by Eden Rose
Slut rolls her eyes and then glares at me. “Your fuck buddy isn’t here right now. Who’s going to back you up this time?”
She and I are about the same height so when I line our feet up we are eye to eye. “Did you need me to yank your fake ass blonde hair out of your head?”
The three other try to hide a smirk and look away from us. The fake blonde is trying to get them to rally against me. “I don’t give a fuck if you like me or if you don’t. But don’t think you can bash me and expect me to be okay with it.”
One of the redheads smirks and then tosses her hair to the side so she can look at me better. If she wasn’t mean mugging me, I would have told her that her red hair is beautiful. Actually, I would totally dye my hair that color next. I mentally file her hair color away in my head to bring that to Jen.
Jen works better with pictures, so I’m going to have to find a way to be creepy and take a picture of this chick.
“Look, Pink, you’re new here so I’m going to give you a head’s up on how things work,” she says. “Since you’re not claimed, your opinion doesn’t matter. You are beneath us. Understand? Untouchable.”
My head quirks to the side and I look at her overly made up hair and makeup and then it all made sense. “You totally want to fuck Joe!” I blurt out.
The other redhead smiles and I can’t help but look her up and down. She’s actually really pretty and has that innocent schoolgirl look to her. If the tables were turned a different way, I think that she would have been someone that I had something in common with. I don’t know, there’s something about her that makes me think that.
Now I remember where I saw her. She’s the girl that lost her pants that one day when I went to go see Big Sir… Britney or something.
Anyways, sorry for the rant, she nudges the other redhead and nods her head towards me. “Damn, the new girl has you down pack! Kate, you’re not that secretive with your feelings.”
Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I smile to myself and then start to turn around but the Slut stops me. “Oh, and, Pinky. The Bear’s only with you because he thinks he has to save you. He has some stupid fucking hero complex where he thinks he needs to save everyone that he comes across. You’re nothing but a replacement for his true love.”
My back straightens and I look at the ground. What the fuck did she just say to me? A hero complex? Yeah, Joe seems to want to save me but I wouldn’t consider it a hero complex. “What did you just say?”
The Slut walks up to me and gets really close to my face. “Yeah, his baby mama was my sister.”
Joe has a kid? Why didn’t he say anything to me?
I don’t know if it’s warranted, but I feel as if he has betrayed me by not telling me about this. We had sex but we didn’t have a honeymoon. Do I have the right to confront him about this? Is he keeping his kid quiet because he doesn’t want to piss me off or something?
The redhead that I was starting to like steps up to the Slut and puts her hand on her shoulder to pull her back from me. “Look, she doesn’t need to know about Dana and J.J. You’ve made your point and you just stirred up a hornet’s nest by telling her The Bear’s business. He’s going to be fucking pissed off.”
The Slut smiles as if she has something over me, which she does, and then winks at me. “Britney,” she addresses the redhead next to her. “Pinky needs to know that she’s nothing but a replacement and our boys are trying to save her bitch ass because she got in trouble.”
Britney looks away and then back at me as if she’s begging me to say something. I don’t know what else to say to her because she’s got me here. I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about and now I’m beginning to wonder if anything about Joe is true.
“Val, seriously, you’ve got to keep your fucking mouth shut. I’m not going to be able to protect you when The Bear finds out that you are telling this new girl all about this.”
Val shakes her shoulders just a little and then sticks her nose in the air. As she walks past me, I think about how she looks stuck up. Her shoulder plows into mine when she walks past me. It hurt but I didn’t say anything.
Val, or The Slut, looks as if she’s got me all figured out. “See ya, Pinky!” She sings out as she strolls out of the kitchen.
Britney stands next to me and she places her hand on my shoulder. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve got going on with The Bear… Just be careful.”
I feel tears prick my eyeballs and I wince at the thought of showing emotions to any of these people. When I know that I’m alone in the kitchen, I dry my eyes and then walk back to the room to figure out what the fuck is happening.
All of our conversations that we’ve had the past couple of weeks play in my mind. Everything that he has said and everything that I’ve told him replays in my head. I told him all about Big Sir and how I owed him money, how I got into hacking… Everything.
He hasn’t told me shit. Nothing about his life outside the club or inside the club. I know that he’s the club president, but I don’t know anything about him, the man.
My chest hurts a little and I begin to panic over the thought of not seeing Joe again. What if when all of this is done, he’s done with me? Am I just a bed warmer or am I something more to him? My heart tightens a little as the thoughts of not meaning anything to him flood my brain.
After two weeks of knowing him, I’m appalled at myself for feeling so strongly. I can’t believe that I let myself entertain the idea of there being something real with him. I’m nothing but a chew toy.
Fuck. I’m as bad as The Slut. Well, she’s better than me there because she at least knows that is what her place is. I don’t know anything besides the fact that I’ve been hired to hack into his brothers’ computers and phones.
Can we have anything real or am I just another woman that opens my legs to the club president in hopes of something actual happening?
The Bear
Big Sir’s house is at the edge of the city and it takes about thirty minutes to get there. I’m in front of everyone and I stick my hand in the air to show them that we’re turning.
The roar of the Harleys is enough to make my skin goosebump. I love the sound of the powerful engines of the bikes and hearing them power through a quiet city. It’s like we are demanding all of the citizens to pay attention to us.
Without a shadow of a doubt, I know that Big Sir has heard us coming and he’s waiting for us. Before we even pull up to the long driveway of his over extravagant house, I have my hand on my Glock and I’m ready for whatever he’s going to give us.
“Is this it?” Slice asks me while he parks his bike behind mine and Smokey’s.
Of course one of the leading fucking forces of the underground booky industry would own a mansion. Could he be anymore predictable? I swear. These “gangsters” are all the same. Showing off their wealth as if it makes them better than any of us. Gold teeth and velour jumpsuits and all of that stupid shit that just makes them look idiotic.
I shrug my shoulders and point my gun towards the house waiting for Big Sir to come out and ask questions. “Weapons ready, brothers. We go in as one and we come out as one. I want Half Ball out of here within five minutes. We cool?”
Flip and everyone else pull their weapons out and have it aimed at the door just in time for it to open. We peer up at the brick mansion to see Big Sir standing there in one of those stupid fucking jumpsuits.
There’s something about this big ass man who preys on the people that are desperate that makes me want to just kill him. Of course I can’t do that because of the consequences that could take place inside the club. Big Sir has been a driving force for those that need the money. Because of that, he has made several friends outside of his little fucking group.
The Lucifer’s Lair doesn’t have the soldiers to make the fight fair. One of the hardest things about being a president of a 1%’er club, I can’t make hasty decisions. Just because I hate this asshole and want to wipe his organization off the earth, I can’t d
o shit because of the blowback that we would get.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up to the party!” He teases as he cocks his gun towards me. “Come on up, prez. I have something for you to see!” The way he talks makes me think of an entertainer or something. The overly dramatic words that people like to hear to get all fired up.
I nod towards Flip and Slice to follow me. I leave Smokey and Q Ball outside to handle the rest of the guys and in case someone shows up. I don’t want to be blindsided inside here and then end up getting everyone killed.
I swallow the desire to just fucking kill him as I get up to his porch. Even though I just saw him a few hours ago, I swear to you that he looks as if he just added some fake gold teeth.
“Big Sir,” I greet him and he holds out his hand to me to shake. I avoid his hand and then look inside his house through the open door. I don’t see anyone inside but you never know who is going to pop out from behind a door with an AK.
“Look, Big Don!” He calls out to his little fucking friend from earlier. He’s the one that tried fucking with Chantal. “It’s The Bear and all of his cubs!”
This wouldn’t be the first time that someone told me that or suggested that my brothers were my bearcubs. I suppose it’s supposed to be insulting towards me and how I must be a mama bear or whatever.
“Look, mother fucker,” I growl at him. I’m done with the necessary polite bull shit and I’m ready to get my brother back home. “Where’s my guy?” I demand.
That cocky mother fucker and his dumb gold teeth are smiling at me as if I’ve told him a joke. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you’ve pissed off some other people by killing their guys. Or maybe you’ve pissed off someone else when you broke up their deal.”
I’ve had enough of dealing with the bull shit words that he’s saying and I walk past him. The dumb ass didn’t even block the door enough so that we couldn’t get past him. Believe me when I tell you that he’s big enough to block the door.
“Slice!” I call out to my right hand. He’s quick to stand by my side and waits for me to tell him what I want. “I need you to guard my six.”
“You got it, prez,” he confirms and moves to where I told him to go.
I look to the left of me and nod my head for Flip to fall into line as well. None of us have been in Big Sir’s house before so none of us knew where to begin to look. It’s a museum in here with too much expensive shit.
“What are you looking for, brother?” I hear from behind me.
I spin on my feet and look past Slice at Big Sir and Big Don looking at us as if we’re a comedy act. “Where’s my guy?” I question again.
The smile on both of their faces is enough to make me want to kill them right now. I don’t move my hand off of my gun but I’m tempted to aim it at them. My finger flexes over the trigger of the gun and I want to shoot it so fucking bad.
That was when everything changed. “Did you hear that?” I ask Flip and Slice. I nod my head towards a closed door where I heard someone muttering something and then the clattering of a chair.
Big Don tries to block my path so I can’t go through him but I make a fist and punch him in the stomach making him bend over. It’s the right amount of a diversion so we can get to the door.
What happens next is one of those things that happen in a blur. I don’t know the exact moment that I burst through the wood door but I do know that my brother, one of my guys, is tied up to a chair behind said door. I don’t wait another second before I go running towards him expecting my men to have my back.
Half Ball is sitting in a chair and he’s tied up with a red rope on his arms and legs. His face has been beaten just enough that the torture would have affected him but not enough where he couldn’t hear or talk.
I signal for Slice to go over to our brother and help him out of the chair but when he does, Big Sir comes strolling into the room as if he’s got all the time in the day to be here.
“This is one of those circumstances where you want something that I have but I want something that you have,” he says with a sneer.
I already know what he wants but I’m not willing to let him know that he’s this predictable. “What do you want?” I ask him.
“I want your pipeline,” he says without hesitation.
All four of the Lucifer’s Lair brothers shake their heads to say no to the dumbest thing Big Sir had ever said. Then we start laughing. This only angers them even more but I don’t give a shit. There was no way in hell that any of us would give up our pipeline.
Yeah, we are bad boys and all of that because we peddle drugs, guns and ammo throughout the country. But hey, peddling all of this shit is keeping our heads above water and making sure that we’ve got food on the table. All of us have jobs outside of the club but this is what sets us apart from the others.
Plus, in order to atone for our sins, or whatever you religious people call it, we donate to charity.
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me, man,” I blurt out.
Big Don stands by his boss and shakes his head at me as if it’s going to deter me from telling them no. The problem with these people is they forget that I know the rules. I know that I’m supposed to bow down and take it up the ass but I’m not going to. This is my pipeline. This is my project and I worked hard on getting it up and running.
“Not only are you delusional, but you have gone completely fucking insane!” Slice says out loud and stares them down.
When I took over the presidency for Lucifer’s Lair, we were in a bad recession. I saw an opportunity to make us more profitable and bring in more guys to make the club an actual club. Something that people keep forgetting is that drugs bring in money and money brings in pussy. A majority of these guys love to ride but it’s the easy pussy that keeps them in the club.
Big Sir is rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and then he curses under his breath. “Fine, if you won’t give it to me, then I want half of what you bring in and you bring in more of a fuckin’ variety. None of that white people shit drugs that you Boy Scouts sell. I’m talking actual drugs.”
“I get that you’re pissed off about your friend-” I begin but he cuts me off and sticks his hand out in my face. I slap it out of my face and this causes him to growl at me. “Look, mother fucker. You want something that we can give you and I want my brother back. Either you fuckin’ listen to what I have to say or this is over right now. You decide.”
Flip takes this opportunity to walk over to Half Ball and begins to remove the see-through sheet over his head. The insides of my stomach begin to churn when I realize how badly he got beaten up. His eyes are swollen shut and half of his mouth is the size of a soft ball.
Honestly, I tried to keep my cool and not kill Big Sir right now. It’s just very fuckin’ hard. I cock my gun and stick it in his face which causes him to draw his too. My guys immediately cock theirs and we are in an old fashioned stand off.
“I’m taking my brother home. If you want to discuss what happened today in private, you know how to reach me. If there’s any retaliation from you or your fuckin’ followers, I will be back and I won’t be nice this time.”
Slice and Flip both pick up Half Ball by his shoulders and carefully wrap their arm under him to carry him out together.
“The Bear,” Big Sir growls at me as he sticks his gun further in my face. “I will let you know when I’m ready to meet with you to discuss everything. You better tell your little girlfriend that I’m waiting for my fucking money.”
As we were leaving, I knew that this shit wasn’t even close to being finished. Whatever Chantal has gotten herself into, I’m now emerged and so is my club.
Chantal
I’m holding my coffee cup in my hands as I decode all of the files from the government. Without a shadow of a doubt, the one brother of Joe’s that is suspicious is Smokey. According to his governmental files, he was in the Army and specialized in bombs.
After I print the reports and then
put them on the bed, I stretch out my back. I have been hunched over the computer for the past four hours waiting for Joe to come back. The good news is, I have found out a lot of information regarding Smokey’s betrayal.
I take a second to remember what that slut was talking about in the kitchen about her sister and JJ. I’m wondering if I can find something online that has the information. I type Joe’s name in the search bar and wait for it to pop up with leads.
Nothing.
Fuck. I need more information about this baby and his mom. I refuse to go back out there and try to find the whore to ask her questions about this. The last thing that I want is for her to tell people that I’m getting nosey.
Damn it. I need to focus on something else or I’m going to lose my mind. I’m having full out arguments with myself.
Smokey must be working with someone else. I’m almost positive that he didn’t come up with this plan all by himself and then executed it. Takeovers like this require more than one person to do everything.
