by Addison Jane
Meyah
The Club Girl Diaries Book Nine
The Brothers by Blood MC
Addison Jane
Copyright 2018 Addison Jane
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This one is dedicated to Mum and Dad.
I love you guys for believing I can.
First major shout out goes once again to my adopted family Kay and Kim for hearing me once again lose my shit, and for virtually slapping it out of me and helping me find my sanity again. I’d basically be a mess without you… okay, so I am a mess, but you love me anyway. Really actually love me.
Chicki, your beautiful soul always blows me away. Thank you for being my cheerleader and helping with mini and just pushing and pushing me and reminding me that I can do it.
Sonya, I love your face. You’ve become such an amazing friend and to have your support and feedback warms my heart.
The girls at Give Me Books, these girls are so amazing, especially when I’m having a hard time or when I forget to email, or when I’m useless at getting info to them. I drive them nuts, and they still have my back.
And I can’t say thanks enough to my PA, Nicole, for being there when I need her. You’re always so happy and eager to jump in and do whatever you need to help out. I love having you on my team. I’d be lost without you.
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Epilogue
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Two Months Later
“Meyah!”
I rolled my eyes and giggled, pausing with a dramatic sigh as I waited for my roommate, who was quickly becoming a best friend, to catch up to me.
“If you’re ever going to make it to class on time, you really need to learn how to wake up earlier, Dakota,” I teased, knowing that wasn’t going to happen given that Dakota was never early for anything… ever.
Maybe it was the fact she stayed up late every night watching Netflix and making cups of tea.
Yes, she drank tea.
Not coffee.
Maybe that was the issue.
It’s like she had this really strange internal clock that was flipped the wrong way.
I really wasn’t kidding about the making it to class thing, though, she hadn’t been early for a single class since we started school. She barely made it in time to slip through the doorway and smile at the teacher like she actually wanted to be there.
The two of us were very different, but I found she actually pulled me from the shell I continually tried to hide within. Dakota talked a big game—for someone so short—and backed it up with sass and confidence. While she’d been a shock to begin with, I don’t know what I would have done the last couple months without her.
The door creaked open, and I peeked around it, praying in my mind that if I did have a roommate, they were open-minded.
While most classes didn’t start for another six weeks at least, it turns out I wasn’t the only one with the idea to come early and start summer school. Every second room on the floor was already open and had students inside. Some were already drinking and listening to loud music even though move in had only opened up yesterday.
The dorm room corridors were plastered with posters of positive school spirit and information for new students about how to get around campus and how to get involved.
For a moment, I passed by them all, the idea of being around people and having them all looking at me, whispering, muttering things behind their hands didn’t feel appealing. But then I remembered—I was in another state, I was in another school, and with my friends from high school not coming until after summer, not one person knew who I was here.
“Oh. My. God,” I muttered, pushing open the door to room number 209, my dorm room, with a huge grin plastered on my face. “Nobody knows who I am,” I whispered to myself, feeling a little giddy.
“That’s the attitude,” someone beamed back at me, and I dropped my suitcase, a petrified scream filling the small double room. Another scream echoed back at me, but it wasn’t mine, it was higher pitched, and it was followed by a fit of laughter. “Holy shit!” she giggled, falling back onto one of the beds, her silky blonde hair falling across her face.
“Holy shit, is right,” I gasped, closing the door with my back before bracing my body against it, my hand going to my heart to try and stop it from exploding out of my chest.
The young pixie-like girl with herself and her suitcase spread across one of the beds wouldn’t stop laughing, and while I was still wondering if I was about to have a stroke, the sound became contagious.
“You made me pee a little in my pants,” she accused.
“You almost killed me.” I slid down to the floor, fighting to breathe but strangely embracing the hilarity and ridiculousness of the situation. Pixie rolled off onto the floor, so we were a few feet from each other. The only thing between us, the old, worn smelt-like-the-last-girls-who-lived-here-ate-too-many-Doritos carpet.
“Don’t worry, you’re still breathing, drama queen,” she poked with a smile now that the laughte
r had subsided and the both of us were sitting eyeing each other.
I finally took a look around. “Wow! These rooms are kinda small,” I examined in awe—and not a good kind of awe. I was going to be stuck in this room, with this girl, for the next twelve months, and it was smaller than my bedroom at home. There was a window directly ahead with two dressers underneath it, about three drawers high which seemed to also double as bedside tables. On either side of the window, were two single beds, and at the foot of the beds were two desks with storage drawers and a rolling chair.
The space between the beds actually wasn’t too bad the more I examined it, and the beds were raised slightly to make room for more storage underneath.
It wasn’t horrible…
But just wasn’t home.
I made this choice, though. I needed to be more independent and stand by what I was saying—stop letting people dictate how I wanted to live my life—because so far, it’d been kind of crappy.
“Okay, let’s just get this out of the way,” the pixie girl said, leaping up to her feet. “My name’s Dakota, like the state, but without the north or south. Yes, I’m short. No, the weather isn’t great down here. No, I’m not some kind of baby genius. Yes, I can drive a car without a booster.”
I grinned across at her. Honestly, I didn’t think she was short, if I had to guess, I’d probably say around five-feet-two but I guess I didn’t exactly get the tall genes in my family at five-six.
“Those are just the normal comments. I’m also pretty awesome. I love adventures. Sometimes my mouth can get me in trouble. If we’re friends I will fight hard for you. Oh… and dancing is everything to me,” she rattled on, but her words weren’t bitchy, they were actually kind of warm.
“I’m Meyah,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I got picked on a lot during high school. My mom’s only just told me who my dad is. The guy I’ve been in love with for the past year basically broke me. And I’m sick of people telling me I’m too young or trying to control what I do. I’m ready to stand up for myself… and I could really use a friend who will fight for me… or at the very least, with me.” I laid it all out there, and for a few brief seconds, as Dakota took it all in, I felt incredibly exposed. Like at any moment she was gonna take something I said and laugh. It was painful, but Dakota seemed like she was so empowered and so ‘fuck the world, watch me take charge of my life,’ and that’s what I needed.
“Well, Meyah, who’s ready to stand up for herself and be in control of her own destiny,” Dakota announced with a smirk, one that I was already totally in love with. “I hear there’s a nightclub downtown looking for workers over the summer.”
My brain screamed… uh, no! Being around people? Uncomfortable. Nervous. Blah, blah, blah. So instead of listening to my mind I focused on my heart—well, what was left of it—and cleared my throat. “Let’s do it!”
Just before we reached the classroom, I felt my cell begin to buzz in my pocket. I thought about ignoring it. I’d been doing a lot of that lately, mostly because I was scared I’d burst into tears and they would figure out exactly how much I missed them.
It was kind of sad considering my conversations consisted of—Mom constantly on at me about looking after myself. Uncle Leo continuously asking me if I was okay. And then there was Emma who would shut down completely when I asked her anything about the club.
Or about him…
“You gonna get that?” Dakota asked me, pointing to the incessant noise with her eyebrow raised. “It sounds like you have a vibrator going off in your pants.”
Rolling my eyes, I finally ripped my phone from my jeans and sighed, seeing my uncle’s scowling face light up the screen. He didn’t like photos, none of the guys in the club really did. Pictures were evidence, evidence could be used against them. “I’ll be in soon,” I told Dakota, stepping backward, my thumb hovering over the green button to answer.
She offered me a supportive smile before tearing the classroom door open and walking through the door like a model making her way onto a runway at fashion week.
Did I mention she loved to make an entrance?
Breathing out, I finally flicked my thumb across the screen and moved the cell to my ear as I stepped away from the classroom door, walking a few steps away to a bench and dumping my bag onto it before taking a seat. “Hey, Uncle Leo.”
“Hey, girl,” he replied, his voice gentle but with a gruffness that warmed me, reminding me of home. It instantly made me well up, and this was exactly why I didn’t like to talk to anyone. “You going to class today?”
“Yeah, I’m sitting outside right now about to go in.”
“Good. I won’t keep you long then,” he drawled. “Your mama really misses you. So does the club. Was hoping you might come home next weekend. We’re having a… party.”
My brows knitted together. “A party for what?”
“Since when do we need an excuse to party?”
I snorted. “Since all you boys started popping out kids and spending more time making bottles than making drinks.”
His deep chuckle brought a smile to my face, and I relaxed back onto the bench, suddenly not feeling so stiff and defensive. Uncle Leo had been around as long as I could remember. I knew my mom didn’t like him much when he started dating Aunt Kim, but I loved him instantly. There was a connection with us. There always had been since the moment he walked into our lives and never walked out.
“Just bring that smart mouth back home, will ya?” he finally answered with a heavy sigh. “Creed is growing so damn fast. And if Macy has to wait until her birthday to see you, she’ll fucking combust, and I’ll start losing my hair.”
“Start?”
“Meyah…”
I laughed softly and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling the purple strands back from my face. They were a new addition, one I loved, and that made me feel like this was indeed a new start for me. A new start which I needed. Where I could be who I wanted to be. Where I could find who I was, and where I could piece together my heart without anyone having to know how broken I was and how stupid I’d been and looking at me in pity.
“I’ll see what happens. I’m meant to be working.” I picked uncomfortably at the threads on one of the rips in my jeans.
“I’ve put the money for the plane ticket in your bank account. Oh, and Macy’s already drawing out plans for your welcome home cake,” he stated, completely unashamed of how he knew that would make me feel bad. I should have known better. These guys, they didn’t mess around. When they wanted something, they would do what they had to do in order to make it happen. Even using my five-year-old cousin as guilt tactics.
I groaned and took a deep breath. “You can’t do that.”
He scoffed loudly. “I can do what the fuck I like. And I will do, in order to get you back here so you can be with your family… even if it’s only for the weekend.”
“Meyah!” Dakota hissed from a crack in the classroom door. “Come on, it’s starting.”
“I gotta go, Uncle Leo.” I jumped to my feet and hiked my backpack up onto my shoulder.
“Work hard,” he ordered, but I could hear his smile. “And I can’t wait to see you.”
“Same,” I whispered softly before hanging up.
It was the truth.
I missed him like crazy—I missed them all like crazy.
Even the one I shouldn’t.
The one who I hadn’t heard from, and that no one had spoken of since I walked out. I don’t know if that made it hurt more or less.
I just knew that things weren’t done.
I could feel it in my gut, and maybe I needed to face him now rather than later so I could move on and really find the new me.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The sound of vibrating metal sent a chill up my spine. My entire body constricted, my muscles tightening and preparing for a fight.
“Get up, motherfucker,” Kent called through the door.
I cracked open one eye, just enough to see his
stupid smug face in the little window, with that stormy look in his eye that told me he was looking for fucking trouble today. Of course, he was, when was he not looking for fucking trouble.
“Your date is here.” The asshole chuckled as I dragged myself from the piece of shit bed—if it could even be called that. A few bits of wood and a mattress less than two inches thick. Oh, and throw on a couple of dirty blankets that feel like they’ve been knitted out of damn plastic.
All the makings of a torture chamber.
I wasn’t being sarcastic either.
These guys wanted me to feel bad. They wanted to drive me crazy and push me to my mental limits. The physical shit I could handle, a couple bruised ribs and a split lip every other day were things that would heal. It was the lack of food, the sleep deprivation, the isolation, and the way they made you feel like you were already a little fucking crazy.
That’s what you get when you kill a cop.
At least, that’s what you get when cops think you’ve killed a cop.
Like my club, they had loyalty to their own people.
I backed up to the door and pushed my hands through the small slot so he could cuff me before he opened the door. I was so used to it now and it had almost become second nature. With the metal encasing my wrists—almost cutting off the circulation—the door then creaked and groaned as it opened. I stepped out and onto the balcony.
Having Kent behind me wasn’t my favorite position. Not being able to see what he was doing and knowing his love of ‘surprising’ me when I wasn’t able to protect myself, all made me nervous.
These past two months—they’d been hell and honestly, I was starting to lose it.
I wanted to tell these guys all about the man they were fighting for. How better off the world was without him in it. There were times where I wanted to fight back and not sit on the floor of my cell bleeding while Kent and his buddies tried to break my arm.
I’d watched them do the same to other inmates. Anyone who had charges for assaulting an officer or who wasn’t afraid to speak up. These guys were bastards, and they got off on it. They fed on the power, and in their own minds, convinced themselves they were doing the right thing standing up for their people.