Chaotic Anger: The Seven MC Book 1

by Breck, A. R.

  “He’s the fucking prospect!” I growl.

  “You’re not getting what I’m saying. You have to fucking teach the kid, Aziel. He doesn’t know why. Just fucking tell him. Then hit him, for all I care. Fucking hell.” The irritation coming from my dad is almost comical. The man is usually calm and collected. My hostility is running him thin.

  “He’s not Charlie.” I sigh, getting to the real reason why I take it out on Bronson. It’s not like the kid does anything wrong, he’s just not the prospect I want to be barking at every day.

  My dad’s face settles. “I know he’s not. But he’s a damn good prospect, and you’ll fuck up a good member if you don’t teach him or get on a mutual ground with him.”

  I nod. “Yeah, whatever. Is that was this is about? You call church to discuss my manners?”

  My dad grinds his jaw in irritation. “No, son. And drop the attitude before I make your face match Bronson’s.”

  I stub my cigarette out in the ashtray and sit back in the chair, folding my arms across my chest.

  “We needed to sit down and talk about the Mexicans.” My dad begins.

  Interest piqued, I sit up and set my arms on the table. “What about them?” Instantly suspicious, worried, and my guard is raised.

  He shakes his head. “Calm down. It’s not what you think. It’s actually been quiet down south. Word is they are still operating, but I haven’t seen or heard anything about their trafficking. Whether they have it under wraps for now or if they moved out of the game—which would seriously fucking surprise me—I don’t know. We’ll keep our eyes and ears open, but if they stay with their drugs and guns, we might be able to keep another war from happening.”

  “But that’s not all.” Pascal says as he sits forward. “A little ripple in the water from Russia makes me think they might be taking it over if the Mexicans decided to fold on the operation.”

  My skins heats, from my neck up to my ears. “Fuck.”

  “What are we going to do?” West asks, eyes wide.

  My dad nods at me. “That’s up to Aziel. This is his battle. He wanted to destroy the Mexicans and their sex trafficking trade. We’ve accomplished that. The question is, how long do you want this to go on for?”

  I sit back, going through the motions of pulling out another cigarette without even thinking about it.

  My mind is racing.

  What the hell should I do?

  I have a few options. I’m just not sure which choice is the best to make.

  I can call it quits. I’ve saved hundreds of girls. We can go fight the battles that we need to fight. Deal with the important shit.

  Or I can continue to destroy the sex trade, ripping it down piece by piece until there is nothing left in its wake.

  “I think we need to wait. See what happens for a while. Do we know for sure that the Russians are part of this now?”

  Pascal nods. “I don’t know how deep it is, but maybe they’re starting small.”

  “I don’t think we should rush into anything. We should see what the Mexican’s next move is going to be, if anything. Maybe this will all blow over. Maybe not. I just don’t want to rush into anything.”

  That, and my gimp fucking leg will get me nowhere anytime soon.

  My dad’s slams his mallet on the table. “It’s settled then. We’ll hold off on making any moves for a while.” He nods as if he agrees with my decision.

  Everyone stands up as if to leave.

  “Wait.” I say. There’s one thing that’s been on my mind that I need to deal with.

  My dad looks over at me. “What is it?”

  “I need some help. We need to get our PI to do a little digging.”

  West frowns. “Digging with what?” He’s grown close to Ivy. Closer than I’d like, but I know he was there for her when I was gone. They are good friends. I can’t fault either of them for that.

  I just don’t like it.

  “I want someone to dig into Ivy’s old friend, Katie.”

  “Why?” West leans over the table a bit, concern and interest in his gaze.

  “She’s mentioned her a bit when we’ve talked. With her parents gone, Katie is really the only person from her past that might still be out there. If we can find her, I think Ivy would like to see her. Maybe we can bring her out here or something for a visit? That is, if she’s still around.”

  My dad nods. “I’ll go call him now.”

  “Thanks.” I nod, relief flowing through me. We all have a shit life, but Ivy’s has been particularly shitty. If she can see her childhood best friend, I know she would be over the fucking moon.

  It’s the least I can do for her for staying with my crazy ass.

  26

  Ivy

  Three Months Later

  Pulling up to the clubhouse, I watch as Bronson smiles at us and presses the button, lifting the gate in front of us.

  “Shit, Vi. I really didn’t need to get all this shit.” I sigh, staring at the bags of clothes sitting at my feet.

  “Are you kidding me? Of course, you did. You haven’t gone shopping since you got here. Your clothes from last fall were all I could grab when I did a quick run to the store after you first got here. It’s summer now, you needed something new.”

  I sigh. “Yeah, but I didn’t need to spend as much as I did.”

  Violet presses on the gas, rolling through the gate and up to the mechanic’s shop.

  “You did. You deserved it. And you look hot. I can’t wait to see the look on Aziel’s face.” Her face turns red as she laughs. “Or maybe I want to be far away. Either one. Happy birthday to you.” She chirps.

  I look down at my outfit, grimacing at what I know is going to be a fight. My short jean shorts and skull sleeveless tank shouldn’t make him angry. But it will. The shorts are shorter than I would usually buy, but Violet said they make my ass look great. And the tank top has slits through the back, from the top of the neck all the way to the bottom, revealing the expanse of my back. Paired with a pair of leather Doc Martens boots Violet said I couldn’t leave without, I look hot, I agree, but Aziel doesn’t like when I look hot for anyone but him.

  Violet ambushed my perfectly relaxing birthday by pounding on my door and basically pulling me out of the house and into her car. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. And even though she agreed to pay for such shopping spree, I wasn’t really in the mood to venture out.

  June eighteenth is the first birthday I’ve had since I’ve been free. I’m finally twenty years old, and all I wanted to do is relax with Lilah and Aziel.

  Not play dress up with Violet.

  Now it’s late, since she took so damn long and got her own hoard of clothes. I’m hungry and irritable and not at all in the mood I wanted to be in on my birthday.

  Violet parks in front of the clubhouse beside the rows of motorcycles.

  “Ugh, if the guys are in there getting rowdy, I think I’ll grab Lilah and head home.” I moan as I open up the door.

  Aziel said he would take Lilah while I went shopping with Violet. He’s been growing closer to Lilah by the day. Now they have a bond, one that I didn’t think they would get with each other. I get a little jealous at times, seeing how well they get along. I feel like I don’t get along that well with either Lilah or Aziel, but somehow, they get along like they’re soul mate besties or something.

  What the fuck.

  “Quit with the bitchy frowny face on your birthday. If you want to go home, let’s go get Lilah and I’ll drive you back. Besides, she’s probably tired of hanging out with Haley and Aziel anyway.”

  I snort at that.

  She opens the door, and I nearly fall on my ass at the sight in front of me.

  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Comes bellowing from the mouths of about fifty people.

  Front and center is Aziel, with Lilah standing on the table in front of her. He’s holding onto her waist, a big smile on his face. His left dimple pops out when he sees me. Lilah’s arms are extended over her head, her li
ttle rainbow dress swishing back and forth with her excitement.

  The Seven are here, along with the regulars. Haley stands behind the bar with a wide smile on her face.

  All my friends are here. My family.

  I turn and look at Violet over my shoulder. “You knew about this?”

  She smiles at me, playful deceit shining back at me. “Of course. But didn’t you have fun shopping with me anyway?” She pops a hand on her waist.

  I shake my head at her. “Bitch.” I laugh.

  She shoves me, and I turn back around and walk towards my daughter who’s dancing on the table.

  “Mommy!”

  “Hi, baby!” I laugh, picking her up and kissing her all over her cheeks. “Wow, you look like you’ve been having fun.”

  “It’s a party!” She laughs. “Dad did it!”

  I look up at Aziel, who stares at me with such heat in his eyes my lower belly starts to heat. I take a step towards him. “You did all this?”

  “Mmm.” He takes his own step towards me and wraps an arm around my back. Then his eyebrows lift as he takes a step back and looks behind me. “What in the fuck are you wearing?” He asks, then grimaces. “Sorry, Li.”

  Her mouth pops into a big circle. “You said a swear.”

  He shakes his head. “Ivy. What is this thing?” He pulls my shoulder, so my back is to his front. “Where’s the rest of the shirt?”

  “This is it.” I laugh.

  “This is definitely not it.” He looks down. “Ivy.” His face grows slightly red.

  I pat his cheek. “It’s fine. I’m practically a nun compared to the Jessie’s around here.”

  “I’d like to keep it that way.” He growls.

  “Don’t worry. No one looks but you. They know better.”

  He looks up, glancing around at everyone. Mostly everyone is already engrossed in their own conversations. “This was Violet’s idea.” He says, not even assuming. He knows her too well. And me.

  I shrug. “I kind of like it. I feel hot.” I taunt, laughing under my breath.

  His face whips to mine. “I’ll like it once I throw it in the fucking garbage when we get home.”

  I gasp. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I would and I’m going to.” His eyebrow cocks at me.

  “Hey birthday girl.” West says from over Aziel’s shoulder. Aziel looks over and frowns at West.

  Aziel has been like that lately. Frowning whenever one of the guys talks to me. West specifically.

  “Hey, thanks.”

  West gives Aziel a look, and Aziel looks over at me. “Go enjoy your party. I’ll find you in a bit.”

  “Where are you going?” I ask, confused.

  “Work shit.” He deflects, and my eyes narrow even further. I take a step towards him. “Work? Right now?”

  He shakes his head. “Lilah, show your mom what you did today, yeah?”

  “Okay!” She wiggles out of my arm and grabs onto my hand. “Come on, Mommy!”

  As I’m getting pulled away, I look back at him. “Nice deflection.”

  “You like that?” He laughs, walking away with West.

  What the hell could he be doing right now? A shiver breaks out on my back, thinking there’s something he’s not telling me. Does it have to do with the Mexicans? I know Santiago’s gone, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have an army of men at his beck and call.

  Nausea swirls in my stomach as Lilah walks me around the clubhouse, telling me how she helped put up the streamers and balloons. How she helped Haley cleanup for the party.

  “Wow. You must have been busy today.”

  “Uh huh!” She bounces back and forth.

  “Looks like you need this.” The sound of glass sliding across wood hits me and I look up, seeing a shot in front of me. Haley looks at me sympathetically. “Take it. You need it, apparently.”

  I take it without another thought. Being in a huge crowd like this is enough to stress me out, but Aziel walking away with West like he was puts a hole in the pit of my stomach.

  “Mommy, can I go on the swing set?” She pulls at my hand.

  “Sure, baby. Go ahead.”

  “Yay!” She runs out without another word.

  “What’s wrong, Ivy?” Haley asks, pinning her hip against the bar top as she gives me a motherly look.

  I sigh, spinning the empty shot class in a circle. “I don’t know. A lot, I guess.”

  She snatches the glass out of my hand and fills it again. I swallow it down, wincing through the burn.

  “Tell me.” She orders, taking the glass away and setting it behind her.

  “Crowds make me nervous.”

  She rolls her eyes. “We don’t even have that many people here. It’s the usual crowd plus a few extra, so nice try. Go again.”

  I sigh. “Aziel went to go deal with work. It makes me nervous, I can’t lie.”

  “That it’s the Mexicans?”

  I nod.

  “Look behind you.”

  I twist around, looking at the crowd behind me.

  “Who do you see?” She asks

  “Well, Pascal and Lynx…”

  “Exactly. If it’s that kind of work shit, those two would be there too. It’s nothing serious, Ivy. You need to relax. It’s your birthday.”

  I nod my head, turning back around and grimace when I start to feel a little heavy from those two shots.

  “I guess I miss my parents, too. Didn’t ever think I’d be twenty years old and an orphan.”

  Haley’s hand reaches out and grips mine. She gives it a squeeze. “I know, honey. You haven’t had the easiest life. None of us really have. But family doesn’t always equal blood, you know that. Just take a look at Lilah and Z.”

  I smile. “I know.”

  “Take a look around you, one more time.”

  I do as I’m told, much slower this time.

  “You see those people?”

  I nod.

  “You’ve got family girl. A lot more than other people have.”

  My chest lightens as I look around. Everyone here cares about me. And I care about all of them. They’re family. I miss my own. But these people, every person in this room, cares enough about me that they consider me family, too.

  I hear the stool to my right scrape against the floor, and I barely spare a glance as two girls sit down. I don’t know who invited Jessie’s to my birthday party, but whatever. Doesn’t really surprise me.

  “Hey.” One of the girls says.

  I look to Haley, wishing she could see my face and pass me another shot. But she’s talking to Pascal at the other end of the bar.

  I slowly turn towards the two girls.

  “Hi.” My voice attempts to come off strong, but I end up sounding childish when I get a good look at them.

  The girl directly to my right has long, dark hair that shines like darkest onyx I’ve ever seen. She’s fucking gorgeous. Tall, thin, and dresses like she belongs on a runway and not in a biker club. She has on ripped jeans, flats, and a crop top. I’m jealous that she can pull this outfit off. I suddenly feel like the inept kid in high school with her shredded shirt and short shorts.

  The girl next to her is petite, like a miniature version of an adult. Her short hair pulled on top of her head in a messy bun. She’s wearing boyfriend jeans and a baggy crop top shirt that says MILF. I would chuckle if I didn’t feel totally uncomfortable right now.

  “I’m Rose.” The dark-haired girl in front of me says. Her metal bracelets clink together as she extends her hand towards me.

  “Um, Ivy.” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. Of course, I didn’t do anything today to dress myself up. My hair is a mass of waves and my face is makeup free.

  Screw you, Violet. Thanks a lot.

  “I’m Cara.” The short girl extends her hand, her voice harsh. She sounds scrappy.

  “Hi.” I say again, unsure of what to say.

  “This party is for you?” Rose says, twirling her hand around.

 
I nod.

  “Happy Birthday.” Cara says. Suddenly, two drinks are placed in front of them without Haley even taking their order.

  My forehead wrinkles in confusion. Who are these girls?

  “How old are you today?” Rose asks. Her voice is melodic. Like a fucking hummingbird.

  Why are these girls so perfect?

  “Oh, I’m twenty.” I try to wave to Haley, but she’s back down talking to Pascal. Damnit!

  “He likes them young, then.” Cara snickers to Rose.

  “Who likes them young?” I ask, confused.

  Rose looks at me, her eyes sharp as a cat. “Aziel. You’re dating him, right?”

  I nod. “Who are you guys?” I stop, swallowing my attitude. “I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen you guys here before.”

  “Our guys are business partners of Aziel’s, I guess you could say.” Rose takes a sip of her drink.

  “We’re from Minnesota.” Cara says, pulling out her phone and shooting off a text.

  Minnesota.

  Close to home.

  “I’m… um, I’m from Ohio.” I say, wondering if either of them has ever been. If we’ve ever crossed paths in my past life.

  Cara pockets her phone, a sympathetic look on her face. “I know.”

  My face scrunches. “You know?”

  Cara hops down from her stool and talks to the guy on the other side of me. He quickly gets off his stool and Cara takes his place. “Sorry. We’re probably coming across super shady. Aziel is good friends with Easton and Jackson. They work together a lot. Aziel told Easton about you. Easton tells Rose, Rose tells me, you get the picture.”

  I nod.

  “I’ve been there. What you went through. I’ve been there. Well, kind of.”

  My eyes grow wide.

  “Really?”

  Cara shrugs. “Kind of. They took me too, you know. But I never made it to Mexico. Jackson got to me before we crossed the border.”

  My heart thumps so heavily I can barely hear her words. I want to weep just thinking about anyone else being in my situation. This girl, Cara, could’ve been one of the girls I walked by every day. She could have been at one of the auctions.

  I remember Violet talking about this story. She told me about Cara. About Aziel’s friend who went through this horrible situation that started the whole feud in the first place. This girl—this beautiful girl in front of me—must have been the beginning of it all.