​Dalton Garrett

History, they say, sometimes repeats itself. I beg tae differ. Sometimes it's something yeh should have learned frem and took as a sign that God, Fate, tha Universe itself did nae want yeh have or be or do....and yeh should have stayed tha hell away. Laurel Maguire was like that fer me. We met young when I transferred me patch from me father's chapter of tha Devil's Pride in Boston down tae Memphis. I'd caught sight of a talented little show girl, a country artist on tha rise and playing tha circuits and I wanted tae be closer tae her and farther away frem me father's shadow so changing chapters sounded like tha ideal thing tae do.

 

It was good fer a while...till I caught me first charge and went tae jail fer almost a year. By time I got out, she'd been claimed by tha new President of tha very chapter I was patched into and that son of a bitch wouldn't release her or me. For 10 long years and another jail sentence, I watched tha woman I loved be someone else's Old Lady. It was just before my big stint in prison, 5 years for tha club thanks tae Johnny's bullshit, that I learned Laurel was pregnant with me bairn. I sent her tae Boston...told her tae flee that psycho Johnny and go tae me parents. I knew they'd keep her safe. I went down fer a fiver and Johnny got picked up nae long after fer some stupid shit he was doing and we both were locked up. Little did I know that tha club blamed Laurel and went hunting her down. They beat her and left her fer dead...she was still carrying me bairn. My son, Dylan,  lived about a week, or so she told me. I never even got tae hold him.

 

Well tha fates have a way of being real assholes though and that prison stint led me tae being released and finding out Laurel had went back to Cedar Hollow, small town hole in tha wall in Georgia where tha Devil's Pride MC had originated from. I followed her there but thought she had a better life without me and thus I went nomad fer almost a year. Johnny got out of prison, killed all tha officers of tha Memphis Chapter, not in revenge fer Laurel as yeh might think but because they were tha only ones that knew tha shady bullshit he'd done and he was trying tae cover his tracks. When word reached me of what happened in Memphis, I knew who it was and knew Laurel's days of being safe were over. BAM! Just like that, I spit in tha eye of God, Fate and tha Universe all at once and Laurel and I were mashed back up together except this time...we had a chance. I patched over into Cedar Hollow and claimed her as mine all in tha same week that I tortured Johnny Rhodes tae death and disposed of his body. That fucker wont ever be found.

 

Fer a while I thought life was as good as it could possibly be. Tha woman that I thought was me soul mate was finally mine and we were settling in nicely tae MC life there in Podunkville, Georgia. We even got pregnant again and I...tha eternal bachelor..finally asked a woman tae marry me when everyone thought I never would. I'm not big on tha government and have very little use fer their rules and regulations and paperwork but...I wanted her tae have tha respect and honor that my family name has had fer generations. There's pride in tha Garrett family name and I thought she deserved it. Another poke tae God, Fate and tha Universe. You'd think I would have learned tha error of me ways by now, but I hadn't.

 

Taking leave of tha MC was a hard thing fer me. I was acting V.P and tha standing S.A.A and we were down a few men due tae transfers, death and stupidity. But Laurel wanted tae get married before tha baby came. She was so worried about something happening tae this one like it happened tae Dylan. We decided tae ride up tae Boston and catch a plane from there tae Dublin. I wanted tae do it up right and get married in me homeland. Nothing blesses a marriage more than tha feel of Irish soil beneath yer feet and tha very breath of Ireland and it's history filling yer lungs as yeh say I Do. We never made it.

 

Some bullshit investigation by tha ATF snagged my ass. A patched brother of mine had been involved in a gun deal that had been staked out by tha ATF down in Georgia. He died but that led tha ATF right back tae sniffing at our front door. When Laurel and I had headed out of town, apparently that raised a few red flags fer tha government lap dogs and they swept in once we hit Boston and picked both Laurel and I up. What a fucking mess!

 

They're saying they know all kinds of shit but I'm nae saying anything. I keep tae me story that we're just coming tae see family before flying tae Ireland tae get married. They're nae getting shit frem me. So they leave me in this holding area fer an hour or three or ten...I lost track sitting there staring at tha same walls fer so long.

 

 

When at long last they came back in, it was tae slap my ass in cuffs and haul me off tae a cell block where they told me they could and would be holding me fer 72 hours. Under what charge?! Nae charge yet but pending investigation on suspicion that I was part of a gun running operation. There were details that dickhead knew that worried me but nothing so solid that I thought it might blow up further. I asked about Laurel and the asshole smiled and told me that she had been REAL cooperative and had been released. They knew where tae find her if they needed further questions answered. I knew their games and just sat back and waited. I had a fool's faith in me old lady. Laurel was made of stronger stuff and would never rat on me or tha club.

 

Of course they came and told me that she'd had issues about having tha baby in jail and hadn't wanted tae lose another baby, this one tae tha foster system. I knew it was tha one damn thing she WAS afraid of and if they touched on it enough tae get her tae sing then

she was as good as dead tae tha club.  I wanted tae fucking kill them. I was worried fer her. Even after this bullshit I was still wanting what I should never have tried fer....I still loved her.

 

After 3 whole days, tha fucking ATF just released me. Just came right in, pretty as yeh fucking please and released me. Me Dad met me outside tha government building, a fact which I was surprised about and he escorted me back tae tha clubhouse with a reserved and troubled expression. I would soon learn why.

 

"You've been labeled a mole with tha MC, Dalton. What tha fuck happened?"

 

A fucking mole? Tha MC killed moles, no questions asked and I could see it in tha faces of tha officers around that table that there were more than a few that swore they were talking tae a dead man already. As me father laid out tha story, I felt my rage build and my whole world came crashing down around me. Fearful of being locked up fer years and her baby being taken frem her and put into foster care, Laurel had indeed spilled just enough beans about tha MC and our antics tae get them tae release her, promising to go back to Cedar Hollow and feed the ATF and any other government agency info in exchange for amnesty.

 

She'd high tailed it out of town, calling Jack the President of tha MC down in Podunkville, Ga and he sent some of his boys up tae escort her back down. Word was, SHE fingered me as tha mole because god knows she couldn't go back and admit SHE had been tha one 

tae crack under pressure nor admit that it was she that was now working against tha MC. She was a fucking double crossing bitch but she wasn't stupid apparently. She just never thought I'd be released from tha ATF with what she told them. Not only was I released but I had my father on me side as well as me brother. Me father worked diligently with every Devil's Pride Chapter he knew tae start working on clearing me name but it's a long road tae go when a fucking bitch ruins yer name.

 

Rafferty went tae tha house I shared with Laurel, back when I was stupid enough tae think anyone ever went against God, Fate and tha Universe and won and he packed up all my stuff including my armory of guns in the basement and brought them tae Boston fer me. Me Dad kept them in storage and me...I shed my Devil's Pride Colors fer good. I took off that kutte and told me old man I'd return when my name had been cleared and when they turned that lying bitch over tae me. I wanted so bad tae drive tae Cedar Hollow and get her myself but I knew that was ground zero and tha original chapter wasn't yet on board with clearing my name.  Now, I ride alone and am headed south.....and west. Anything tae get out of Devil's Pride country. I'll always be a Devil at heart but fer now...that heart is filled with nothing but rage fer a woman I use tae love enough tae think she deserved my last name. Now all she deserves is a bullet tae tha head. Fuck History!