Beast
I pull up to the clubhouse just in time to see a couple of the brothers being taken out of the clubhouse in handcuffs. “What the fuck is goin’ on?” I demand, parking my bike and getting off of it to approach the officers with my brothers in handcuffs.
“Police business,” one of them snaps at me which doesn’t ease my anger to them.
Looking at Prince who’s standing off to the side smoking a blunt, I sidled up next to him. “Aren’t you going to do something?” I snap.
“Don’t worry. I know exactly who’s to blame for this bull shit. We’ll be gettin’ our brothers out soon enough,” he responds.
I wish I had his confidence. After the last time the police came here and arrested one of our guys, we lost our president. He’s away for some bull shit drug charges.
“What happened?” I question.
The police are ransacking the clubhouse trying to find anything to arrest more of us. If Prince is this calm, he knew they were coming in the first place. He must have moved all our shit to our secret location to keep the police off our tail.
“You know that asshole, Peter, from The Spiders?” He asks with ease.
“Yeah,” I answer. “He owes us money.”
Prince nods his head. “Yeah, he owes a lot of people money.”
“You mean to tell me he ratted to save his own ass?” I deplore. That goes against everyone’s code of conduct. You do not cooperate with the government.
He puffs on his cigarette while the police bitch inside trying to arrest us for more shit than we have. We’re not stupid and we wouldn’t keep that inside the house for police to find it! No, we keep it in a secret place.
“Yep. That fuckin’ dick ratted and now we’re gonna haunt him down.”
“Any idea where he can be?” I ask him. I’m anything but calm. I hate the police. They do nothing but fuck everything up around here and will mess our lives up.
Bella
Bella;
If you know what’s good for you, you will leave town immediately before they come for you. It’s only a matter of time before they use your flesh as payment. I’m sorry shit had to go like this, but business is business. You can hate me all you want. I’m used to it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Get out of town now.
Dad
Throughout my life, I had gotten good at taking care of myself. My dad wasn’t really the “dad” type and my mom tried the best she could when she could. Which wasn’t very often. I knew from the beginning I was a surprise and/or a mistake, depending on how you look at it.
I excelled in school because I wanted to make something of myself regardless if anyone else cared that I did. I wanted to be something more than just a woman who worked three jobs to barely make enough money to feed her kids. I started getting awards and scholarship offers early on in my high school career. I even had colleges trying to recruit me my sophomore year to take college courses.
Of course, when those offers came around, my father was doing a stint in jail for getting busted with drugs. Or violating his parole. I lost track after his third stint in jail and my mom started to wise up but she still couldn’t afford to send me college.
I got used to people letting me down at a young age. No one kept their promises no matter how sincere they acted or tried to be. Everyone can make big promises until it’s time to deliver those promises. That’s when everyone changes their tune.
The day of my high school graduation, no one was there for me. I didn’t have a big fan fair since my mom had died at that point and my dad was off doing whatever it was that he did.
I got good at protecting myself from others hurting me besides one person I let hurt me the most. There was one person that hurt me more than anything and I still came back to take more.
Even though I have seen the underbelly of the motorcycle club world, I wanted to believe people could change and be good people. Like I said before, I got used to people letting me down.
I’m the only girl I know who has to work to pay for college because their parents didn’t make enough more to put them through school. My dad made enough money to put me through school, he just decided his money would be best spent on him and what he needed.
I had to find another option.
I didn’t want to be a loser like all those other bikers and their ol’ ladies at the club. I saw the way they looked at me with disgust and wonderment about me. I knew I was different than them in so many ways and I tried to not flaunt my differences. That didn’t work. They still hated me no matter what I did or tried to change it.
I’ve always anticipated I would be going to school. Something for science or something. I’ve always been a science geek. You know the one who asks for more homework and others paid to do their homework? That was me. I’ve been so lame the last eighteen years of my life and I wouldn’t know how to have a fun time if someone paid me to do it.
