by Cilla Lee
“Not with fuckin’ Taylor you’re not.”
“She's changed.”
“Rowen, she's a fuckin’ junkie.”
“She likes to have fun.”
“Not with fuckin’ meth, speed, cocaine, crack, ice the bitch is a fuckin’ whore for fuck's sakes.”
“Like you don't fuck the whores at your clubhouse, go home Jaxson.”
“No fuckin’ chance and the bitches at the club aren't fuckin’ crack whores.”
“Look I can look after myself ok, just go home” she rubs at her arms, and I notice the needle mark in her arm. I grab her hard, and she tries to push me off
“What the fuck is this?” I ask her, and she pulls her arm out of my grip.
“It's nothing.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious, your injecting.”
“It's just a bit of fun.”
“FUN... YOU THINK INJECTING POISON INTO YOUR FUCKIN’ VEINS IS FUN” she rolls her eyes at me
“It's just a bit of speed” I laugh hard but not a funny laugh.
“You think that's fun, is that why you’re not in college anymore,” Saint asks her, she looks down at her feet
“It fuckin’ is, isn't it?"
“Look, I'm a big girl, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Like fuck, you can,” I tell her
“What are you gonna do, lock me up” I look at Saint, and he smiles, I pull my phone out and text the new Prospect (fuck I love doing that a lackey at my beck and call)
'need a cage at Pink Slip ASAP.'
'on way.'
I nod to Saint, so he knows that a car is coming to pick up our bratty sister. The car pulls up a couple of minutes later, and Blake gets out, I know him pretty well he's been hanging around the club for a few months and the month that Saint and I where away the club voted him and Tyler in as new Prospects.
“You need a lift man,” he says, and I nod
“Yep” I grab one of Rowen's arms and Saint grabs the other one, she starts yelling and kicking out at us
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES, LET ME GO IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE....LET ME GO” I push her into the back of the van slamming the door shut. I know she can't get out it's the van we use just for this purpose.
“Take her straight to the clubhouse and don't let her out,” I tell him
“Just leave her in there,” he asks.
“Yes, Saint and I will handle her” he nods gets in and drives off.
“Brother what are we gonna do with her” I shake my head.
“I have no fuckin’ clue text Mom that she's with us.”
He pulls out his phone as I walk towards my bike ready to face the anger of my little sister. Pulling into the clubhouse some of the brothers are outside, as I park my bike, I instantly hear the screams and the van being hit from the inside. Saint smiles shaking his head “Damn Sinner she's fuckin’ pissed” I take a step towards the door and hesitate, she's banging on the door making the whole thing rock
“Fifty bucks on the broad” I hear Tiny yell out, I give him the finger making him laugh louder. I think in the mood Rowen's in; she might be able to take me on. I look towards Saint, and he's standing back
“Hello ya gonna help” he takes a deep breath and steps forward, and we both look at each other. I put my hand on the handle and hesitate (it's just fuckin’ Rowen don't be a pussy) I pull the latch, and the door flies open, and Rowen jumps out hitting Saint in the face, and he yells grabbing his cheek, she catches me off guard, and I fall back and she's on top of me swearing at me, every swear word she can think of.
She punches me in the face, and I feel the new tooth I just had done come loose, Saint goes to grab her but she spins just in time and punches him right in the ball-sack, and he drops to the ground cupping his junk moaning in pain. She spins back to me and stands up fast and kicks me in the ribs. The air I had in my lungs explodes out of my mouth, and I'm struggling for a breath “YOU FUCKIN’ PRICKS” she screams at us and starts to walk off; all the guys are pissing themselves laughing, but she gives them the finger. I scramble up and tackle her to the ground; she wriggles trying to get out of my hold. She kicks me in the face scrambling forward, Saint still on the ground holding his balls
“ROWEN, FUCKIN’ STOP” I yell at her.
“JAXSON FUCK OFF” The guys are in stitches watching us, and I scurry forward and grab her leg pulling her to me. We wrestle on the ground, trying to get the best of each other. I finally get her wrists and hold them tight; she tries to headbutt me still swearing.
“FUCKING LET ME GO”
“No chance Rowen” I get to my feet pulling her up and pull her arms back behind her, she still tries to kick me so I hold both of her wrists in one hand and grab her hair hard so I can control her head “ROWEN FUCK SETTLE DOWN” I yell at her
“FUCK OFF JAXSON” I march her through the clubhouse by her hair; she screams at me the whole time. Guys turn to watch the show, but I march her down the hall to my room and push her inside. She lands on the bed hard.
“Fuckin’ settle down Rowen I mean it” she grabs my bedside lamp and throws it at me, I duck just in time she runs at me, and I slap her hard, and she hits the ground (fuck) “Shit Rowen” I lean down to help her, but she turns to me
“Don't fucking touch me” I step back from her to gives us both a bit of space. I'm fuckin’ angry at her at me (shit I just hit her) I step back out of the room and lock my door. I hear her screaming through the door and shit being broken (maybe I should have put her Saint's room). I walk back out to the main room and sit at the bar next to Saint; he has a bag of ice on his crotch, and I smile
“She, get ya good this time.”
“I think my balls are in my stomach,” he says, and I laugh.
“Yeah she got me a good few ones” I open my mouth feeling my new tooth (well at least it's still there)
“What the fuck are we gonna do with her?” Saint asks
“Saint she's on drugs, she's not fuckin’ going anywhere until she's off of that shit and clean” he nods his head in agreement.
****
Tink
Waking the next morning my arm was killing me, pain radiating through my shoulder. I groan holding it close to my body my hip isn't as bad, but it still aches a little. After I seen Jaxson last night with the woman I felt a little piece of my soul die (why can't he pick me), he picks every other blonde out there but me. I lay there just staring at the ceiling; it's become a habit lately just lying there staring at the bloody ceiling. I look at my closet door and stare at my brides’ maid dress; it's an A-Line Princess scoop neck floor length Chiffon dress in a Blushing Pink color. I wasn't sure that I was going to like it, but when I tried it on, it looked amazing it suited my creamy white complexion and blonde hair perfectly. We had to have it altered because of my height even with heels on in dragged along the ground, but the rest of the fit was perfect. It matched Lilly's flower colors of cream and pink carnations with crystal beads entwined throughout the flowers. I know not very bikery, but Stryker told Lilly she could do whatever she wanted and she wanted creams and light pinks as her wedding colors.
**
The next few days were a whirlwind the clubhouse was being prepared, and Lilly was there to make sure that absolutely everything was perfect. I really didn't want to go to the clubhouse, so I stayed at home making thank you cards and filling chocolates into organza bags with Stryker and Lilly's name on them and the date of the wedding. It was so repetitive fill the bag tie with ribbon attach the name tag. It took me two days to do everything, but at least I didn't have to be at the clubhouse, well not until tomorrow. With all of the favors done I relaxed watching TV when the doorbell rang “Argh” I get up and open the door without looking through the peephole, Markus was standing at the door. The second I saw him the night he attacked me plays through my brain, my heart rate exploding into a fast pace and my hand's sweat. His bruised-up face and broken arm tell me what Stryker and Colt did
“What the hell do you want?”
I ask him; he shuffles on his feet
“To say sorry,” I frown at him.
“You think that sexually assaulting me and saying sorry is going to make what you did any better.”
“Fuck Tink I lost my temper.”
“YOU LOST YOUR TEMPER” I scream at him, the anger running through my veins is palpable “YOU FUCKING ALMOST RAPED ME.”
“I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry Tink” he begs like a little bitch
“You’re a piece of shit Markus, and I feel sorry for any woman you get with.”
“Look Tink” I shake my head at him looking at him in a new light.
“You’re a weak man, Markus, if forcing a woman is what gets you off” he looks up tears in his eyes
“Tink I'm so sorry.”
“Yeah, you said that why are you here?”
“I just wanted to say that I’ve been so ashamed of myself and when your sister boyfriend showed up I thought I was a dead man; I’m sorry I really am.”
“You’re a piece of shit, and I wish you nothing but bad luck for the rest of your life” I slam the door in his face, the anger I feel the emotions. I scream so loud until I'm out of breath falling to the floor, tears streaming down my face (I can't think of what I ever saw in him). I sit there for so long my foot goes dead, thinking about my life about growing up in the Johnson's household and how evil they were. I think about the mother I never knew, about the time I met Lilly. All of the robberies we've done, and about our life now with Stryker, Tiny and the club. Out of all the things that could have happened in my life, I'm thankful for what I have. My family may be big scary bikers, but to me there home, I grab my bag and head to the clubhouse to help my sister make her dreams come true.
“Tink your here,” Tiny says, and I smile, people everywhere
“Wow the place seems busy” he smiles.
“Lilly is a woman possessed,” he says, and I laugh
“Where is she?”
“Inside”
“You coming in.”
“Fuck no, wherever she is I'm not” I laugh harder.
“Pussy,” I say, and he nods
“When it comes to Bridezilla yeah” I make my way inside and take a big breath (I really do love this place) I see Jordan or Saint sitting at the bar, so I make my way over to him
“Hey,” I say, and he turns to me
“Hey darlin’ long time no see,” he says making me smile
“You look good,” I say pointing to his new Cut, and he stands up and does a little spin for me
“Does it make me look hot” I laugh and slap his arm.
“You always look hot” he looks at me surprised.
“You think I'm hot” I nod (not as hot as Jaxson)
“So, I hear you got your road name” he smiles.
“Yeah”
“You gonna tell me how you got it.”
“Come on; I got it cause I'm a Saint” I roll my eyes
“Really”
“Yes,” he says
“Ok, have you seen Lilly.”
“Yeah, she's in the kitchen, but I would only go in there if you’re not wearing Kevlar” I look at him.
“She can't be that bad.”
“Made Bliss cry” I cringe.
“Shit” he nods
“Yeah”
“Maybe I'll just sit here with you” just than Jaxson walks out and he stops when he sees us, and he looks between his brother and me
“Saint you’re up, Rowen's yours” I feel sick has he just came from fucking her, and now it's Jordan's turn, like tag your it. I stand up at the same time as Jordan.
“See ya later Tink” he winks at me as he goes, leaving me and Jaxson staring at each other
“Well, I better go and see if Lilly needs help.”
“Tink,” he says, and I stop and look at him (god I love his eyes) “How have you been”
“Good, You”
“Better now I've seen you” I frown at him, he's just come from fucking his new girlfriend, and he's flirting with me, I shake my head and walk off
“Oh my god Tink your here,” Lilly says hugging me tightly
“Lilly, I can't breathe.”
“Oh, shit sorry” I smile.
“So, I've come to help” she looks at me and frowns.
“Are you ok” I nod
“Yeah”
“What happened?”
“Nothing Lilly I'm here to help.”
“Tink don't bullshit me what happened” I have no idea how she always knows something is up with me.
“Markus came to the house,” I tell her, and she frowns at me again
“Are you ok?” she says pulling me to her
“I'm fine.”
“Tink,” she says as a few people walk in and out of the kitchen. She grabs my arm carefully and pulls me out of the kitchen through the main room and outside to a corner of the fenced yard so no-one can hear our conversation “What happened?”
“Nothing he came to the door and tried to apologize.”
“He tried to apologize.”
“Yep”
“Why did you answer the door.”
“I didn't know it was him I just opened it.”
“Fucking hell Tink.”
“I know, I know but you know what after he left I felt better you know seeing him brought a sense of release, I've let it go, and I think that now I can move on.”
“Tink it's not that easy.”
“I didn't say it was easy, but I feel better not so angry you know.”
“Who were you angry at.”
“Me, him, the world.”
“Why where you angry at yourself?”
“Because I choose him.”
“Oh Tink,” she says pulling me in for a hug “You should never feel angry at something that was out of your control, it was him. He's the one that tried to force you to do something you didn't want; it was all on him not you do you hear me” I smile nodding
“I know Lilly I've had a hard think about my life and I'm grateful to you Stryker, Tiny the club your what gets me through”
“I'll always be here for you Tink always” tears fall down my face, and she hugs me tighter, and I feel even more at peace.
Chapter Eighteen
Sinner
She's here at the clubhouse, just seeing her made me feel better. This shit with Rowen has really shaken me; I never knew she was so into the drug scene and to find out that Mom and Dad new has only fucked me off even more. Rowen raged for hours breaking and smashing everything in my room, but I didn't give a fuck. She could break whatever the fuck she wanted, she wasn't coming out of that room until she was clean.
As I walk into the kitchen, I make myself something to eat watching Rowen is tiring. I've been sitting outside of my door all night listening to her beg cry and then smash more shit. But about twenty minutes ago the room went silent, and I slowly opened the door to see my hole room destroyed and Rowen fast asleep on the bed.
I'd picked up as much as possible without waking her up and brought in a bucket just encase she needed it. I know that last night she still had the shit in her system but now it's gonna start making its way out and that's when the withdrawal will start. I sat most of the night goggling withdrawal systems, and I know the next few days are gonna be rough on her. Mom kept calling, but I just couldn't answer. I'm pissed at my parents for not telling me and Jordan.
Sitting there last night was so hard to listen to Rowen beg for me to let her out but I love her too much to do that. She may hate me now, but she'll thank me in the long run. As I was sitting in the kitchen Cookie comes in and sits next to me
“How she doin’.”
“She's angry.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“Fuck man I didn't fuckin’ know.”
“Brother, we never really know everything about our families” I look at him agreeing
“Where have you been,” I ask him
“Went up to see Scythe.”
“Oh yeah, h
ow is he”
“Fuckin’ excited to get out soon.”
“I bet, you gonna be there when he gets out.”
“Fuck yes, four-fuckin' years is a long ass time to be locked up.”
