by Mallory Funk
I guess I can only give it time because even I am not foolish enough to not give this a go.
I spend the rest of the night in Trigger’s arms. I can’t exactly explain how right it felt to be there. It was like coming home for the first time.
I worry that these moments aren’t going to last because I have a feeling that Vince isn’t going to let me go so easily.
I can feel it.
Chapter Seven
Sophie
One month later{
This has been one eye opening month. Things with Colton (as he now tells me to call him) have been wonderful. Other than a few kisses here and there, we haven’t engaged in any other sexual activities.
It’s not that I don’t want to or that I don’t want him, but I think he doesn’t want to pressure me. While that’s sweet and everything, I would just like him to get to the point already.
I have never wanted someone so badly in my life, but I don’t know how to begin to seduce someone. I know that I would be the type to trip and fall or get stuck in my skinny jeans trying to take them off and hit myself in the face. I know that is definitely a possibility because I did that exact thing just last night. When I had come downstairs, and my uncle asked what happened, I had to tell him that I punched myself trying to get out of my jeans. To say that he and Aunt Sasha laughed is an understatement. I don’t think that I will live that down any time soon.
I had to then explain the story to Colton later because I ended up with a little mark and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole club knew by now.
I have learned not to be embarrass by everyone now because I have had some moments where I wasn’t at my best.
We still haven’t heard from Vince or my mom, but everyone is still on alert because I think that it’s only a matter of time.
I still stay in everyday and haven’t left my uncle’s house. Colton told me that he was looking for a house since he only had a room at the club and an apartment that was perfect for a bachelor, but he wanted something bigger so that there would be room for me. He also wanted somewhere to take me that wasn’t surrounded by brothers. I completely agree with him because there’s something about the idea of having sex with him for the first time while I’m in my uncle’s house that just doesn’t scream ‘let’s get it on.’
I’m waiting for Krista to come over. We have exchanged texts over the last few weeks when my uncle brought me back a new phone and number.
She is one of the women who I have gotten close to over the weeks. I talk to Stacey quite a bit too. That woman always tries to show me that she has my back and I’m thankful for that because, after another not so subtle attempt from Crash, she was right there. Ever since that day, he hasn’t been on watch for me. I have been thankful for that because he’s not who I’m interested in at all.
Colton needed to get back to work. He said he needed the money so that he can put more down on the house. It was weird not having him around every day. That first week we cuddled a lot and, while I was baking, he would often put his arms around me or kiss my cheek or neck. I loved how affectionate he was with me and how he wasn’t afraid to do it around other people.
Krista said she wanted to talk to me in person because she wasn’t going to take the chance of anyone reading the texts on my or her phone.
She is bringing over food from the diner the MC runs. She said they have the best burgers and onion rings in town. When I asked her what onion rings were, she looked at me in horror. I knew she couldn’t believe it and I was to be prepared for her to bring a lot of choices.
I had to explain to the other women what it was like to eat around my mom, which was pretty much never and only really fish, salad, or grilled chicken. I couldn’t wait to try some food that I was never able to before.
Krista came over with a couple bags in her arms full of food.
My eyes widened when I looked at them. How does she expect us to eat all this food?
She chuckles when she sees my reaction.
I wave to Shield who is on watch. He preferred to stay outside while we had our ‘girl talk.’ He claimed that he didn’t want to hear that kind of shit.
“How much food did you get?” I ask in disbelief when she starts unloading everything on the table.
“Well since you wanted burgers, I bought three kinds because you really need to find out what you like, and you never tried onion rings, so I got those. Then I thought about that for a moment and realized that you’ve probably never tried wedges, curly fries, crinkle cut fries, chilli fries, spicy fries, and cheesy fries, so I had to get an order of each. This is going to be your taste test for burger and side,” she says with a laugh.
I shake my head but can’t really argue with her logic. I’m actually kind of excited to try all of this food.
We both make plates before we start talking.
“So, what can’t you tell me over a text or phone call?” I ask bluntly because I really need to know.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “Wow, cut to the chase right off the bat. You don’t mess around,” she says.
I laugh. “Well no, I have been curious since I first met you about what your story is. I have a feeling it may be about being isolated like me.”
“Well it is, and it isn’t. I’m not from a rich, snooty mom or a controlling abusive ex, but I was definitely isolated. I was sort of kept on a small leash because my dad is super protective. I was well looked after and loved, but not able to experience anything.” She says the last part with a sad look in her eyes.
I can’t help but feel closer to her. She may have had a different upbringing, but she knows what it’s like to watch people live life from the outside looking in.
“Well you can tell me anything. I think we could be good friends.” I say the last part shyly. I am still getting used to the fact that I have friends.
“I think we will be great friends. No one knows this about me because I really like to keep to myself. It just makes it easier not telling anyone. Less questions, but I feel like I can trust you with my secret,” she says, and I nod my head along with her.
“Of course you can trust me,” I state. I’ve never had to keep friends’ secrets before so I’m kind of giddy at the thought.
I give her a couple minutes to gather herself. I knew that she just needed the courage to tell me what it was. If she never told anyone before now, I would have to guess that she was scared of something or someone or worried that everyone would look at her differently.
She blows out a breath. “Okay here it goes. My dad is the president of the Wicked Dragons MC. I took off over a year ago with a note stating that I needed to find myself and will come home when I’m ready. I didn’t want to live in the shadow of being a club president’s daughter anymore. I was only going to be gone for a couple months. I wanted to go out and meet people and possibly date without anyone knowing who I was and where I belonged, and then the longer I was gone the harder it was to go back. I dated a guy for a while but then that got old. I guess that I was used to club life and didn’t realize how boring it would be to not be around the brothers and my family,” she says as the tears start falling and she doesn’t bother trying to hide them.
I get up and pull her into my arms. I let her silently cry for a few minutes. When she stops, she pulls back and wipes her face.
“Thanks, I needed that,” she says.
I shrug. “No problem. I’m not sure what I did but listen.”
“That’s what you did. I just really needed someone to listen. It’s part of the reason that I haven’t started anything with Pyro. I really like him and got to know him a bit when he was shot, but then I thought about all the lies I had to create to get where I am. What if he hates me? I don’t want to risk the heartache because eventually I will have to call and go back home, and I don’t think I could leave him behind. One thing I know about club brothers is that this is their life and if they want you in it for an Old Lady then you’re in it. I can’t ask him to give up his club for me
, but I don’t know if I could give up my club for him. There is my dad and my brothers who would probably have no problems killing Pyro if he laid a hand on me,” she says with a sad laugh.
I shake my head. “It sounds like your dad and brothers really love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I wish I had someone who protected me that way growing up because I haven’t felt what love was like since I was twelve years old. It was lonely. I think that you should call them because they are probably worried sick about you and, worse, they might think something happened to you and your body is laying around in the gutter somewhere. At least call them. I bet you miss them like crazy,” I say, and tears start to fall down her face again.
“Yeah I do. So much. Can you stay here with me? I don’t want to call them alone, I don’t know how they will react,” she says looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I nod my head. “Of course, no need to ask. Did you want to do it now?”
Krista lets out a long breath and then nods her head. “Yeah I think I want to do it now. While I still have the courage,” she says, and I nod my head.
She takes a few minutes before she pulls out her phone and scrolls down to her dad’s name.
She takes another full minute before hitting the call button. She puts it on speaker since her hands are shaky and the tears haven’t stopped flowing. Wow, how long has this woman been waiting to let this all out?
After a couple rings, someone picks up the phone.
“Who the fuck is this and why don’t I recognize this number?” a deep growling voice asks. Wow, he sounds pissed.
“D-ddaddy?” Krista stutters out.
I hear a sharp intake of breath. “Jesus, Krista? Baby girl, is that you?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yeah, daddy it’s me,” she says quietly. She lets out a sniffle.
“Fucking shit. Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought you were dead,” he says in a voice that gets louder with each word.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I can explain. I’m safe I promise,” she says.
“Well I’m glad you’re fucking safe, but you tell me where you are right now. You know how fucking worried I have been? You can tell me when I see you. I’m on the first flight out to wherever the fuck you are. My bike will take too fucking long,” he says, and the place is quiet where he is. I’m guessing that he has everyone’s attention but, being that Krista was missing for over a year, I can see why.
“I’m with a friend, Sophie. She’s an Old Lady to a biker,” she says hesitantly.
I look at her in question. I know I’m with Trigger but I’m still not sure he wants me as his Old Lady yet. I had asked the women what it meant, so I knew what she was talking about.
I decide to ask her later what she meant so that I can focus on her and her dad.
“A biker… Which MC are you hanging around with, young lady?” he asks, his voice calm and controlled.
“Uhh… ummm…” she says looking to me for advice, but I don’t really know since I’m still new to this world and don’t know much about it.
“Krista…” he says in a low voice. Yep, you can tell that’s her dad. He just used his ‘I’m your dad don’t fuck with me’ voice.
“Vicious Snakes MC,” she says quickly.
I hear him blow out a breath. “Fuck. At least they are good fuckers. Tell Derek that I look forward to catching up. Yo Tracker, get me a flight out to the Vicious Snakes MC’s main clubhouse. We have my baby girl to get,” he says before hanging up.
I look at Krista and she stares at the phone like she can’t believe that conversation just happened.
“Well I guess I get to meet your dad,” I say in the most cheerful tone I can manage.
Krista groans and drops her head in her hands.
“This is not going to be good,” she says with a muffled voice.
Chapter Eight
Trigger ‘Colton’
It was first thing in the morning. I was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee when guests pulled up to the front of the house.
I heard from Sophie the previous day when she had lunch with Krista. Apparently there was some stuff that she never told us about herself. She had spent a great deal of the afternoon talking to Prez and the VP, Damien.
Prez just told us that we were having some visitors from Wicked Dragons coming to the clubhouse. They won’t be on their bikes but will be wearing their cuts.
All I did was shrug it off. I knew that they were a close club since Prez was old buddies with their club president. They had both been raised in the same neighborhood but took off in different directions once they got older.
I watched as Prez greeted his old friend and the president of the Wicked Dragons MC.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on yet and became curious when Krista and Sophie came through the door. To my surprise, Sophie came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I brought my arms around her shoulders and breathed in her lavender scent.
I noticed Sasha and Bear watching and nodded at Sophie when she looked that way. They must have told her that this was the only way that she can show that she is claimed to be my Old Lady (to those who are not from here) until she gets a tattoo and vest with my name on it.
“Baby girl, holy fuck,” I hear a voice say, and Krista is automatically wrapped up in the arms of the Wicked Dragons MC. I stand up straighter.
I hear Krista start to cry. I look over at Pyro and he looks like he wants to rip her from their hands.
“That’s her dad. She hasn’t seen him in over a year,” Sophie whispers softy to me.
I nod my head in understanding. Wow, I had no idea that we had another club princess right in front of us. I guess that’s the secret that she had been hiding from everyone.
No one wanted to pry since it seemed like Krista was the quiet type that didn’t want anyone bothering her. She also didn’t have any friends that weren’t the girls, but now we know why. We should have dug deeper because I know that they had been looking for her for quite a while.
The reunion is tearful, and no one would dare judge a father who hadn’t seen his daughter in a long time for crying. I know that they were hoping that she wasn’t caught by a rival club or anything because being the daughter of such an important member puts her at a lot of risk. I remember everything that Ella went through. I’m glad I could be there for her when that went down even though I was a prospect at the time.
This is the first time that Sophie has been to the club since the first night when she had introduced herself.
I let everyone catch up since a bunch of them are old friends. I’m not on duty right now and, since I planned on seeing Sophie today, I’m glad that she’s here.
“Come on, baby, let’s head to my room. I haven’t been alone with you in a while,” I say because it’s true. It feels like there is always someone watching our every move waiting for me to screw up, so I can’t wait until I get the house ready.
I had put a bid on a house that is a two bedroom and nothing special. It seems like a perfect little starter home for us. When I walked in, I could picture us living there for a few years until we decided to start our own family. I would have liked to buy a bigger one, but I don’t want Sophie to be overwhelmed at what I want for our future considering that she has been through so much.
When we are in my room, we lay on the bed on our sides talking to each other. I tell Sophie about the house and grab the card I have for her to purchase things for the home. She seemed hesitant at first, but I told her that since I was planning on making her my Old Lady, I needed her to make the place a home for us. This is where most of our first memories are going to be made. She agreed and I could tell that she was getting excited.
I hated that she was so unsure that I wanted her as an Old Lady. I will make sure that she sees everyday that she’s what I want.
I told her that I would take her to the house later to show her so that she can get an idea for what she wants in the house.<
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I don’t know how long we lay there and talk. I spent most of the time trying to convince myself not to push her too fast.
I don’t know what kind of relationship she had with this other guy, but I am guessing her experiences are limited. He sounds like an asshole to only care about himself and not his woman.
When I finally take her to bed, I am not going to have a bunch of brothers on the other side of the door or down the hall, or risk having her aunt or uncle hearing. I already make a plan in my head to wait until we have the house ready and moved in to make that step with her.
I know that the women have been talking to her and telling her what it’s like being an Old Lady, including getting a tattoo and other expectations. She listened to everything that they have said, and I’ve already told her my intentions so that she isn’t surprised when I want to move her into the house that will become ours.
I give her some heated kisses but make sure not to take it too far. She reluctantly agrees with my decision. I can’t help but feel a bit smug knowing that she wants me just as much.
I hear a knock at the door and get up to unlock it.
“Where’s my niece?” Bear practically grunts at me. I have to give it to him though because he probably thought we were fucking and wouldn’t want to think about his niece in that way.
I move so that he can see her sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed.
“Soph, I’m heading out for the night. You going to come or crash here?” he asks like it pains him to do so.
She looks at me with questions in her eyes. I just shrug. I would love to hold her all night, but I want it to be her decision.
“I would like to stay with Colton. I’ll see you in the morning,” she says and gets up to kiss him on the cheek and whispers something to him.
He nods his head and kisses her on the head and turns to leave.