Since everyone has been working non-stop; Dani and I at the shop with Louie always nearby, and everyone else in the club working hard to find Rick, we decided that since today was a Sunday, we all deserved a day to relax and just enjoy each other’s company, so we’re having a BBQ at the clubhouse.
I’ve been there with Toby a few times in the past month, but only for an hour at the most. I’m a little nervous about being there all day, unsure of who will be there, but I feel more comfortable in my relationship with Toby, and the whole club, for that matter. At least the couple of times I’ve been there, Trixie wasn’t around, so maybe she won’t be there today.
After Louie’s apology, he’s been on my ass about getting over that night at the shop and what was said between us. At first, I was determined to keep my distance, but he’s gradually wearing me down. It probably helps that he’s been like my shadow, always with me. He’s become my personal guard when Toby isn’t around. Shit, even when Toby’s with me, Louie’s still nearby. He’s actually a big goofball, and I can see why Dani considers him her best friend.
I still don’t like to be around Blaze, but at least he doesn’t seem as hostile toward me anymore. He hasn’t necessarily apologized, but his actions have shown that he understands this wasn’t my fault. He still doesn’t like the fact that Dani and I hang out or when I’m working at the shop and she’s there, but he doesn’t say anything anymore about me putting her in danger. Maybe he’s just lulled by the fact that there is always at least two brothers with us, guarding us, at all times.
Things with Dani and Blaze seem to be better as well. I think since he hasn’t outright demanded her to stop being around me or isn’t telling her what to do as much, is helping with that though. One thing about Dani, she doesn’t take demands from anyone.
Toby interrupts my thoughts when he comes into the kitchen. “You about ready?” he asks. I’ve been baking up a storm this morning and making some cold salads to bring to the BBQ. To me, if you don’t have brownies and at least a couple macaroni salads, it’s not really a BBQ. Some people say the meat makes the gathering, but I think it’s all the extras on the side. You can grill anything at any time, but unless you have goodies and side dishes, it’s not really a party, at least in my opinion.
“Yeah, just let me put the brownies on a platter and put the salads in bowls with lids and I’ll be ready,” I say as I start cutting the brownies into squares so I can place them nicely on a party platter I picked up at the store last night.
He walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around me. “You look sexy in that dress,” he says huskily. I laugh shyly and push him away a little so I can run my hands down my dress, smoothing out any wrinkles.
When he looks over my shoulder and sees the brownies, he says in a gravelly voice close to my ear, “I think we should just leave those here. I’m pretty sure no one at the club likes brownies, so I wouldn’t want them to go to waste.” His warm breath in my ear makes me shiver, but I do my best to shake it off, knowing he’s trying to distract me.
“Nice try, Bubba, but not gonna happen,” I say with a laugh.
I hear him groan before turning me around to face him. “Ah, come on, Doll. Those assholes don’t deserve your treats,” he pouts. A true fucking pout.
“You just want to keep them all for yourself.”
Feeling him move one of his hands, I turn my head to make sure he doesn’t grab any of the brownies, but he stops me with a steamy kiss. Forgetting about the brownies, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer to me. His lips are soft and hard at the same time. I could live off his taste alone.
Before things get too out of hand and we never make it to the BBQ, I reluctantly pull away. “As much as I want to stay here and kiss you all day, we need to get going. You deserve a day to relax and have some fun, and Dani wants to show me some new baby stuff she bought yesterday. So, if I’m not there, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
I move away from him, just as he steps to the side. “I forgot that uh, Dani said she left a sweatshirt here. I’m gonna check in the bedroom for it.” He doesn’t turn around to look at me when he speaks, just keeps walking towards the bedroom. It’s a little suspicious, but I decide to let it go.
A couple minutes later, I’m finished putting the brownies on the platter and have the cold salads in containers.
As I’m walking into the living room with everything in hand, Toby comes out of the bedroom empty handed. “Didn’t find the sweatshirt?” I ask, still a little suspicious.
“What? Oh, uh, no, I didn’t. She must not have left it here after all,” he says shyly.
When he notices all the food in my hands, he comes over to help by reaching for the platter of brownies. “Here, let me help.” As he reaches out, I notice something on the corner of his mouth.
“What the hell,” I say, more to myself than him. With him holding the brownies, I stack one of the salad bowls on top of the other and reach out to remove whatever is on his face. Pulling my hand away from him, I see what looks like brownie crumbs.
“How did that get there?” he asks, but I can see the guilt on his face. I almost laugh, but try to keep a stern face as I grab the brownies out of his hands and replace them with the salads.
“I think you better let me carry those. Wouldn’t want any more to accidently end up on your face,” I tell him. He looks at me sheepishly, but doesn’t argue. Good man. “Come on, Ollie. Time to go.” I call out and watch as he races towards the door.
Once we’re downstairs with Ollie at our heels, we load everything up into his truck. With us bringing food and of course, my new puppy, it’s just easier to take the truck instead of the bike, but I know he wishes we were on his bike. I almost offer to drive for him while he takes the bike, but then I remember that his bike isn’t even here. Plus, I don’t really want to pull up to the clubhouse by myself. I’m not ready for that yet, even though Toby would be right behind me.
With both of us sitting in our seats and Ollie secured beside me, Toby starts the truck. “Ready?” I nod my head, then we head to the clubhouse. When we get halfway there, Toby’s phone rings. “Yeah?” he answers. I find it funny that he answers his phone like that, but I’ve learned that pretty much everyone around here does that, even Dani.
“Jesus, are you trying to be in the doghouse?” he says into the phone.
He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “Okay, man. We’ll turn around and be there shortly. Hopefully having Sara with me will save me from hearing her bitch about you the whole way there.” Toby laughs, “Good luck with that, brother.” Once he hangs up the phone, he looks over to me. “Minor change of plans,” he says as he turns the truck around, “Gotta go pick up Dani.”
We pull up to their house and see Dani and Blaze outside arguing. Nothing much new there, I guess.
Stepping out of the truck, I wait for Toby at the front before heading up the walk. I notice Ollie standing on the center console, looking out the windshield. I smile at him and motion for him to sit and laugh when he doesn’t obey. Yeah, we have a lot to work on with him, but I have no problem with taking my time.
When we’re closer, I can hear Dani yelling, “When the fuck are you going to stop treating me like I’m sick or handicapped, huh? I’m fucking pregnant, you jackass!” Are they still fighting about this? I swear, it’s the same damn thing with them. Most of the time, I agree with Dani. There’s being protective and wanting to do what’s best for your girlfriend and your unborn child, but the way Blaze goes about doing things, you’d think he likes making her mad. Either that, or he’s just plain stupid and has a death wish.
Blaze stands his ground, looking just as mad. “And when the fuck are you going to realize that you’re fucking pregnant and understand that you can’t do everything you used to fucking do, huh?” See? He has a point, but he’s going about the wrong way.
“I know that I can’t ride the fucking bike until after the baby is born, you dipshit. I don’t need you to fucking remind
me of this every fucking day. But what I don’t get is why we don’t just drive the truck to the clubhouse together? Toby drives his truck when it’s needed, why can’t you? You feel you have to ride the bike to make you look manlier? Well, newsflash, fucker. It makes you look like a chump having some other guy taking care of your girl.” Uh oh.
I’m surprised though when Blaze just takes a deep breath, calming himself before he takes the last step that separates the two of them and takes her gently by the shoulders. “Baby Girl, why do you always have to get mad at me for wanting to make sure you and our baby are safe? I’m not doing any of this to make you mad, or because I don’t want to take care of my girl. I’m doing it because I would fucking die if something happened to you or our child. So please, just please, listen to me when I say I love you and only want to keep you safe.” Wow. That was completely unexpected. I’ve only ever known Blaze to be hot-headed, and frankly, kind of scary, but this…this is a side of Blaze I’m not sure anyone has ever seen before, besides Dani, maybe.
Dani starts to cry. “It’s okay, Baby Girl, I got you. I’m right here and not going anywhere,” he says into her hair while rubbing her back.
When she calms down enough, she looks at him. “I’m sorry, Zane. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes. I just want to be close to you, not have you pawn me off on someone else all the time.” Blaze looks heartbroken at what she’s just admitted.
“Dani, I’m not trying to pawn you off on someone else. I just need to make sure I have my bike at the clubhouse in case something goes down and I need it. Toby’s is already there, that’s why he’s taking his truck. Please understand. I fucking love you and would never do anything on purpose that would make you feel like I’m trying to get away from you and our baby.” Oh my God, Blaze is such a sweetheart. Who the fuck knew?
I don’t even realize I’m crying until Toby pulls me closer to him and whispers, “You okay?” I just nod my head and wipe the tears off my face.
Toby and I turn around to give them a little privacy, but it’s not long before they walk up to us. I smile softly at Dani to let her know I’m here for her, while Blaze looks sharply at Toby. “If you breathe a fucking word of what you just saw to anyone, I will fucking kill you. You got me?” Dani and I laugh quietly and wait for Toby’s reply.
Toby is dead serious when he answers, “I got you, brother. I’m fucking pussy whipped by my girl too.” Blaze looks at him for a second with a promise of pain, but then he laughs.
“That you fucking are, brother.”
We all load up into the truck and head to the clubhouse with Blaze following us on his bike and Ollie hanging his head out my window with his tongue hanging out. Life is good.
Trixie
I’m sitting at the bar, waiting for all my carefully constructed chips to fall. I used to think this club was my home, my family, but now I know better. This club isn’t anything but pussies and bitches. I look forward to the day that every person who is a part of this club, or has any connections to this club, rot in fucking hell.
When I first started sleeping with Toby, it was just a good time. Then, even I can admit, it was a ploy to move up within the club. I really liked Toby and the way that man can fuck. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t hurting in the orgasm department with him.
But he was always so closed off; only came to me when he needed to let off steam or when he was drunker than usual. I thought I could wear him down, and for a little while, I thought I was well on my way to becoming his old lady, but then that bitch had to come into town and steal him away from me.
Things were bad enough when Dani got here and I wasn’t even fucking the guy she was pretty much with, though I’m not gonna lie, I did try a couple of times to get Blaze to fuck me with no luck.
I had been with the club for a couple of years when she showed up. Mack had taken an instant liking to her and adopted her right away. Then she became close with Louie and Toby, which at the time, wasn’t a big deal to me. I was too busy just trying to stay afloat. But when I realized that the real respect came by becoming an old lady, I took a look at my options. There were really only a few.
I knew right away that there was no way in hell I would get Louie locked down. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could secure Mack with him being the president. Toby seemed like a better option, so I put all my effort into seducing him.
I started out small; being there for him whenever he needed anything, even a cold beer. I still slept with some of the other brothers because, well, I’m a club whore. I didn’t really have a choice, but it’s not like it was all that bad. Most of the brothers are good to me.
Then that cunt showed up and fucked everything all to hell.
I did everything I could to keep Toby interested in me, but once he had her, he didn’t need a whore anymore.
After the showdown with Sara a couple months ago, I was even going to try and forget about Toby and find someone else to claim me. Of course I was pissed that years of work went to shit, but I wanted to be an old lady. I wanted the respect, the power it would bring. I was done being a club whore.
I fucked up one day when I was having a particularly bad day. I tried to steer Toby away from his bitch. To say I was threatened within an inch of my life is putting it very mildly. I was actually scared for the first time in years.
I was prepared to just pack up and leave, or just get used to my fate as a club whore for life, but then I got the break I had been looking for.
Sara’s ex had been looking for her, I knew, but never thought I would meet him myself and be given the chance for revenge against all these assholes and that stupid bitch, all in one go.
Rick came by the club I worked at on the side of Club Sin about a month ago, trying to find people to help him with his plan of showing that bitch once and for all who she belonged to and teach her a lesson for leaving him.
I overheard him talking to a guy that I had seen a time or two, but didn’t really know who he was. Deciding to introduce myself, I walked up to him and told him that I’d give him a free lap dance.
He was hesitant at first, but then when he got a look at all my goods, he agreed. When we got into a private room, I told him that I could get him close enough to Sara to take her, but I wanted something in return.
So we came up with the perfect plan, which will be taking place with everyone being none the wiser, and I have a little something up my sleeve that will help me tremendously, blowing them all out of the water. They almost made this too easy for me to pull off. With the help of Rick too, of course. I can’t fucking wait. Finally I’ll have all that should have been mine years ago.
CHAPTER 17
Rick
Today is the day, I can feel it. I can practically taste it. Today is the day I make Sara regret ever fucking leaving me. She is going to pay for the trouble she has caused and for ruining what I’ve been working on for years. It should have never taken this long to begin with, but she was stronger than I originally thought when I spotted her all those years ago.
I had just moved to New York from Montana. I had been moving almost every few years, but it didn’t bother me. It was a necessity for what I needed.
I was planning on taking a break for a while once I got to New York. When I left Montana, there were a few suspicious authorities watching me, so it would probably be best if I laid low for a little bit, give everything time to cool down. But when I was at a bar after I finished unpacking my things into a shit apartment, I spotted her; Sara. She was sitting alone in a corner booth. I was instantly drawn to her, but I tried to stay away because I didn’t need any heat on me at the time.
I followed her home that night, telling myself that I was just curious, but I knew deep down she was going to be next. It may not be right away, but it would happen.
A couple of weeks later, I still couldn’t get her out of my mind, so I decided to have a little fun. I approached her that day on the street, asking her out for coffee. She of course agreed, not being able to refuse
my charm.
It didn’t take me long to get her to become dependent on me, but I found I wanted more; I wanted to own her. I was no longer satisfied with my old schemes. I wanted to keep her a little longer, maybe even forever. There was just something about her. It was so much fun to have so much power over her. The way she would shrink back from me made me feel like I was a Master. The way it felt when my fist would connect with her flesh made me feel like I was her God. I didn’t want to give that up, not yet.
So I gave myself a timeline. I would give myself five years to have her as my plaything. After that, I would carry out my plan, but then the bitch left me. She actually fucking left me. I don’t know who the fuck she thought she was messing with, but if she thought I was just going to let her go, she was wrong; dead wrong.
It took me a while to find where she went, but once I had her location, I came for her. I didn’t expect her to have friends already, thinking the way I broke her down over the years would play in my favor. She had found a job, and with that, friends. A stupid friend who stood in my way of taking back what was mine.
After the run in at her work, I had to drop back for a while to consider my options and come up with a new plan. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought to get her back in my possession, but it just made the game more thrilling for me. Sure, I was irritated and pissed off, but in the long run, this is the most fun I’ve had with a mark in a long time. She’s making me work for it. I’ll make her pay for all that hard work, of course, but no one ever said there wasn’t thrill in a case.
I was able to recruit a guy that has a grudge against the club that’s protecting Sara. It was a lot harder than I thought possible to find willing participants to help me, but this guy actually came to me. He heard I was looking to move against the club and he wanted in. Of course, I’m not necessarily going against the club per se, but in his eyes, taking something or someone that the club feels belongs to them is enough of an act of war for him. Fine by me. He’ll be the one to deal with the aftermath, not me, so it works out perfectly.
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