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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 5:45 am
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up ~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~ Cadence was so upset with her brother. She knew he had to go to Grace's aid but she did not want to see him go. These men were responsible for Devil's death. They had never received definite proof, but in her heart she knew it was them. These men had abducted and tortured Grace previously. She could not bear the thought of losing anyone else. Jasper stepped up, and in typical Jasper fashion he was able to get through to her. He never seemed to have to yell at her to get his point across. Cadence nodded her head, to show she was in fact listening to him. She couldn't speak right now. She was now getting extremely emotional and worked up. Jasper was leaving to now! She turned away as he started for his bike. She did not want to see him go as well. She ran back into the Club, tears threatening to spill over. She went back into one of the large rooms that was off limits for the duration of the party. Some of the women that were less inclined to party for whatever reason we in this room. They had the few children that hung around here with their Mothers or in Belle's case her Father. Immediately Cadence grabbed Belle's bag and began packing hurriedly. She went to the lady who was watching Belle and explained she was taking her niece away from there. Something was going down. The ladies began to gather up the other children and move them to a safe location. Cadence pushed her way through the house's chaos. The baby's wailing couldn't be heard over the music. It wasn't till she was outside that she heard Belle's crying. "Gloom! Wait!" She hurried toward him as fast as she could with the baby and the carrier, along with her diaper bag. Hurriedly he helped her settle in the car with Belle. Then they were off to get Mara. ~Candie~ But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
~Eminem
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 7:35 am
Orion was silent the entire ride over. What could he say? Besides he was in the mood to tear those men apart. Now was not a time for words, it was a time for action. The action he craved ended with blood pooling about their body at his feet.
When he saw Jackson, it took everything he he had to not go at him. He wanted that f*cker's head mounted like a hunting trophy. He glanced over at Dereck, his eyes full of accusations not spoken currently. Had Jackson been one of his men they would still be finding his body parts throughout the country, had he went after his family.
"Still butt hurt she doesn't want your pathetic a** huh?" He taunted.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 8:26 am
Dereck Michael Thompson 
The look Orion had given Dereck did not go unnoticed, and Dereck scowled towards Jackson. The only reason he had spared his life in the first place was because Jackson had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. His hands were balled into fists as his side, and he eyed Jackson as Orion spoke, taunting him.
Jackson stiffened up a bit, narrowing his eyes at Orion. A few silent seconds passed before he grinned, and grabbed hold of Grace's jaw. "You will just have to remember that she was mine first. She yelled my name out before she ever yelled yours." He patted Grace on the cheek roughly, and Ace decided to speak up, moving to stand behind the chair where Grace was seated. His hands started by massaging her shoulders as he smiled at Orion and Dereck. "This can be fixed fairly easily. You both need to give up your hold on your towns. We can't stay in hiding all the way out here for much longer. Especially since we are bringing in so much money from our drugs getting pushed on the street." His hands moved down to Grace's chest, taking handfuls of her breasts.
Dereck growled and went to walk forward to the men when Jackson pulled out a gun, aiming it right at Dereck. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." His eyes were dark, and he had his finger on the trigger of the gun, ready to fire. "Leave Grace out of this...she isn't involved." Dereck demanded, through clenched teeth.
Ace let out a deep, throaty laugh and shook his head, removing his hands from Grace's chest. "That is where you are wrong. She is the only thing that connects both charters. She is the link between the Angels and the Reapers. Because she id your sister.." He nodded his head at Dereck, and turned his gaze to Orion. "And because she is your...current fling." He grinned at him, and moved to tuck Grace's hair behind her ears, allowing her face to be seen more clearly.
Dereck shook his head, and glanced sideways at Orion. They had a mutual goal at the moment, and it was to get Grace out of here, and kill Jackson. Even Ace and Law if they could get their hands on them. "You know that isn't gonna happen." There were a lot of things Dereck cared about, and his sister and home town were a part of it. He was not going to let his town turn to s**t with drugs and criminal activity. But he was also not going to allow these men to hurt or kill his sister, either.
Jackson shook his head, and clicked his tongue. "We were afraid you were going to say that.." He nodded to Ace and Ace pulled out a small pocketknife, and twirled it around his fingers. "Looks like your brother doesn't care about you, Gracey..." He took a handful of her hair in his hand and tilted her head back, placing the blade at the corner of her mouth. He applied enough pressure to slice into her cheek, and he sliced from the corner of her mouth, all the way to her ear. The only sounds in the empty warehouse were Grace's screams and Dereck's growl.
He and Orion needed to do something. Ace turned to Orion, and placed the blade against the other side of Grace's mouth. "What is your answer, big boy? You gonna let me ruin this pretty face? Kind of reminds me of the black Dahlia..don't you think?" He tilted Grace's face back down so they could see his work. Her blood was dripping from her cheek onto her clothes and down her neck.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 1:16 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion was not happy about his choices. He would not let them hurt Grace anymore. She had suffered enough for the MCs she was not even apart of. He couldn't just let the dogs have his town. He had worked too hard. Put so much of his soul into his hometown. He closed his eyes. "Take it...." He would get Grace back and worry about the town later. He would go to war if he had too. He would get get his town back, and hold onto it. "You want it so bad. Take it. I will hand it over, since you are all nothing but a group of little b*tches. Don't even have the balls to go head to head against us. Ran and hid like the little p*ssies you are. Your MC is a f*cking joke! You got rejects like Jackson over there. Makes sense since you all get off on beating up on women." Orion smirked at them. They could try to take Shadow Creek, but with Black, Titus, Kill and all his Crew back and on the loose. They would be gunned down before the sun rose over Shadow Creek. He had no fears about keeping his turf. The were savage when they had to be. Ruthless, efficient killers when need be. These men all had hearts of gold, but ice pumped through their veins. ~Ryder~ I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 1:30 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson
Dereck glared at Jackson, he did not even bother to glance over towards Orion as he spoke about handing over Shadow Creek. At the moment, the Angels had more men with them than the Reapers did, and that was something that also aided in Dereck's decision not to hand over his town. "Let her go.." He warned, his eyes looking from Ace to Jackson. It seemed that Law had disappeared somewhere.
Jackson raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to Ace, who was glaring at Orion. How dare he speak to him in such a manner? "You think we are a joke? Hm? Let's see how big of a smile we can give your little piece of a**. When I am done with her, you won't be able to look at her again without your stomach turning." This time he moved faster, but he ended up carving into the other side of Grace's face, then a shot rang out in the warehouse, and Ace had dropped the knife he held. He had been shot in the hand.
At that moment, Dereck looked behind him to find Nate hiding around a corner, giving him a thumbs up. It didn't take long for Dereck to charge Jackson, tackling him to the ground. Ace turned and grabbed his pistol from a table, ducking to hide behind it as he shot towards where Nate was hiding. "I'm going to kill you." He hissed, taking the gun from Jackson's hand. He didn't even give him any time to respond when he sent the entire clip of bullets into Jacksons head.
He was unrecognizable. Brain matter and blood pooled around his head, and Dereck reached into the back waistband of his pants, pulling out his own gun. He wanted to find Ace and Law, but he also needed to make sure that Grace got taken to the hospital. His eyes shot to Orion, and he nodded his head towards his sister. "Get her out of here." He moved and quickly made his way down a hallway, the only place that Law could have escaped from.
Grace had her head hanging, and she was more focused on the blood that was dripping onto the floor than the pain she was in. It was only when Dereck spoke to Orion that she looked up, cringing at the sight of Jackson on the floor.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 2:14 pm
 Wren Ashby
Wren stood in the supermarket with her basket, watching the rage and panic unfold in front of her. The man in the biker cut, with the President patch, ran out, leaving the pretty red head to check out for him.
Declan pulled up next to her with his cart, "What was that all about?"
Wren didn't look at him as she answered, "I've no idea. But I'm getting a bad feeling something really awful is happening. Let's get home." She finally glanced at him.
"I'll find Ivan, you get a spot in line. Should I give Aunt Millie a call, just in case we need a strong arm? If some kind of biker war or shoot out is about to go down, and we don't even know where it's going to happen..." He didn't finish.
Wren nodded reluctantly. She didn't like having to involve her very willing and over protective Mob Boss aunt.
Millie was the spokes woman for the Irish Mafia in the States, and had a small empire at her disposal. When the siblings' parents died, their fathers' very young teenage sister had taken custody of them in the states. She was only 2 years older than Wren, and they were all very close. She had invested in Wren and Declan's shop, she was the only reason it was possible.
At the age of 22, Millie had moved to be one of the top affiliates for the mob, by 25, she was the head of the United States sect.
"Let Millie know what's going on, maybe she'll have Intel already, but she'd be furious if something went down and we didn't call her for help." Wren murmured, then they split up and met back up with their three loaded baskets, ready to check out.
They were on high alert as they packed the car up and drove home, ready to duck for cover and grab their personal guns of choice.
Wren had tried hard to keep her brothers and herself out of involvement of the Irish Mafia's workings, but if something was happening in the town she had made her home, she was willing to get her hands dirty, if necessary. She hopped it wouldn't be.
Once they got home, they unpacked the groceries, and sure enough, as soon as they let their two dogs in for supper, a black SUV pulled into the double drive way, next to their car. No one got out, but then again, they wouldn't.
Wren slept well, knowing some of Millie's guys were watching the house. They'd likely run patrols around the perimeter of the property in shifts.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 4:31 pm
Jasper  When Jasper heard the first scream come from the building, he started cursing. This was so messed up that these guys were going after the girls constantly to get to the guys, especially poor Grace. He started walking towards the warehouse, slowing and pulling out his gun as he got closer. He saw Nate slip in the door that was open, and followed suit going to the other side. As Nate shot Ace's hand, and Dereck tackled Jackson, Jasper stood coming forward, gun raised to cover Orion and Grace as they left the building. That girl would need some help after all this. Physically and mentally probably.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 4:47 pm
 : Maralyn Ó'ConchobhairLocation: Soul Reaper's Clubhouse Company: Gloom, Soul Reaper Members, Cadie & Belle Wearing: Outfit As Maralyn pulled up to the Soul Reaper's clubhouse, she parked her bike and took a breath before going back over to the car Kennedy was in. This time as she looked in to talk to him, she noticed Cadence and Belle in the back seat looking a little rough. How had she missed them before? Was she that bad of a friend. "Hey Cadie, sorry I didn't see you before. Since you probably know the place, do you mind leading me to the kitchen to drop off the groceries?" She then turned back to Kennedy, "Before you say anything, I'm just going to unpack their groceries, then if you don't mind bring Cadence to my place, unless she wants to stay here, then you can go back to the club, ok? With that said, she went around the back of the car and started grabbing the bags looping them around her arms before grabbing one of the 12 packs. Then she nodded to Cadence to start leading the way.
A few minutes after they walked into the clubhouse, Maralyn heard some cat calls and whistles. Calling over her shoulder, she told them "Get over it boys. We are only bringing you food and drink." She continued to follow Cadie, coming in line with her "I'm sorry if this is weird. I ran into Dereck just before he got Orion's call. And well, felt bad to leave him hanging. He certainly is good looking though; a girl's gotta admit."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 5:15 pm
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up ~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~ Miss Candie Caine greeted Maralyn but other then that she remained quiet. She focused on the baby and tried to keep her mind off the men and Grace. Once they arrived she got out the car and helped unload the trunk. She grabbed some of the groceries and lead the way. "Follow me. I am not overly familiar with this place, but it is okay. I am not shy." She walked on, ignoring the men. She was not interested in them, and wanted to be long gone before Dereck returned. She hoped to never see that man again. "Yeah...the man is a modern day Adonis. He is so sweet and a true gentlemen. One of the few good guys left out there. If I were you...chat him up. Greek Gods aren't an everyday occurrence after all."She focused on putting the things away as quickly as possible. A young man came in and started aggressively hitting on them. He appeared to be young. Probably around her age. After nearly 10 minutes of him hitting on them she finally snapped. "Look dweeb, shove off!" She yelled as she approached him. Suddenly she froze, and stared at each other in stunned silence. "Joshua...?""Cadence...?" She grimaced and gave him a shove. "Your still a creep! No surprise there! Get lost!""What?! Why you trying to play me like that girl?! You know you want this! Hey, I hear your knocked up already so we can foll a-round and not have to worry about that!"She made a gagging motion and hurried away. She wanted away from Mr. Delissio. "Your so disgusting Joshua!" She yelled as she passed through quickly. He followed her still hitting on her and being his normal annoying flirty self. ~Candie~ But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
~Eminem
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 5:26 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion dashed forward, scooped Grace up. He held her slender frame to his body, and he ran. He paused only to kick Jackson's dead body. He would do a lot worse if he had the time. He hurried from the building. He caught sight of Jasper. He had his back. That was good. The rest of his men were storming the building, guns at the ready. Black leading the rampage. No surprise there, Black was always ready for a fight. He lived for fighting. Orion struggled with the door on the truck. Eventually he got it open and poured Grace in. He immediately removed his shirt and pressed it to Grace's bleeding and bruised face. "Grace, you will be okay."~Ryder~ I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 6:03 pm
: Maralyn Ó'ConchobhairLocation: Soul Reaper's Clubhouse Company: Gloom, Soul Reaper Members, Cadie & Belle Wearing: Outfit Maralyn nodded her thanks and followed Cadie into the kitchen. She paused looking at her dark haired friend for a moment, "Cadie, are you sure? I didn't mean anything by my earlier comment. We just basically were getting introduced at the store. I know a few days ago back at the... studio, you had mentioned him. I've meant to ask you more, but time has slipped by it seems. Even so I don't want to step on toes, he was yours first." She told her friend as she put beers into the fridge, completely ignoring the man that had followed them into the kitchen. Dereck was hot, seemed nice, but if Cadie wanted him or still had something for the man, then Lyn would step off. She didn't want to lose a friend over a guy. Wasn't how she was raised.
Before she left the kitchen, she rolled her eyes at the biker member making obscene comments. She shoved a pack of hotdogs into his chest,"GO make yourself useful and grill up these dogs." Turning to Cadence, she said softer, "When you finish that bag, why don't you head back in the car and tell Kennedy to take you to my place. You can crash there with Belle as long as you need. I'm just going to get the last two cases and bags out of the trunk." With that said, she left the kitchen and made her way back to the trunk. She took out the last remaining things that weren't hers, and closed it before heading back in. As she passed Cadence, she saw that guy still following her. "Don't you have sausages to be grilling?" She asked as she passed. Then she was back in the kitchen putting away the last of the alcohol. Some other member came in and started to hit on her, to which Maralyn told him off[. And when he still did not get the hint, she slapped him, Having had enough of men play big shot in recent weeks.
Before Lyn walked out of the kitchen this last time, she found a took the receipt from a bag, and found a pen. Writing on the back of the receipt she put her number and 'I hope everything turned out ok. Hope to talk to you soon. -Lyn' Turning the receipt over, she put the change from the money he had given her. And then she was walking out of the clubhouse and back to her bike. She placed her helmet on before peeling out of the parking lot and back to her own apartment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 6:03 pm
Grace Marie Thompson
Grace was so relieved when Dereck took Jackson down, and when Orion scooped her up she nearly sobbed, just from the fact that she was happy to still be alive. Her face burned with pain, and she closed her eyes as he ran her to the truck, to place her into the seat. There was a silence between them both as he removed his shirt and gave it to her, and she applied pressure to the wounds on her face. At his reassurance, she nodded her head, allowing the tears to fall from her eyes silently. She knew she was going to be okay, but she was not going to be the same. Not after that man had ruined her face.
The ride to the hospital was the longest ride of her life, and all she could focus on was the throbbing pain from the gashes on her face. The hospital must have been notified that she was going to arrive, because there was a stretcher and multiple doctors waiting to take her back into surgery when they arrived. It only took the doctors a few hours to stitch her cuts and clean them, and when they finally moved her into a room was when they allowed people to visit. The pain medicine they gave her dulled the pain physically, but when she saw herself in the mirror she nearly screamed out loud. She was ruined.
Dereck had been able to pursue Ace for a short distance, but by the time he got close enough to do anything the men were able to flee. He did not want to waste any more time then he needed by chasing them, because his sister needed him right now. Cursing under his breath, Dereck rubbed his head furiously and got a ride to the hospital with Nate and stood in the waiting room, pacing back and forth until he was finally allowed to go back and see his sister. Though, he hesitated for a moment, scared of what he was going to see. Not necessarily because of how she was going to look, but because of the injuries that had been caused to her right in front of him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 6:11 am
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up ~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~ Cadence shook her head quickly. "He was never mine. He is a GREAT guy. I liked him, but I think I figured out nearly immediately I couldn't be with him. I wanted it to work because he is nice, and sweet but.... When I look at him I see Devil. I see the life I told myself I would never have because I didn't want it. I don't want to be Grace. I don't want my child growing up in this world. Where everyday you wake up to find out another friend was killed or abducted. If your okay with living in this world, by all means go for it. I want out. I actually have to tell Jasper that." She paused and looked hurt. "I will not live my life in fear. I will not endanger my child. You aren't losing me because of a dumb guy. Trust me. I am going to be leaving. Don't tell anyone. I have to make some moves and...I don't want anyone finding me. Jasper wanted to be a member. He worked hard to get in. He can have that, I would never ask him to choose. Especially since we're not together. He can't expect me to be a s**t Mother either because he wants to be a rebel." She paused as she tried to gather the pieces of her broken heart. She wanted a family, to live as a family. She had never had a real one growing up. She was rejected from every single one she had ever been apart of. This was by far the most painful experience for her. To finally have a chance at a family and have to be the one who killed that dream. "Love or not...I have to put my baby first. Just...don't tell anyone. At least give me a head start." Once back in the car, Cadence settled in the backseat. She stroked the sleeping baby's cheek. She was so beautiful and innocent. Defenseless, how could Orion had brought her into this world knowing the threat his lifestyle posed to this baby? She shook her head. Baffled by the idea of him being so thoughtless and cruel. Once back at Lyn's place Cadence carefully removed her niece from the carrier. She took off her jacket and set her on the couch. A pillow beside her to form a barrier. "Thanks for letting us hide here until things die down..." ~Candie~ But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
~Eminem
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 7:03 am
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion was at the hospital waiting for Grace to come out of surgery. Normally Orion would have been leading the hunt for the other MC. Unfortunately this was an extremely prrsonal matter. His family was in the crosshair of these particularly ruthless and relentless hunters. He was use to other predators trying to make them prey, but never had they succeeded. He and his men were wolves let loose in a sheep pen. The others could disguise themselves as wolves but they would always be sheep in wolves clothing. His MC woud always hunt them down and shred them to bits. He stepped out of the building after an hour. His anger a gentle simmer, since he had to compose himself at the hospital. He couldn't let his demons out to play just yet. He grabbed his phone and made a call. "What is the word Ryder?" Asked Black calmly. "Heads. No one rests. I want them. You are all free to play with them anyway you want before. Heads are proof. The rest...exterimate. The infestation needs to be under control by sun up. Call for our Brothers from nearby." "Understood Brother." Orion hung up and lit up a cig. Black never asked questions. He just got things done. He returned to the hospital to wait for Grace. Finally she was out of surgery. He steeled himself for what he woud see and have to endure. She would be upset, in pain ad may blame him. As she should. The fault lay entirely at his and Dereck's feet. He followed Dereck in. He still had a few choice words for the other President. Now was not the time or place though. He had just entered the room and greeted Grace when his phone went off. He looked at the name and excused himself. He went out into the hallway and answered the call. "Come around the back." Black said and hung up. It had only been a few hours since his war order. Orion calmly walked out as if he were simply going out to have a cigarette. In fact once outside he lit one up and strolled along puffing away. "Got a light?" Black called to Orion and he walked over pulling out his lighter. He lit Black's cig. The two each took a nice hit before Black opened the trunk. His clothing was different then earlier. Similiar but different, something Orion had immediately taken note of. Black leaned in and pulled on thick black rubber gloves. He opened up a bag and Orion peered in. He was pleased to see Law's lifeless head staring back at him. Only one eye remaining in the head. "The other?" "Sneaky rat. We'll catch him." "Keep looking. I want it. Dereck will be out. Then get ride of Mr. Potatohead." "You got it Prez. About the stashes?" "We'll ride out and pass it all off. None of it is to stay in the Creek." He grew silent. "Sun is starting to rise. I said I wanted it rat free by light." "On it." Orion walked off. No one but his inner circle truly knew or understood how twisted he could be. He tossed his butt and went into the hospital. He went straight to the room. "Dereck, Black has something for you. Go check it out. You will like it. A present from the Angels to the Reapers." ~Ryder~ I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch
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