by Marie Dixon
A bouncer greeted me at the door and I told him my name and that I was there to see Remy for a job. Once inside a guy with a motorcycle vest on who looked to barely be of age to drink escorted me to the bar where Remy was. The guy's vest said 'Bruiser' which I guessed was his nickname. I introduced myself before he left me at the bar with Remy.
Remy was probably one of the biggest men I had ever seen. If you could picture the Rock or maybe John Cena that be the closest description I could come to in body mass. He was huge and his arms were covered in tattoos. He was leaning over the bar smiling and whispering in chicks ear. She was giggling at whatever he had shared lost in their own little world.
“Hi Remy, I'm Brandy. I know I'm early but Jesse told me to find you once I arrived.” I tried to sound like I was born and raised in this setting and I was hoping my voice hadn't betrayed me. The beefed up Remy and girl exchanged glances with their eyebrows raised. “Jesse huh? Alrighty then, Mrs. Brandy. This should be interesting.”
With very few words he stuck his hand out and introduced himself as Remy. We sorted out the casualties and he handed me a bag from under the counter and told me to go change.
I adjusted myself at least six times in the mirror trying to get this 'outfit' right. It wasn't Halloween but I sure felt like a hooker dressed up and ready to get some candy in this tiny thing. I refused to let it stop me though from passing the test that Casanova had been so sure I would fail. Truth be told I had worn much sluttier than this at previous bars but we wont go there.
The shorts weren't too bad, they were cut off daisy dukes that were a perfect fit. The top though was a different story. It was a back bandanna top that showed off plenty of cleavage, back, and my side tattoos that normally I wouldn't have on display. My brother Joey and I had gone together a year ago to get pieces in the same place. It was a special piece for me that I would cherish forever because of its connection to Joey.
I use to be mostly a good girl but my oldest brother and I both had our love for ink. My mom's only request was that I kept them where they could be hidden for professional reasons. After my family died I had gone back and gotten three roses on my shoulder in remembrance of them. It also was normally covered up but in this bandanna top it was on display for all to see. Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed I just hadn't shared it much with the world since I got it a couple months back.
After finally getting as put together as I thought I could, I looked over myself one last time in the mirror. I was pleased and felt giddy at what I saw in my reflection. Even if I wasn't some hardcore chick that feared no one, you wouldn't have guessed it by looking in my reflection. My winged eye liner was on point tonight and I wore my hair in lose curls cascading down my back.
To seal the deal I wore some red lip stain on my lips. I always had juicy lips as my mom used to call them and with some lipstick or stain on them I had a pout that no one could turn down. I was pretty sure my hair would be in a bun on my head before the night was over but I wanted to look good as long as I could.
The little outfit did nothing but compliment my figure as it highlighted by best physical features. I was much more toned now than I use to be because for a while I stopped eating much in my depressed state. Not that I was happy how it happened. That was the only positive thing that came out of the disaster my life had become. At least I looked good in slutty clothes. Yay me and my disaster of a life.
To finish the look I wore cowgirl boots that I knew would have my legs screaming before the night was over but dang if they didn't make my legs look amazing. Didn't think the comfort thing through but not much I could do about it now. I left the bathroom and headed for the bar. Head held high, here goes nothing.
Steel
After showering and getting dressed at the clubhouse a group of the guys and I decided to go to the bar to check things out. Not going to lie, I had other motives every since I had talked to Brandy earlier. I knew she wouldn't last in my world a day or even bar tending at the Outlaw bar but for some reason I wanted to see her and I knew that may be my perfect opportunity to do so. I could look at her and tell she was sweet and sheltered. Why couldn't I be one of the good guys and just leave her alone. Jut not in my nature.
I should leave her alone, I really should. But I felt up for a bit of a chase. Normally I don't have to even look for a chick to get off with but I was getting bored and wanted some new entertainment. Brandy was the perfect mouse to play with for now. Not to mention she was too hot for her own good. I would have to apologize to Nan later but for now my eyes were on the little vixen.
It was ten when me and around twelve other Outlaws pulled into the bar. The place was hoping as it always was on Friday night. When I opened the place I had in mind for a bar and grill type setup but I also needed something that would bring in more revenue so we added the back area of the Bar that included a small dance area with a DJ booth as well as a small stage for private events and dancers. It wasn't your typical club but it worked and brought in a ton of revenue for the club and in return the community.
Walking in I told the others to get a table in the back section and I would be right behind them. I was out to find my newest addition if she was still there. Hard to miss Remy at the bar as he was our muscle for the place. He was a good manager and kept the place clean with most the trouble out. We had become like family over the last few years and he was someone I knew I could depend on if I needed anything. I had hoped he would join the club but he was more of a lone rider and I understood that all too well.
“Remy hows it going man?” He shook my hand. “Boss its going, been busy as hell tonight. Business is good. Good thing you sent me that little spit fire Brandy tonight because I needed all the help I could get.” I was a little shocked to hear she had not only stuck around but was making Remy happy.
“She's still here?” I asked him as I glanced over the crowd looking for her. I could hear the shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Yeah boss, taking a break now and should be back any second. I will send her over with some pitchers when she gets back. Oh and boss, I think she is going to give us a run for our money.” I laughed in his direction. “They usually do Remy, and I'm never disappointed.” I walked away to join the guys.
Within minutes I saw her walking our way with tray of beer and glasses. Jesus was that really her? Holy Hell was she hot! Not only did the outfit I picked out for her look amazing on her, but she was smiling big as if it were Christmas morning. That was when I realized I had a problem on my hands.
Gunner snapped me out of my thoughts, “I'll be damn who is the new girl Steel? You been holding the hell out on us!” Before I could respond to him she sat down the tray and started pouring beers. Every eye at the table was on her and her smoking hot body. As if she could have gotten any hotter she had tattoos strategically placed on her tan skin that I knew would tourment me until I could kiss each of them. What. The. Hell.
“Welcome boys, I hope you enjoy your beer and if there is anything else you need please let me know.” The voice of a fallen angel. That's what it was. Gunner spoke up again this time pushing my buttons. “Oh darling there are all kinds of things I need from your sexy little ass. What time you get off tonight? Want to take a ride on my bike?”
Before I even realized what I had said my brain spit the words out, “Gunner, she is off limits. The only bike she will be riding is mine.” Everyone at the table stared at me like I had grown a third head. Apparently she was feeling just as awkward because she smiled and walked away with the tray. I couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked back to the bar. Who the hell was this woman and where had she come from?
No one said a word about my proclamation and we continued on talking about business. My mind wasn't with the guys though, as much as I wanted it to be all I could think about was her. I caught myself watching her the whole time she worked. How she would smile at customers and how she walked like she had been doing this her whole life.
I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and rea
lized it was my brother Tank. “Steel, I see you have a bit of a new obsession with this new chick. What do you know about her though? You know I worry about the safety of the club and when new bitches especially as perfect as that one show up I start to think that there is more to the picture. You sure she aint a cop? Would be a good idea to do some background info on her.” I nodded my head at him and told him the little bit of information I knew about her and he agreed to have Tech look into and see if she had any affiliations with other clubs that we should be worried about. Tech obviously got his name for being our network guru and could pull dirty on anyone. He had saved our asses many times.
Moments like these help me to appreciate Tank that much more because he always had my back and I knew that he would look for the best interest of me and his club even if that meant cock blocking the president. It left me wondering though, what kind of secrets does little Brandy have? One thing was for sure, she sure had my attention.
Brandy
Two hundred dollars... I made two hundred dollars in tips my first night at the bar! I felt like doing cartwheels and screaming at the top of my lungs. I hadn't even worked a full shift and yet had made that much in tips alone. I rode home with the windows down in my three year old mustang and sang at the top of my lungs the whole way there.
Not only had I made good money, I also enjoyed the company of some of the other waitresses. I met a girl named Sally and another girl named Scarlet. Both of them were feisty and fun. Scarlet wasn't as talkative as Sally and to be honest she kind of intimidated me a little. But I enjoyed their company and even discussed a possible girls night.
I felt free and like for once in the last six months I was finally feeling myself again. Even though Steel made me feel extremely uncomfortable in more ways than one I needed to thank him for this opportunity. I would make a point to thank him tomorrow.
I pulled into Nancy's drive and headed for my apartment when my cell rang. Of course it would be in the bottom of my purse. Trying to get in the door I dug out my phone and didnt even have a chance to get see who it was before answering.
“Hello?” I said all too giddy in the phone. There was silence on the other end of the phone but I could hear someone breathing. For some unknown reason fear gripped me and I felt my anxiety rising up like a blanket covering my body. I knew it was him. I knew it was my attacker.
I gripped the phone and felt felt as though I was going to pass out. The bile rose in the back of my throat and I swallowed to keep myself from getting sick. Confirming my worst nightmare his voice broke the silence. “Little bird, I'm coming for you.” Those simple words flooded over me like a tidal wave. I ended the call and threw the phone. Crying uncontrollably I sank to the floor at the front door and wrapped my arms around my knees rocking back and forth. How could life be so very cruel?
Unknown
I tried to keep away, because I was reminded over and over again what the consequences of getting involved with her would be. But she was perfect and she was made for me. She was not only beautiful but she was mine. The first time I took her was beyond my wildest dreams. I had watched the video on my phone more times than one could count. Each time I watched it, I only wanted more of her.
I remembered that day like it was yesterday. Walking in the front door of her pathetic family home. Staring her up and down taking in the little skirt and tank top she had been wearing. I was going to enjoy every second of punishing little Tony by sinking deep into his hot sister even if that wasn't the original plan. As if any of my guys would deny me what I wanted. They all knew better. She was mine. Nothing like the smell of blood and fear in the air to turn a guy like me on. She thought her screams would make me stop, but they lit a fire inside of me making me want her even more. A want that now tormented me leaving me with no hope for living without her.
Her full lips begging me for her life. I've never wanted a woman more than I didn't in that moment. Since that night no woman has been able to satisfy my darkest hunger.
Originally had planned to kill all of the little scum bag Tony's family but couldn't find it in me to finish his sister. All I wanted was to pound my dick deep inside of her and hear her screams as my demons fell in love with her and became just as obsessed with her as I had become.
I had watched her for a while from a distance and even approached her one night but she didn't give me a chance to show her how perfect we would be together. That was a big mistake on her part. Things could have been different.
My infatuation with the woman had almost driven me crazy and the last few months of not being able to contact her only had sent me over the edge. I had waited too long for that dipshit Tony to screw up again just so I could have a reason to reach out to her. He was worthless before but now even more so. The only reason he even attempted to do what the club had asked was because of her safety. He would never be able to keep her safe from me though.
She feared me, but all good women feared their men if they were smart. I wish our situation had been different because I knew now that me having her would not be ethical. Hearing her though on the phone all happy answering my call was enough to get my juices flowing and then when I felt her fear through the phone it only intensified. I knew I had to find her and that she would be mine even if it was against her will. I will kill anyone who gets in the way of what I want.
I looked in the mirror at the new tattoo and couldn't wait to see the look in her eyes when I was inside her and she saw it in her reflection. It was perfect mural of her screaming naked. I captured a screenshot of my favorite part of the video and had it placed on my left peck above my heart. It stirred something dark inside of me every time I looked at it. The need to cause her pain was clouding my brain. Soon Brandy, very soon.
Brandy
The next morning I had made my mind up to call the cops and tell them everything that had happen. My phone never rang again after my attacker called but it didn't have to. He knew exactly what he was doing and he had accomplished putting the fear back inside of my life. I knew that it was a threat and I had to take action.
I battled with even calling the cops at all because they had never made any progress at all in the case and even though they had promised to protect me here I was again unprotected. Just my luck they would causes more attention to me and lead him straight to me. No maybe the cops weren't the answer.
Not only that, I finally had started over somewhere new where no one knew about what had happened to me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to reopen the wounds and all the pain. I also didn't want to have the new town I wanted to call home look at me like I had a contagious disease. I just didn't know where to go or who to turn to. I needed to talk to Nancy and finish telling her what happen that awful night. She was a smart woman and I knew she would help me make the right call. But then again would she still want me around if she knew the truth about me and what kind of baggage I was toting around?
Steel
It had been a busy morning at the clubhouse and Church was nothing shy of eventful. We had voted on patching three prospects over to be full club members as well as gone over some threats with an outside club's drug dealings that were infiltrating a sister charter of ours in Georgia. Everything had gone over smooth on the outside but I couldn't help my brain from thinking about Brandy and how good she had looked last night. I needed to see her and talk to her. Jesus what was wrong with me.
Tech had been working on her background information for me and when church cleared out him and Tank sat behind. Tank spoke first, “Boss, found out some things you should probably know.” It didn't seem like good news by the look on both of their faces. Great, I was going to have to get rid of her I could tell by the way they exchanged looks.
“What did you find out?” I all but sighed. Tech was the one to speak up then, “Brandy is associated with the Red Vipers. More like guilty by association as he brother is working for them. I cant say she is also working for them but I can say that something is way off. She has no other immediate family l
iving except for her brother. That's not even the best part though. Check out this police report from just six months ago.”
I could feel my blood boiling as I skimmed over the report. I read that her family had been murdered and she and her brother were the only ones that lived through the attack. Was suggested to be over a large drug deal but the police had been stopped dead in their tracks with no more clues or evidence. The part that grabbed my attention the most was that she had also been attacked but some reason was spared. I didn't know what to think of this new information. Was she an informant for them? Is that why they let her live? Was she trying to get information on our club and thats why she was here? I had plenty of questions rolling through my mind but I knew that the only solution was to pay Mrs. Brandy a little visit and make her talk.
“Get the guys ready, we need to pay a little visit to my hometown.” They left to get the others and I found myself lost in my thoughts. How did a girl like Brandy get mixed up with a ruthless group of men like the Red Vipers?
They were well known for their hands in the experimental drug trade business and were even more so known for their gruesome approach on handling bad business deals. Our club hated them and everything they stood for. We didn't beat and rape women nor did we sell drugs to kids unlike their club.
The Red Vipers had no law, not even their own. Anything goes with them and they do whatever they feel like. The thought of Brandy being involved with them didn't just piss me off, it hurt me. She had so much potential and yet here she was messing with the scum of the earth.
