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  Copyright

  Chief

  Rebel Guardians MC Novel

  Copyright © Liberty Parker

  & Darlene Tallman 2018

  Published by Liberty Parker

  & Darlene Tallman

  Cover by: Dark Water Covers

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  Edited by: Joanne Dearman, Kat Beecham, Melanie Gray,

  Jenni Belanger, Shannon McFadden, Beth DiLoreto

  Proofreading by: Vera Quinn

  Formatting by: Liberty Parker

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  All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the authors’ imaginations. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names are used by any real or true person, it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being living or not.

  Note to readers

  Trinity Adams is a child services social worker. As such, we dove head-first into what that would entail, utilizing experiences of others that we know of who live in Texas. However, it’s still a fictionalized story and we may have taken liberties in some areas. This in no way negates the powerful work that CPS workers do across the nation to protect the children who need it the most. Instead, hopefully, it will lead someone to want to become a foster parent and provide a safe, loving environment for a child or children who have that need.

  Acknowledgements

  We want to thank our cover designer, Tracie Douglas, for making our vision into a reality. We love this cover HARD and look forward to working with you on many more in the future! Our beta girls/proofers/editors—we honestly could not do what we do without y’all. No flipping way. You take what we’ve written and help us polish it so others will want to read the book. And your enthusiasm for this series has kept us going.

  For our fans in Liberty’s Luscious Ladies and The Clubhouse, as well as Nicole Lloyd, pimping queen extraordinaire—we appreciate each and every share and recommendation you make to others about this series.

  ~ Liberty & Dar

  Dedication

  This one is no easier than the last one, but we want to dedicate “Chief” to our fans and those in #OurTribe who have believed in this partnership since we first started talking about this series. We’re thrilled that you want more of the RGMC!

  ~ Liberty & Dar

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Notes to Readers

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Book Characters

  Blurb

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Teaser of Smokey & Bandit

  About Authors

  ~Liberty

  ~Darlene

  Other works by Authors

  ~Liberty

  ~Darlene

  Sneak Peek into Riding Resistance

  By Kayce Kyle

  Book Characters

  Rebel Guardians MC

  Braxton *Axe* - President

  Twisted - VP

  Bandit - IT

  Law - Club Attorney

  Chief *Turk* SAA

  Jayden *Hatch* - Enforcer

  Capone - Road Captain

  Smokey - Secretary

  Duke - Patch

  Chef - Patch

  Prospects

  Chet

  Boothe

  Jaxson

  Maxum

  Women

  Caraleigh

  Nan

  Donna Jo *DJ*

  Paisley

  Trinity

  Starla

  Anniston

  Kids

  Luca

  Lily

  Ralynn

  Tig

  Maysen

  Claree

  Shelby

  MC Businesses

  Rebel Guardians Transportation

  Rebel Townhomes

  Blurb

  Turk “Chief” Dennison is the first Native American to hold the position of Chief of Police in the small town of Corinth. He’s a by-the-book kind of man, quiet and a bit taciturn. He’s also a patched member of the Rebel Guardians MC. Single, he vowed off women after his long-time girlfriend broke up with him and basically robbed him blind.

  When he comes face to face with Trinity Adams the day she shows up at the clubhouse, he realizes that perhaps he was premature in his thinking. There’s something intriguing about her and the fact that she works with children means that the likelihood he’ll see her in an official capacity is good. Very good. He finds himself gravitating toward her at the events the RGMC has and while she’s polite, she doesn’t overstep the professional boundaries she’s got in place.

  Trinity Adams grew up in foster care and knew that she wanted to become a social worker and help other children, like she was, get into a better situation. She’s noticed the good-looking officer, but her professional ethics keep her at a distance, which is a shame because she’s a beautiful, caring woman who longs to have someone to love.

  With Trinity making monthly visits to Hatch’s house, she sees Chief frequently and laments the fact that she can’t cross the line. Everything is going well, until she gets the Cunningham case.

  As Chief and Trinity work this heinous neglect case together, their feelings grow. Will she ever let go of her self-made rules and give into what he seems to be offering her? Will the ghosts of his past hold him hostage or will he bury them and make Trinity his?

  Prologue

  Claree

  If I can just make it to my backpack, I can get my phone and call for help. Whimpers escape as I try to drag myself across the living room floor. The pain is so intense that I want to throw up. Glancing to my left, I can see my little sister, Shelby, still crumpled against the wall where he threw her. I can feel the sweat pouring down my face and stop to swipe at it with my left hand because my right isn’t working well. Seeing the blood out of my half-open left eye has me biting back a scream. I mustn’t scare Shelby. Then again, if she was awake, she’d probably be freaked out seeing me. I know I look awful. He had made sure of it.

  As I continue toward my backpack, occasionally stopping to keep from puking, I think about what happened when I got home from school today…

  I had been humming when I walked up to the door, happy because I had gotten a one hundred on my spelling test. Hopefully, I could find some noodles or something so I could feed Shelby. At least I got to eat breakfast and lunch for free at school, but unless Shelby went to daycare, she was stuck with whatever was left. Since she had been sick that morning and he had stayed home with her, I knew she would be hungry. Unlocking the door, I didn’t immediately catch on that something was wrong until I heard Shelby cry out and then he said, “Shut up, you stupid fucking brat! You’re the reason I’m not at work today.” Seeing him standing there holding
my little sister as he shook her like a rag doll, all I could think of was to stop him.

  I yelled out, “Stop!” and ran toward him, swinging my backpack. The sound of it hitting him in the back stunned us both. I knew I was in more trouble than normal when he tossed Shelby to the side like she was a dirty towel and came toward me, his fists clenching. The first punch hurt, but no more or less than the others I had endured since Mom had died. After that, the blows came faster and faster, and once I fell to the floor, he added in kicks to anywhere he could reach. I heard something snap and knew he had probably broken my arm, but with the darkness closing around me, I couldn’t make myself care.

  “Got it,” I say out loud, more to hear myself than anything. I pull the small phone from the side pocket and slip it in my pocket. I have to see if Shelby is okay. Crawling as best as I can, I finally get to her after many stops and starts. “Shelby?” I whisper. Nothing. I can see she’s breathing but know she’s hurt pretty bad. “I’m getting us help, Shell-bell,” I tell her, grabbing the phone out of my pocket.

  “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” a woman’s voice asks me.

  “I... he...we’re hurt,” I stammer out. “Help us, please.”

  “Okay, sweetie, take a deep breath. What’s your name?”

  “Claree...Claree Cunningham. He hurt me and my sister, please, can you help?”

  “Who did, Claree?”

  “My mom’s husband.” No way will I call him my stepfather. He is an evil man.

  “Sweetie, is he still there?”

  “N-no... he left. Shelby won’t wake up.”

  “Is Shelby your sister, Claree?”

  “Y-yes...please hurry, I want to throw up.”

  “Stay on the line with me, okay, sweetie? I’ve got help coming to you now.”

  I listen to her talk to me, answering questions as I hold Shelby’s little hand. “I’m...I’m getting tired,” I say.

  “They’ll be there any minute, sweetie.”

  Chief

  “Chief.”

  “Sir, ah, you may want to come down to this scene. Jesus...fuck...I don’t...we’re not sure how to proceed.”

  As I stand and grab my keys, I ask, “What’s going on?”

  “Me and Morales caught a 911 call that a kid made. And, fucking hell, Chief, it’s a hot fucking mess. I think we need child protective services called in on this one.”

  My focus is on what he’s telling me as I quicken my pace to my squad car and head out to the address he gives me. The fact that they’re both so rattled has my adrenaline ramping up. “Call them in,” I say, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  Trinity

  I was unwinding after a long-ass day of no-shows at court and botched paperwork when my phone rang. Sighing, I put down my e-reader. I’m the case worker on call this week so any after-hours cases needing CPS are routed to me. “Hello, this is Trinity Adams, can I help you?” I listen to the message service tell me about an abuse case and state, “I’ll be there shortly. Who am I meeting?”

  Shit, it must be bad if I’m meeting Captain Dennison at the emergency room. I know there are two children, sisters, whose stepfather brutally beat them. Other than that, I’m going in blind and I say a silent prayer that I get the information needed to help these two little ones.

  Chapter One

  Trinity

  I make it to the hospital and hurriedly park before making my way into the emergency room. At the reception desk, I tell the clerk that I’m there to see Captain Dennison of the Corinth Police Department.

  “I’m right here, you walked right past me.”

  Turning, I see.... Chief? “Um, I thought you were a member of the Rebel Guardians MC?”

  “I am, but I’m also the captain of the police department.” Well, that makes sense, I guess.

  “So, your real name isn’t Chief then,” I state.

  The brief chuckle that erupts from his lips has me transfixed. He’s the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, even though I know men don’t like to be called pretty. Tall, dark hair that’s nearly black and long, although right now he has it confined in a low man-bun. Deep brown eyes and did I mention he’s built? If I wasn’t here in an official capacity, I’d want to climb him like a tree!

  “No, it’s Turk, but my road name is Chief because of my position with the CPD,” he replies. “I take it you’re the case worker on call?”

  “Yeah, it’s my week. What do you have?” I ask, determined to maintain my professionalism.

  He motions me away from the desk and I follow him into a room. Closing the door, I’m suddenly very aware of how masculine he is and I take a deep breath. “We got a call into 911 about two hours ago. When my officers arrived, they found twelve-year old Claree Cunningham and her three-year old sister, Shelby Connell, unconscious on the floor in the apartment. Both had been beaten badly. They’re both currently being treated in the emergency room, but the toddler will be admitted to the pediatric ICU. Claree regained consciousness briefly and was able to advise that her stepfather was shaking Shelby when she came in from school, then he threw her across the room. Claree’s injuries were sustained when she attacked him to protect her sister. She’s got a broken arm, several cracked ribs, and somehow, he managed to injure her leg.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  “That’s not all. The examination revealed old injuries, at least on Claree, ranging from burn marks to scars on her back, likely from a belt. This isn’t the first time he’s hurt them. We need them out of there immediately. Shelby, of course, will be here and we’re posting an officer outside her room. Claree, however, has nowhere else to go.”

  “Where’s their mom?”

  “She apparently died about a year ago. With no other family, the girls stayed with their stepfather. We’re looking for him right now. Do you have somewhere she can go?”

  “She’ll come home with me. I’m an emergency placement home and right now, we have no one who can take her in.”

  “The officers did get her backpack, but I don’t think she’ll be up to school for a few days.”

  “Does she have anything else? What about her sister?”

  “They really had little to nothing. The place was horrific and honestly, they’d both be better off with all new things.”

  “That bad?” I had seen a lot since I’d taken this job on, but it absolutely gutted me whenever a child was in a situation like this. I may have come from foster care, but dammit, I had good foster parents.

  “Probably the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my career.”

  “Damn,” I said, my voice so low I didn’t think he heard me.

  “That wasn’t the word I used. Okay, let me take you to Claree.”

  I reached out and touched his arm lightly. “Thank you, Chief.” He said nothing, but I could feel his dark eyes burning into me. I follow him down the hallway and up the elevator to the third floor. It’s a floor unfortunately I’m very familiar with. As he goes to open the door to the room Claree Cunningham is in, I ask Chief, “Did the doctor say if she’d be needing any special accommodations once she’s released?”

  “She’ll be leaving with crutches, a soft knee brace, bandages that will have to be changed and medication, other than that she should be okay,” he says, opening the door for me to enter. When I walk in I can’t help the gasp that leaves my mouth.

  “Oh dear,” I say and clamp my hand over my mouth. The poor kid is practically head to toe covered with bruises, she’s got a good shiner and she’s writhing with pain, even in her sleep.

  “Sorry, the visual is worse than the description, she’s only allowed so many people around her without completely losing her composure. The doctor had to sedate her in order to give her care. She didn’t want to be treated, she wanted to be with her sister. She’ll be allowed to leave since her injuries look far worse than what they actually are. The doctor did say that he’d be willing to keep her here overnight if we couldn’t find anyone to take her in.”

  “
I need to make a phone call,” I say stepping out of the room and calling my supervisor, Deanna.

  “Hello,” she answers the phone groggily.

  “Deanna, I received an emergency call out this evening. It’s bad, two sisters, one is being released tonight and the other will be in the pediatric ICU for a few days, minimum. I am bringing the oldest girl home with me tonight, I need the paperwork processed in the morning for me to be the foster parent on record for these girls.”

  “Your license is up-to-date and so are your continuing education classes. I believe you’re up on rotation next for placement anyways, so I’ll get everything started and I’ll get with you tomorrow for your signature. Why don’t you go ahead, use your vacation time and help get these girls settled and through whatever medical treatment they’re in need of.”

  “All of it?” I ask her, I have about nine-weeks on the books for vacation saved up.

  “We’ll play it by ear, I think you’ll need all of that time though. Sounds like these girls are going to need at least physical therapy and from the sounds of it, a counselor.”

  “I agree with that sentiment. Alright, let’s play it by ear then,” I reply before hanging up the phone with her. I love Deanna, she’s all about the kids and will step in and take extra caseloads on herself if it means helping her workers or kids under her department be well taken care of.

  Looking at Chief, I say, “She’s asleep now, do you think I should wait and let them keep her overnight?”

  “They’d be able to monitor her pain levels better.”

  “This is true. Okay, I’ll stay so she’s not alone.”