by Addison Jane
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Connect With Me Online
About The Author – Addison Jane
Shake
The Club Girl Diaries Book Eight
A Brother’s Story
The Brothers by Blood MC
Addison Jane
Copyright 2018 Addison Jane
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.
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This one is dedicated to Chicki.
Thank you for always listening to me rant and rave about plot lines and characters. And for always offering to help with Addi. Couldn’t have done it without you!
First major shout out goes to my adopted family Kay and Kim for understanding when I kept pushing the deadline back for this book. And when I thought I was going to lose my shit and throw it out the window, but not letting me give up. Oh, and for squeezing me in at the last minute. (I promise I’ll sort my shit out. Hahaha—yeah right.)
Huge thanks to my friend, Chicki, for always being a sounding board when I was feeling a little lost. Okay, a lot lost.
Huge love to my baby girl for putting up with us camping out in my office during school holidays because I was constantly at the computer writing. You put up with a lot, kid, and I love you so much for it.
Major love to Ena from Enticing Journey for slotting me in so quickly and helping with the release.
Shout outs to an amazing woman and author, Sonya. You had my back with this one. You’ve been amazing and so encouraging, and I can’t wait to meet you.
And I can’t say thanks enough to my PA, Nicole, for being there when I need her. You’re always so happy and eager to jump in and do whatever you need to help out. I love having you on my team. I’d be lost without you.
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Connect With Me Online
About The Author – Addison Jane
I sat outside the principal’s office, my shoe tapping nervously against the wooden floorboards.
My hand was beginning to go numb because of the ice I had wrapped around it—an attempt to kill the throbbing pain in my knuckles. I don’t know what worried me more, the fact I may have broken my hand on Nick’s stupid face, or that my mom was on her way.
I’d already sent both Uncle Leo and Hadley a text pleading for someone to come and intercept her, knowing at least they’d be willing to hear me out and would take my side in the matter once they heard what the little shithead had done.
My mom, on the other hand, was not going to be so impressed.
“I hope you’re happy,” Nick mumbled from beneath the large cloth ice pack which he had pressed to his nose, his head slightly tilted back. “You’re gonna get expelled you know, and maybe even arrested if my mom has anything to do with it.”
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, for a moment wondering how much it would hurt if I just got up and hit him again. “Maybe she shouldn’t have raised her son as such a pig.”
His eyes widened, and he pulled the ice pack from his face. I bit my lip to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in my belly. There was a trail of blood running down his chin, and his nostril was plugged with a ridiculously large cotton ball. But it was the swelling around his nose that had me trying to curb my giggles. The bridge of his nose was wide and thick and taking up more of his pretty little face than normal. Even his eyes were a bit puffy and red, looking like they would soon start to bruise.
I wanted to pat myself on the back.
I’d finally taken a stand.
I punched Nick in the face.
He deserved it.
And boy did it feel fucking good.
This was my senior year, and I’d spent most of it looking over my shoulder as I walked down the hall or feeling like I wanted to vomit every single morning on the way to school wondering what kind of horrible rumor Nick might have started t
oday.
It might have taken all year, but I’d finally reached a point where I was sick of being that tormented girl, the one who hid her face in a book and hoped that no one would recognize her. I was over being pushed around, picked on, and teased just because people knew I wouldn’t fight back—well, one person in particular.
I wasn’t the same girl I was a few months ago.
The more time I spent with the club, the more I felt like I finally had someone at my back—not someone, a lot of someones, the scariest fucking someones in the state. They made me believe in myself. They reminded me that I deserved to be treated right because of the way they treated their women. They cherished them, they laid down their lives for the women they loved. Even the club girls were treated with respect, were protected, and kept safe.
Yet, here I was, letting some punk who had lied to get into my pants, run his mouth about me, and touch me.
Because why?
Because that’s how I was raised.
I loved my mom. To me, she was a strong and proud woman who had raised two kids all by herself without needing a man to contribute. We’d always had everything we needed, and although times could be hard, and my mom had lost a lot of family and people she loved during her lifetime, she always came through it on the other side with her chin held high.
The problem was that all that loss had an impact on her, and the way she raised us—with fear that we’d be taken away, too. She tried to protect us but, instead, in weird ways that just made us seem strange. Mom wouldn’t let us hang out with kids when she didn’t approve of their parents. She encouraged us always to walk away, and when we were pushed, it wasn’t okay to push back. We were taught to seek out adults when we had problems and never stand and just be strong in ourselves.
It made me scared to make waves, and it made me think that I wasn’t capable of dealing with my problems on my own. And let’s face it, no one wants to be friends with that kid who’s labeled a tattletale always running to an adult or a teacher when we felt like something was wrong. My mom was the definition of a helicopter parent, and I was done having her buzz around my head.
College was fast approaching, and I wouldn’t have my mom or the club there to stand for me or protect me. I would have to stand on my own two feet, and I didn’t even give a shit if I was expelled after this because I’d finally proved to myself that I could.
This time, I’d fought back, and the proof was sitting opposite me in the office holding a rather large ice pack to his nose. He was still groaning in pain every few minutes, even though we’d been there for nearly half an hour, and I’m pretty sure his whole face was probably completely numb by now.
Footsteps hurried down the hallway outside the office, and I looked up hoping that Nick’s family didn’t show up first. If they did, I knew I’d have to listen to his mom yell and scream at me about how I’d scarred her little boy’s perfect face.
“Carly, calm down,” Uncle Leo warned as he and my mom stepped through the door, followed closely by Hadley, who was looking around worriedly as opposed to my mother’s enraged face. They all came to a sudden halt, their eyes landing on me. Uncle Leo placed his hand on my mom’s shoulder when their eyes shifted to my hand. “Calm. Down,” he repeated.
Clearing my throat, I tried to smile and raise my good hand in a wave. “Hey,” I murmured, my mouth totally dry. I swallowed a few times before I was able to form any more words, but by the time my lips and mouth were wet enough to attempt to explain what had gone on, Principal Lacky popped his head out.
“Meyah,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Bring in your family, please.”
I climbed to my feet cringing as the movement caused sharp pains to shoot through my fingers. My mom didn’t even look me in the eye as she stomped on ahead.
Leo, on the other hand, came up beside me and placed his hand on the small of my back. “Looks like we need to work on how to throw a punch without breaking your hand,” he whispered under his breath as we slipped through the doorway to Principal Lacky’s office. Hadley closed it behind us with a soft but deafening click like that of a jail cell.
Here we go.
Leo directed me to the only other free seat, beside my mother, while he stood at my back, his hand on my shoulder. “So let’s hear it, what happened?” Uncle Leo demanded when we were all settled.
Principal Lacky shifted nervously. I could tell he was unsure of Leo’s presence in the room—his club cut worn proudly over a greasy T-shirt and stained jeans. It wasn’t exactly meet with the principal attire. “Meyah broke one of our very strict school rules today. Hurting another student is strictly forbidden. We do not condone fighting of any kind in this school. She punched another student in the face, and it looks as though she may have broken his nose.”
I tried hard not to roll my eyes at his dramatics. Fighting? No. Nick took one hit, and he was on the ground rolling around screaming like a little girl.
Principal Lacky leaned back in his oversized chair. “I’m sure you understand that I’ll have to suspend Meyah for the rest of the week.”
Mom’s shoulders drooped. “I’m sure Meyah has already expressed her regret and apologized. But let me say again, we are so sorr—”
“What did the boy do?” Uncle Leo cut in, earning a dark glare from my mom. He ignored her hard stare and focused his on the principal. “What did he do for Meyah to feel like she needed to defend herself?”
Principal Lacky started to blubber, fighting to find words to explain why I’d felt the need to rearrange needle dick Nick’s face.
“He grabbed my ass and commented to his friends about how he was disappointed he didn’t get to stick his dick in it,” I answered for him, my voice utterly void of emotion given it was already the third time today that Nick had made some kind of sexual innuendo or comment, and I’d had enough at that point, given that it was only 10:00 a.m.
Uncle Leo’s fingers dug into my shoulder a little tighter, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Hadley move her body in front of the doorway so that he couldn’t get out without going through her and her rapidly growing baby bump. Mom gasped, her hand going to her mouth in shock for a very brief second before her anger settled, and she flew from her seat slamming her palms on the desk in front of her.
Principal Lacky jumped almost toppling backward in his stupidly oversized chair. Mom leaned in, the tone and volume of her voice sending a dark chill up my spine. “You better tell me right now that boy has been expelled,” she warned.
I sat a little straighter, my mouth hanging open.
“Because I do not send my daughter to this fucking school so she can be sexually harassed by some little punk ass like him, and then be punished when she defends herself.”
Holy shit.
We all stared at Mom like she’d suddenly grown two heads. My mom was definitely a strong woman, that I didn’t ever doubt, but this was the next level. I could feel the rage burning off her skin.
“Now, now,” Principal Lacky spluttered at Mom’s outburst. His eyes flicked back and forth between my mom, Uncle Leo, and the glass window in his office door where I knew he could see Nick’s parents fussing over their son. Nick came from a well off family, they had money, they donated to the school, and they had rich friends. Basically, they had Principal Lacky by the balls. “Boys will be—”
“I swear to God if you say ‘boys will be boys,’ I will drag you back to the fucking clubhouse and have the boys grab your ass and tell you how much they want to stick their cock in it,” Uncle Leo hissed, standing to his full height. “If you’re telling me it’s normal for teenage boys to say that bullshit, I’m gonna start to wonder what kind of school you’re running here.”
Principal Lacky’s face instantly went beet red, his mouth dropping open at my uncle’s very serious threat. My mom sat back, I could tell by the way her body sank into the seat, a quirk of a smile in the corner of her mouth, that she was glad Uncle Leo was here.
She didn’t care that he was making threa
ts to my high school principal because she knew if it had of been just her and I sitting here, that we would have been brushed off and shut down, and I’d be walking out of here with at least a week under suspension.
When Principal Lacky didn’t reply, Uncle Leo continued, “How about you let Meyah walk out of here without a suspension, and you do whatever the hell you like to that shithead out there, and we call it a fair deal.”
Principal Lacky huffed, his nostrils flaring as if he wanted to argue. Fortunately, he was a smarter man than that. He knew he might control this school, but the Brothers by Blood MC controlled the town, and they weren’t afraid to use their power to make a point or protect their own. “Deal,” he finally growled letting us all know just how unhappy he was with having to hand over his balls, instead of being the tough man who’s more worried about the school and his own wallet, than his female students being harassed by future assholes.
“Good. I’m glad we got that settled,” Leo said while waiting for Mom and me to get out of our seats before he fell into step behind us. The screeching sound of Nick’s mother’s voice greeted me when Hadley pushed the office door open, and I cringed.
“That little witch broke my son’s nose! I’m filing charges,” she spat as I passed by. She shoved her finger in my face, and I tripped backward trying to avoid her long, pointy nail meeting my eye. Thankfully, Uncle Leo caught me. That was when Mom stepped forward and grabbed the woman’s finger, and I realized I wasn’t the only one done with sticking my head in the sand when it came to these big bad bullies.
“Your son grabbed my daughter’s ass,” Mom warned, low and deadly. “You want to talk about filing charges, let’s start with sexual harassment.”
Nick stood to his feet, his eyes wide, and I saw fear in them. Maybe this would be the moment that shocked him into being a normal, kind, and genuine human being. Maybe it was this moment which would change him for good and make him see that being an asshole just wasn’t the way to get to where he wanted in life.
“It’s her word against his,” Nick’s mom argued as she coddled her son against her chest.
“Actually, there was a hallway full of kids,” I interrupted, gathering my feet and stepping forward. “And they might be his friends now, but if it came to a choice between Nick and telling the truth, so they didn’t go to jail… I bet it will soon be like… Nick who?”
