffed rabbit attached to her neck.

Grave Digger helped her to sit up and then sat back on his heels. “Are you okay, honey?”

Marty nodded. She looked down at her side and shook her head. “I didn’t realize that biker had gotten so close to me. I never even felt it.”

“You were lucky he didn’t go deeper.” Grave Digger shook his head. “He could have laid you wide open.”

Marty hugged the little girl closer. “He was after her, not me. I just got in his way.”

Zeus sucked in a breath. “That bastard was after my Angel? Why?”

Marty nodded then shrugged. “I have no idea why. After she was tossed out the door, he came roaring down the alley. I thought he was going to kill her. Like I said, I got in his way and he swiped me. I was going to kick his bike and he swerved at the last minute and that must have been when the knife got me. I didn’t even feel it.”

“How the hell did Angel get out in the alley in the first place?” Memphis wanted to know.

Marty leaned her head on top of the little girl and didn’t say anything.

The little girl just gripped her rabbit tighter to her chest as tears ran down her face.

Zeus growled and turned to Diabolus. “Get the body under some cover and set a watch. We need to know if any more of the Dragons are in town.”

Diabolus nodded and disappeared.

 Zeus looked at his brother and said, “Bring my cage around to the back. I’ll take Angel and Marty back to the compound. Angel needs to get to bed soon anyway.”

“You’re taking the woman home with you?” Memphis exclaimed. “We don’t even know why she’s here yet.”

Zeus shook his head. “I’m not letting her leave my side until I get some answers but Angel is terrified right now and I need to see to her. Find Donna and asked her how she lost my daughter in the first fucking place.”

Memphis nodded. “I’ll find out and meet you back at the clubhouse.”

Just then, an explosion rocked the street.

Everyone in the office felt it as glass rained down from the window. The people in the bar were screaming as pure chaos ensued.