Todos los capítulos de Tennessee Breeds: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

They called him Breed but it was a sign of respect, not disrespect. The name his mama gave him when he was born was Jericho Moon and he was the leader of The Tennessee Breeds MC. They were a group of misfits who had come together to form a family of sorts. They lived on the top of Tarron’s Ridge for a reason.Tarron’s Ridge was in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, somewhat near the town of Chattooga, Tennessee. Tarron’s Ridge also overlooked the Tennessee River and the place where Jericho grew up. He’d grown up as part of a small tribe of Cherokee living in the mountains and while his mother was a full blooded Cherokee, Jericho wasn’t. But he was so much more than just his father’s bastard son. People looked up to him as the President of the MC, not out of fear but out of respect. He protected his people and everyone else that lived on Tarron’s Ridge.Breed was a big man, he stood six foot four in his stocking feet. His boots gave him another inch or so and he was close to

Several of the brothers were sitting there playing cards and they jumped when he barged in.Breed spotted Cowboy sitting alone, drinking coffee and he bellowed at him, “Cowboy, I need you in your office, like now.”Cowboy got up and followed him down the hall.When Breed pushed the door open and went over to the bed with the woman still in his arms, he laid her carefully one the bed.Cowboy nudged him out of the way and assessed the damage. “Hell Breed, what happened to her?”“I think she escaped something bad and been on the fucking river for days without food or drinking water. I found her in the underbrush in a small dingy.” Shaking his head he said, “I don’t know if it was her idea or if someone else just pushed her out there, hoping to kill her. Either way, it wasn’t a good decision for her.”“Ok, let me see what we got here then,” Cowboy mumbled as he grabbed his scissors to cut her clothing away.“Can’t you just undress her?” Breed asked. “She might want her own clothes to wear

“And who’s this idiot Joey?” Breed wanted to know.Kizzy sighed hard. “My grandfather had two children of his own. His son David was my father and his daughter Joy was Joey’s mom. Joey’s last name is Bassette. My parents were killed when I was fourteen in a car accident. Joy wouldn’t take me in as she could barely be a mother to Joey and Grandfather took me into his home but it wasn’t by choice. The state told him he could afford to pay for my care and it didn’t matter if he did not want me. He didn’t want to be bothered or pay for my way. His colleagues also told him it would show the world what a good guy he was if he did it. My grandfather was all for looking good but no one knows what went on behind closed doors.” She shivered.“What happened?” Breed was interested now.“I would rather not say and leave it at that.” She glared at him. “One thing I will say is Joey didn’t like the fact I was closer to grandfather than he ever got. Only problem with that is I never wanted to be clos