“Go away!” I yell at the door hoping he will realize I’m a girl and not my dad. What the hell did my dad do to these people to make them so pissed off? I feel like everything I’ve ever known is wrong.
The pounding on the door gets louder causing the door to morph from the force. Each pound, the door breaks a little more. I run towards the safe room in the back of the house and dial the code to get in before the door gives way. I need to be hidden in case these people might have something to do with my dad escaping.
“Bri, shut the fuck up for two seconds! I think they are at my house,” I whisper into the phone in hopes whoevertheyare can’t hear me.
I slam the door shut, locking it before turning on all the cameras in the room. Every inch of the house is covered in cameras besides the bathrooms and bedrooms in case something like this happens. My dad always said that this world is full of untrustworthy people and you need to be careful.
I quickly check to make sure all the windows are locked tight and so are all the exits in the room. The room had been designed for something like this a few years ago when my mom died, my dad wanted to make sure we were safe in case the war came to our front door again.
I always hoped it wouldn’t.
“Bella! Bella! What the hell is going on? I’m calling the police!” Briana cries into the phone.
“You can’t call the police! The police won’t do anything but make it worse. I, I, I, I don’t know what to do!” I whine.
“Where are you?”
I look around the safe room in hopes of something to protect myself in case they come barging through my door. “The safe room.”
She snorts. “Safe room? Why the hell would you guys need a safe room? What’s in there? What do you need to be kept safe from?”
“What the hell is going on?” I murmur to myself as I pace the room waiting for the cameras and televisions to be uploaded. I pull out my phone from my bra to see if anyone has messaged me or called me to tell me anything.
Nothing.
I pop a seat on the rolling chair in front of the desk with all the computers and monitors as I feel a BOOM! take place in the house. I scream without even realizing I do it.
“Come on, come on, come on!” I beg the monitors to hurry up. Each second feels like an eternity!
When they finally boot up, I see men walking through my house I shared with my dad and they are knocking everything over. I cry when they smash my mom’s china cabinet full of her fancy plates we use on Easter and the major holidays.
“Bri, I think the guys from my dad’s club is here!” I hiss into the phone.
“Are you going to open the door and welcome them with your mouth?”
“I’m gonna call you back!” I hang up on her, not able to handle her antics today. The girl clearly isn’t the brightest bulb in the tanning bed.
Just when I’m about to buck under the fear, I see something on the vests I didn’t expect to see. A patch! These guys are from a biker club like my dad! However, the patches say something different than my dad’s did or any of the men that came over to hang out. The men look harder, meaner than my dad’s club, too.
Fear is choking me and I cry loudly. This must be what Charger meant when he told me to leave town. He must have known something like this was about to happen and he tried to warn me. I didn’t listen and now I’m probably going to get killed.
It’s when I hear someone shooting at the safe room is when I fully break down in tears. This is it. This is when I die.
And I’m horrified.
Beast
“Tonight,” Prince begins while lighting a cigarette at church, “we’re gonna try to find that fuckwad who ratted.”
All the guys in the room light up a cigarette or a blunt and murmur their agreeance. That asshole who ratted on some of our guys is going to die. He’s going to die so fuckin’ hard for what he did and I’m going to love every minute of it.
“How do we know he didn’t skip town?” Smalls asks with a lazy grin. The guy is anything but small with his height reaching over six feet and tipping the scales at over three hundred pounds, the man is a tank. He looks intimidating but he’s actually pretty caring. He’s the type to give someone the shirt off his back.
I’m the one that speaks up next. Normally, I’m quiet during these church meetings because I don’t have much to say. I’m more of the enforcer type and take action type over talking about my feelings and all that bull shit. “Rumor has it, he’s got a daughter who stays in his house.”
All the brothers chuckle their amusement.
“Remember the rules, brothers,” Prince says, “we don’t hurt women and children unless they cause a threat to us.”
