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  Being Us (Next Generation, #4)

  Copyright 2020, J.M. Walker

  FAMILY TREE

  PROLOGUE

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  EPILOGUE

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  ABOUT

  Angel and Genevieve “Jay” Rodriguez

  (Grit, King’s Harlots #1/Grim, King’s Harlots #3)

  Angelica “Gigi”

  Ryder

  Meadow

  Asher and Meeka Donovan

  (Stain, King’s Harlots #2)

  Aiden

  Ashton

  Coby and Brogan Porter

  (Rude, King’s Harlots #4/For You, King’s Harlots #7)

  Zachary “Zach”

  Dale and Maxine “Max” Michaels

  (Numb, King’s Harlots #5)

  Piper

  Vincent “Stone” and Creena Stone

  (Rust, King’s Harlots #6)

  Luna

  Vincent Junior

  Greyson and Eve Mercer

  (Greyson, Hell’s Harlem #1)

  Jaron

  Tray and Zillah Lister

  (Tray, Hell’s Harlem #2)

  Beatrix “Bee”

  John and Beatrix “Trixie” Butcher

  (Hell’s Harlem Series)

  Cyrus

  Samson “Sammy”

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  Please be advised that there are scenes in this book that mention past child abuse and trauma. If you have triggers, please read with caution.

  Tanner

  WATCHING MEADOW RODRIGUEZ COME toward me as I sat at a nearby table, stirred every cell in my body. But not for what most would think. Truth was, she never did it for me. Hell, no one did. What woke the beast in me was the fact that she listened. It all had to do with control and control was what I intended to keep. No matter the cost.

  But knowing what she thought of me, what everyone thought of me, didn’t sit well. It was like a dead weight in the pit of my gut.

  I let out a slow breath.

  I tried with everything in me to let her know that I would never hurt her. I may have messed with her a little but that was only to maintain an image. I had worked hard over the years to get to where I was and I wasn’t about to let it all go to waste over correcting some damn rumors. So, I let them slide into little ears. They were passed on from person to person. Maybe they were even used as bedtime stories to scare children into being good little boys and girls. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Because it didn’t matter. I used to try correcting the rumors but now, what was the point? People believed what they wanted to believe.

  As Meadow neared the table I was sitting at, my gaze flicked to Sunny Harrison and Roy Allen, or Shade, as most knew him by. They stood by their SUV; their eyes locked on her. They watched, waiting for me to pounce no doubt.

  It wouldn’t happen. She had something I wanted and that was it. After she gave it to me, she would never have to see me again.

  But the closer Meadow got, the more I saw the fear in her dark eyes. She had been a feisty little thing from the moment I met her weeks ago. I enjoyed toying with her, knowing it drove her guys crazy, but it would never amount to anything more than that. Although, they didn’t appreciate my sense of humor.

  “I won’t hurt you,” I said, as Meadow sat across from me.

  “Isn’t that what the villain usually says before they kill their victim?” she asked, her voice monotone.

  I bit back a chuckle. Truth was, I liked her. She was fun. But rumors were rumors and she believed what was said about me. “Doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. Doesn’t matter if anyone believes me or not.”

  “Good because I don’t.” She looked around her.

  I picked up the small mug and took a sip of coffee. I wished it were liquor, but alcohol was dangerous. Especially when I didn’t know what was going on or if I would see tomorrow. There was a mole in my club, and I had no idea who it was. I didn’t like that shit. I was used to being in control. For most of my life, I knew exactly what was happening day in and day out. My club, the way we made money, and more. They were all under my watchful eye, but this threw me off and I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.

  “Did you get what I asked for?”

  Meadow reached into the front pocket of her jeans. “You never asked but yeah, I got it. I’m not sure if this is what you want though. My mom had no idea what you were talking about.”

  I leaned across the table and took the ring from Meadow. I did a quick scan of it, noticing the set of numbers engraved on the inside. I wasn’t sure if this was what I had been searching for either, but it was a start. “I’m not sure actually,” I confessed.

  Meadow frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “My dad was a twisted individual.” I squinted as I read the inscription.

  “Why didn’t you ask my mom yourself?”

  My gaze met hers. “Have you met your father? He’s a scary fucker.” Even I was man enough to admit that he was a person I did not want to mess with. “I’ve toyed with death before but I’m not stupid enough to cross your dad’s path.”

  “Do you know my father?”

  “Not personally, no. I’ve tried to stay away. Cause you know, I’m in Hell’s Harlem territory and all.” I winked, taking the words she had used weeks ago and throwing them back at her.

  Meadow rolled her eyes. “This place is away from their clubhouse, so I think you’re good.”

  “Listen, what happened before…” I hesitated, knowing I should apologize for the shit I had done. For touching her when she didn’t belong to me. For making her think that I would have taken it further than what I had already done when she clearly told me no. I was an asshole, maybe even worse than that, but I knew when no meant no. Even though the rumors had said differently about me.

  Meadow’s eyebrows rose.

  “I’m a bastard and I’d rather deal with animals than humans but…that…anyway, thanks.” I stood from the table.

  “Wait.” She rose to her full height. “That’s it?”

  “What more do you want?” I demanded. “I suggest leaving before what happened earlier tonight is the least of your worries.”

  “I just…” She shook her head. “This doesn’t make sense.”

  “Meadow.”

  I looked over her head, seeing Sunny coming toward us.

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sp; “Please, tell me why you would go through all of this trouble just for those numbers,” Meadow said quickly.

  “You ask too many questions.” I stuffed the ring into my pocket. “Leave it alone, Meadow.”

  “He’s right.” Sunny grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”

  “No.” She stepped around the table, blocking my path. “Why demand for me to get this from my mom? What’s in it for you?”

  I glanced over her head. “You need to put a muzzle on your pet.”

  “I want answers,” she cried, shoving me.

  Much to my surprise, she was a strong tiny thing.

  A wicked grin spread on my face. “Listen here, little girl. I’d be careful who you demand answers from. My crew is not as nice as Hell’s Harlem. Although, I seem to recall a time that they were actually much worse than my club.” I chuckled for added effect. “Those were the days.”

  “Tanner.” Meadow clenched her hands into fists at her sides. “How did you know that my mom had that ring or even that number you were looking for?”

  “Because it was in my dad’s will,” I told her.

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  “If you must know, when my dad died, he had stipulations in his will that it be read at a certain time and on a certain date.”

  “I think he saw one too many action movies,” she muttered.

  I agreed. “That date has come and gone already. His lawyer called me right at the exact time my dad requested. I almost didn’t believe it myself.”

  “I don’t care what the numbers get you but why do I feel like there’s a catch?” Meadow asked, staring up at me. “You can’t just want those numbers and be on your merry way.”

  “And why not?” I turned back around. “You’ll learn to leave well enough alone, Meadow. Don’t make me change my mind.” I started walking away, heading toward an alley that was past a few buildings. Once I reached my bike, I would head to the clubhouse and try and figure out what the hell these numbers were used for. There had to have been more in my dad’s will, but I was too focused on getting Meadow to actually do what I wanted, that these numbers were my main focus.

  As I was nearing the alley, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to let my vice-president know that it was done when something caught my eye. I stopped suddenly, looking around me. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was later in the evening, but people still milled about. It was the busiest area in town. With a few cafes, restaurants, a bar or two, the area was slowly building. But it was definitely busier than when I had visited as a kid.

  Even though everything looked normal something was still off. But what happened next went far beyond just being off.

  Pulling the pistol from the back of my pants, I lifted my arm, aiming at my target.

  Gunshots sounded.

  People screamed.

  Sirens rang.

  I heard it before I saw it.

  I watched them fall, crumbling to the ground in a pile of limbs.

  Meadow was screaming, trying to push the large body off of her.

  My stomach dropped, my arm falling to my side.

  Sinking back into the shadows, I watched the mayhem before me. They couldn’t see me, but I could sure as hell see them.

  People were running, trying to figure out what just happened.

  I didn’t know either. Maybe I would never know but I knew I would be blamed. Even though I never pulled the trigger, there were cameras. I tried shielding my head, but it was too late, knowing my face would be noticeable to anyone who looked at those security tapes.

  One thing I did know was that I would do whatever I could to clear my name. Even if I died trying.

  Tanner

  WHEN YOUR CLUB BETRAYS you, that’s when you knew life went to shit. Someone within Devil’s Rejects wanted me out as President. It had been a feeling sitting in the pit of my gut for years. But I was never able to prove it. Not until it actually happened.

  I was young. I did things to survive and make my way to the top. I had to earn my power and role as president. Even though I had done that, it didn’t mean the other members liked it. Especially one.

  Tommy West and I had gone way back. We were prospects together but even though we were close, I didn’t trust him. I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was something about him that was off. I always caught him looking at me with contempt. Like he should have been president instead of me. He could have been. He just never proved his worth.

  I could still hear the gunfire and smell the powder from that night. But I was thankful that we had never met at the clubhouse. Sunny and Shade were smart that way. Meadow on the other hand, wanted answers and she would have done anything to get them.

  Lifting my hand, I watched the tremors rippling through it. It shook, pissing me off. The anxiety rushing through me had become worse over the past few months. Especially when I was trying to sleep. That was when the screams started. They shredded into me, tearing my heart in half. I didn’t have a lot of morals. Especially when it came to humans but killing someone in cold blood was not my thing. Watching a fellow biker die, even if he was a member of a rival MC, while his girlfriend screamed beneath him, tugged at the last bit of decency I had left.

  When that happened, I didn’t stick around. I knew I would get blamed for pulling the trigger, but it had nothing to do with me. Whoever shot that gun and killed Sunny Harrison, started a war. And it was a war they couldn’t win. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to go toe-to-toe with Hell’s Harlem.

  I had spent weeks looking over my shoulder. It took longer than that for the screams to disappear. I wasn’t a morally sound guy, but I didn’t believe in shooting someone just for the hell of it. Although the rumors going around about me, said different. Bottom line, humans sucked.

  Pulling the black hood higher up over my head, I picked up my speed while I walked the few blocks home. I was currently living in a shithole in the worst part of the city. It wasn’t close to the Devil’s Rejects clubhouse. I didn’t know where Hell’s Harlem did their business. Word had gotten around that they had a large house in the middle of nowhere while some of the members lived in a town nearby and in the same city that I did.

  When my apartment building came into view, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had the money to afford better but was trying to lay low and out of sight. I needed to stay off the grid and was trying to get this target off my back as best as I knew how. Living in a big fancy house, would only make it worse. So, instead, after everything went down, I took my bike and drove to the city before anyone knew that I was gone. It was a pussy move on my part, but I knew that I would get blamed for shit I couldn’t explain. Hell, I didn’t even know how to talk myself out of this one. I needed to know why the mole in my club turned my brothers against me.

  I would bet my life on it that it was Tommy, but I didn’t know what he wanted.

  Once I reached an alley, I looked behind me. Satisfied that no one was following me, I went down it and headed through the back way until I reached the doors of my building.

  A homeless man sat by the doors. A blanket covered his body and was wrapped around his head like a hood, leaving his face hidden by the shadows. He had his arm resting on his knee with his hand held out.

  “Hey, Kid.” Even though I didn’t know how old he actually was, it had been a nickname I had given him. I dropped a wad of bills in his open palm and made my way into the building. It had been the same routine ever since I moved in. Although I didn’t like humans of any variety, I didn’t take it out on the less fortunate. It wasn’t their fault this was a fucked-up world with fucked-up people living in it. And it also wasn’t their fault that vile human beings had taken it out on me as a boy.

  I shook my head, forcing the unwanted memories out of my mind before they became too much and completely consumed me.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I stopped at the fourth floor and pushed through the dingy door. The security in this place was lacking. No
t that anyone cared what happened here really. Graffiti marked the walls. Puke, piss, and other bodily fluids stained the carpet. The smell was overwhelming at first but after a couple of days, you got used to it. A gunshot rang out from somewhere off in the distance. Probably from one of the apartments nearby. Who knew anymore? It wasn’t the safest place I had ever lived in, but it worked for the moment.

  When I reached the end of the hall, I stopped at my door. Unlocking it, I pushed my way inside and quickly clicked all of the locks and deadbolts back into place. Call me paranoid, but when I watched a member of a rival club get shot and killed, it was bound to make a man leery of everything and everyone around him.

  “Trigger,” I called out, throwing my keys on the metal kitchen table.

  A large German shepherd hobbled from the hall, coming my way.

  “Hey, old man.” I crouched as my dog closed the distance between us. He started licking my face, butting his head into the crook of my neck. I chuckled, running my hands through the fur at his throat and over his ears. “How was your day? Did you get some rest?”

  He gave me a deep woof, leaning his whole body weight against me.

  I kissed his head, reveling in the fact that this living, breathing thing, put all of his trust in me. I had found him in the alley when I moved in. He was old and beaten down. I could see his ribs after what was probably weeks of not eating properly. As much as I wanted to hunt down the fucker who hurt him, I took him in instead. But that didn’t happen right away. It took over a week for me to earn Trigger’s trust and we had been inseparable ever since.

  “Alright, old man. Let’s go get you some food.”

  He woofed again, heading into the kitchen.

  I sighed, noticing the limp in his step. He clearly had arthritis. I tried making him as comfortable as possible, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before he passed away. Until then, I would do what I could for him and give him the best life before that happened.

  I followed Trigger into the small kitchen. If you could even call it that. It had a sink, a fridge, a stove, and an oven that was stained. From what, I didn’t want to know. I kept the fridge stocked and ate well constantly but living there, put a damper on things. The only good thing about it was that both Trigger and I were safe. For now. But I wasn’t sure how long that would last.