Signed For You

Signed For You J.R DUST Copyright © 2023 by J.R Dust All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Foreword Part I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Epilogue Afterword Acknowledgments Foreword Authors Note & Important Information / Trigger Warnings This book ends on a cliffhanger. The contents are occasionally very dark with triggering situations and scenarios, such as one explicit sexual assault scene, graphic violence, and explicit sexual situations. Please take these trigger warnings seriously. Your mental health is of the utmost importance. Recommended for readers 18 years and older. If you ever need to contact me, please feel free to do so at [email protected] This novel is a work of fiction. The novel and the contents within it are all a figment of the authors imagination, with no intention of any characters or situations relating to real-life people or scenarios. One I need to find out what is going on. He is acting so sketchy and secretive – even more so than usual, but I can’t ask Crow about it at home. There will be no chance of him telling me anything if Dad is around. The rain is a relief. I am a winter lover - rainfall and all. I have only just walked out of my house, and yet I am thoroughly drenched. My favourite hoodie has droplets of rain being thrown its way. Even as a child I loved the rain. Dancing in the rain, making mud pies, and going on hikes, much to my dad’s displeasure. Gray always used to play with me when Dad wouldn’t, even though his friends always told him what a loser he was for hanging out with his little sister instead of them. It is one of the countless things I love about him. I place my earphones in their rightful place, squeezing and moving them slightly to get them to fit just right. Looking down at my phone, I wipe away the droplets of rain that have already started appearing on its surface, click on the Spotify app, and put my running playlist on. I look ahead at the houses beside my own, knowing that everyone that lives inside of them are no longer there apart from a few of the Cobras’ wives. Not as though many of the men have wives around. Those that do are probably cooking their men dinner or cleaning the house in a hurry, running around after their children, or worrying about if their partners will come back tonight or not. It is never simple, never a certainty, always a worry. My father always promises me that he will return, and he hasn’t disappointed me yet, even if he has returned home beaten black and blue on occasion. My dad is passionate about very few things, but keeping a promise is one of them. The others being me and the Cobras. The Dark Cobras. His little, or not so little, part in the circle of men that surround us. He's in charge of them and the Clubhouse that so many of them call home. His best friend is the owner, the true Pres, so while he’s in prison my dad is in charge. He nearly beat someone, or possibly multiple someones, to death. I was so young when it happened, no one ever really told me why he was gone, but I do remember hearing snippets of conversations. He asked my dad to take over his role, which as his best friend my dad gladly did. I turn on my heel to look behind me as I hear Crow pounding down the steps after me. He’s new to the Cobras, and he’s been tasked with keeping watch on me – acting as my bodyguard. My dad worries about me and thinks it will be best to have someone around, which I initially hated the idea of. I know it comes from a good place though, and sadly it often comes with good reason. I know that the dangers often lurk nearer than we would like, especially as a family member to a Dark Cobra. My dad did his best by me though. He taught me to fight young, how to wield a knife and aim a gun. Now, just because he taught me, that does not mean that I am any good. I have admittedly never put my skills, or potentially lack of skills to the test, but I like to think that if I freeze and forget everything else, I could just kick whoever in the crown jewels and run. In my head that would totally work. I’m hoping I don’t have to put it to the test anytime soon though. “You couldn’t have waited for me, Char? I’ve just searched the whole damn house for you!” Crow pants. He’s at the bottom of the steps that lead to our three-bedroom house, leant over catching his breath. He looks as if he’s just run a marathon, not run around a small town house. My eyebrows raise as I smirk at Crow. He’s young, though he doesn’t particularly look it. He’s four years older than me. Just. He had his twenty-second birthday a few weeks ago, and he just loves to remind me how mature that makes him and childish it makes me. Even though I know he’s only joking, it still drives me crazy. He’s been on my watch for about six months, and we’ve gotten to the point where we’re inseparable, not just because he’s there to guard me but because we get on a lot