by Dana Arden
Before I can open my mouth, the door is slammed in my face.
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37 weeks pregnant
After that glorious day in September when I found out the man I loved had left without a word or even anyway to contact him, I packed up and moved to Cumming, Georgia where my mom and dad live. They welcomed me with open arms and here I am now in the middle of the Southern Chaotic’s MC for my baby shower.
Oops…did I forget to mention my Uncle Rudy, my mom’s brother, is the President of a motorcycle club. Yeah, my arrival didn’t bring with it a lot of heartfelt love for Ryker and his family, but I told them that this is the way it was going to be. I am going to raise my babies as if I hadn’t been stabbed in the heart. They are going to be loved regardless of whether they have a father or not and they’ll have plenty of people around to show them the attention they deserve.
I have been surrounded by people since I arrived. I don’t think I have taken a shit without someone outside the door asking if I was alright. It has been a definite test of patience even if I know it is all done out of love. Just like right now I am walking out of the bathroom and almost run into my cousin, Trigger. He has been a godsend, but at the same time I want to kick him in the face. If I am on the move, so is Trigger.
“Angel, you doing okay. Everything come out alright?” Trigger coos. Fucker really wants to be punch in the junk.
“Trigger, I’m fine. Jesus, go find someone else to follow around. I can’t even pee without you standing at the door with a glass to it to hear if I am peeing okay. I mean I can go and get some Depends and you can change me every time I go to the potty.” Trigger scrunches his nose, and then puts his finger to his chin. “Nope, Trigger. It is not happening. Of course, you of all people would think that is a good idea. It was a JOKE!”
“Dani, are you okay?” Now my mother is concerned. Can’t a girl have a minute of quiet?!?
“Yeah, momma. Trigger was just contemplating buying me Depends so he can change them so he doesn’t have to follow me to the bathroom so much,” I say on a sigh.
“Oh that is a fantastic idea!” I turn to look at my mother who is all excited about having her eighteen year old daughter in Depends. Great!
“Ma, it was a joke. Would you two please stopppppp…..” And just like that my water breaks and you would think I’m dying.
I end up being chaperoned to the hospital in the back of an SUV with Trigger and ten motorcycles following behind. Hope people in town aren’t disappointed that the Queen of England hasn’t arrived, but the Princess of the local MC is finally going into labor with her twins.
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6 hours later
“I can’t believe they came out of your twat. That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. Oh my god, Dani! You were wide open I could have stuck my arm up there.” Trigger decided he would be my birthing coach along with my mom, but he didn’t make it too long. He deemed it’d be a good idea to look when the doctor said he could see a head and then preceeded to pass out.
“Shut it, Trigger! You weren’t supposed to look at my goodies. You were supposed to hold my hand, but whatever, it’s over now and I look at these two beauties.”
Tatum Ryker Hale was born at seven pounds two ounces with a head full of brown hair and six minutes later Rory Grace Hale was born at six pounds five ounces with the same head full of brown hair. Thank god they were a couple of weeks early or Trigger would have been able to fit both his arms and possibly a foot up my hoo-hah.
Chapter 1
Present Day (April)
DANI
“Hey Dani, I need a Jack and Coke, two Bud Lights and 3 shots of tequila.” Sadie shouts over the music.
“Gotcha!” I retort without turning around and start making her drinks.
There have been a lot of changes over the last seven plus years. You’re looking at the owner of Dani’s and it is not just a bar, it is a strip club too. What! You didn’t think little old me would have twins with no aspirations. Well, believe it. I wanted just a bar, but when you get to thinking about money I changed my mind with the help of the MC and figured a little skin showing wouldn’t hurt. I keep it as classy as I can.
I am behind the bar most nights, but sometimes you can catch me up on stage twirling around the silver pole. I may have had twins, but I definitely worked hard to get my body back in shape and possibly even better than before. Just think J. Lo bubble butt, yeah that is me with a splash of tattoos and some hidden piercings. My uncle’s club helps when they can with security and bartending when I’m shorthanded.
I place Sadie’s drinks on her tray and give her wink. She is my right hand wo-man. She’s here as much as me. She came to me for a job six years ago in the same predicament I was in myself eight years ago. You can say we are two peas in a pod. She lives with me along with her little girl, Lyla. She has been a cocktail waitress/bartender going on five and half years after she gave birth to Lyla. The Southern Chaotic’s have become her family too.
“Go make that money honey!” She giggles and struts off.
She is my complete opposite in looks. She is about my height at five eight, but she is blonde and blue-eyed while I am a brunette with green eyes.
It is a Monday night, but still busy. If it isn’t packed with locals, the bar is packed with club brothers, old ladies or the lovely clubwhore. I don’t mind the whores as long as the bitches know their place.
Jolene is one of the only whores I can deal with, and I even gave her a job as a stripper and that woman brings in the bacon. Currently, she has her legs wrapped around the pole sliding up and down to “Na Na” by Trey Songz. I guess being acquainted with a dick helps her slide her legs up and down the poles as well as dry humping the fuck out of it.
Once Jolene is done with her set, she goes behind the curtain. Next up is Ginger, she is fairly new and it still shows, but men love the innocent looking ones. Ginger is a petite thing at barely five foot with dark auburn hair. She keeps trying out new songs to mix it up, but I’ve told her to keep to the innocent school girl routine because it fits her. She is currently dancing to “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys, not very stripperish, but whatever works for her.
I am just filling another order for another waitress, Razz when Jolene plops down on the stool in front of me.
“Dani, a bunch of the boys are requesting you get your ass on that stage tonight.”
“Not tonight, Jo. I haven’t been up there in a few months. I might fall flat on my face.” I try to give her the innocent doe-eyed look but that shit doesn’t work with her.
“Bitch you can lie to someone else, but I know your ass is wrapped around that pole at least every other day practicing or whatever the fuck you want to call it.”
“I’ll think about it. The lineup tonight is full anyway and I’m not taking away from my girls pockets. You should know that.”
“Yeah, chica. Your good to us, very good, but those boys are restless and you always give them something new everytime. New music, new moves. The rest don’t do that for them. You can have my next spot at ten and I’ll cover Sadie’s tables so she can take over the bar.”
“Alright, you’re on, but don’t get jealous!” I tell her with a smirk.
She gets off the stool and walks away with an I love you middle finger wave. I love my life. I may have been broken and lost at one point, but I have had so much love placed in my life.
Guess it is time to get my ass ready for the stage since I will be gyrating in about fifteen minutes. I don’t go fully nude but don’t mind showing off the girls.
I walk over to Diablo at the DJ booth and give him my music. He knows the routine by now especially since this is the first time I’ve been on stage in months. Dancing on that stage is a great stress reliever especially since getting a good fuck has been off the table for a few years and the good ole’ vibrator just doesn’t do it everytime.
What to wear?
Other titles by Dana Arden
Southern Chaotic�
�s MC
Minor Glitches (Southern Chaotic’s MC Book 1)
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