Free Leader: Book Three (Princes of Prophecy 3) by L. Ann Marie Page B

know where you are. Homicide isn’t needed for the moron’s vulgar mouth. I dealt with it and someone threw him out so you didn’t kill him today. I hope by tomorrow you’re over it. I see cake so I’m heading that way.” She points to a long table and starts walking. I laugh – and follow her like a puppy.
    She sits with the old ladies and I put her cake in front of her then sit with the Brothers. “She is good for you. I am glad Ramsey was smart enough to leave for the day,” Dakota says and Jessie laughs.
    “Brantley, get it up so we can see it,” Uncle Danny says.
    I just calmed the fuck down. I shake my head and look at Dakota. ‘Are you doing okay?’ I ask in his head.
    He nods. ‘Yes, the pussy does not have anything we can use. He is not MC and was paid over the computer. I gave it to Pres so Geek can find where it is from. I did not want to bother Brantley or Jason. Geek is working today,’ he answers in my head.
    I feel negative and look around. “At the bar Prez,” Dakota says and Uncle Danny looks. At the end of the bar a Brother is shoving a homeless guy toward the door.
    I get up and people move making it easy for me to get to the door fast. Before the Brother can push him again I’m in front of him. “No reason to push him when he’s going peacefully. I would hope that you are never treated so badly when you’re down. We lift people up. We don’t kick them when they’re down.”
    The Brother turns away and I look at the man. “I’m sorry. I’m Little Ben. Did you come in for a reason?” I’m wondering how he got through the gate.
    The man looks down. “Just some water.” He’s telling the truth. Something is wrong with his eyes. I look at him. He’s not that old, maybe fifty or so. It’s hard to tell.
    Dakota takes his arm and sits him at the first table. ‘He is blind Prez,’ he says in my head. “I will get you some water. Prez will make sure no one puts hands on you.”
    “I don’t want to be a bother. Just some water and I’ll be on my way,” the man says.
    I don’t know why I’m surprised, but he’s telling the truth. “What is your name?”
    His head swings toward me, but I know he doesn’t see me. “Trapper.”
    “How did you get in the gate Trapper? I’m happy to give you the water you ask for, I’m just curious.”
    He bobs his head. “I came through the tall grass. I got turned around. Some kids were messing with me and I lost count. The gate was open at the tall grass. I followed the noise to here. I thought I was coming in a bar.”
    Dakota is throwing pictures to me. I see the kids then the back gate. ‘Get Jessie on the gate. We’re on high and the fuckin’ gate is open?’
    Uncle Danny puts the water on the table and sits. “I’m Danny. I’m glad to meet you. I have one eye, but I can’t imagine what no sight is like.”
    Trapper nods to him and Uncle Danny slides the glass directly in front of Trapper. Fuckin’ smart. Trapper runs his hand along the table and lifts the glass up. I see his knuckles are bruised and two have dried blood. “Thank you sirs.”
    Uncle Danny laughs. “We’re bikers. Sir isn’t necessary.”
    Trapper looks scared at that. “I didn’t know. I’ll be on my way.” He pushes his chair back.
    “We aren’t Outlaws Trapper, relax and finish your water.” He sits straighter, but scoots his chair forward again and reaches for his glass. I’m amazed he can remember exactly where he left it. “The Brother that got you the water, Dakota, he helps through the church down town. Do you need a ride back there?” I ask, not really wanting him to leave, but I don’t know why.
    His head turns, but not so his face is looking directly at me. “Dakota Lightfoot? He does help at the church. He’s a biker too?”
    Uncle Danny laughs. “He is. He’s a high ranking Officer of the Princes. They are the bikers that got rid of the drugs and gangs in town.”
    “Not all of them. The kids are getting mean like the old