A pain hits my chest, and I feel like I might pass out.
“Please let me go. Please don’t kill me!” Amy is pleading with them and completely ignoring me. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Please just let me go,” she cries as Twisted holds her up.
“It’s not up to them,” I say as I look at the girl I was ready to sacrifice myself for. I was so desperate for some sort of blood family that I was too blind to see what was right in front of my face.
“Lucy? I didn’t know you—”
“What? Lived? You thought he killed me? I’m sure you would have liked that. Then no one would have known that you helped them. That without you they wouldn’t have gotten to me.” I take a step closer to her. “I felt sorry for you. You used my past against me, my pain as leverage. You are as horrible of a person as they are.”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I just did what Daddy wanted me to. They told me I would be punished if I didn’t. What was I supposed to do?”
"You could have said no! You could have told me!" Tears sting my eyes. "The things that happened to me down there have changed me for the rest of my life, and that is all because of you. I lost my child because of the things they did to me." My voice is loud and cracking with emotion.
“You can’t kill me, I’m your sister! You love me! You’re not a killer, Lucy. You aren’t that person.” Her eyes plead with me.
“I wasn’t that person before, this is what your actions have turned me into. You created this monster, and now this monster is going to destroy you.” My voice is cold. Any love or feelings I had toward Amy have long since died.
Jordan steps up next to me and hands me his gun. "You ever fire one of these?" I shake my head at him. "You ready?" I nod. I want this to be done. This chapter in my life needs to be over. "Don't touch the trigger ‘til you're ready to pull it. When you do pull it, it's gonna be loud."
I take it from him, the weight in my hand making my stomach drop. The confidence I felt walking in here is seeping out of me. I take a few steps toward her so that we are about six feet apart. Twisted releases her and she falls to her knees. Her words are now unrecognizable, mixed with sobs and cries. I should feel compassion for her, but I don't. I gave Amy everything I had, and she only gave me deception. I lift the gun my hands and arms visibly shaking.
“Lucy?” Jordan’s voice sounds behind me.
“She has this, bro.” I hear Twisted’s voice. I think about the talk I had with him in the room. The way he told me that only I had the power to move past all of this shit and come out on top. There is no way I can move past anything knowing that she is living her life, that she got away with what she did.
My finger slides over the cool metal toward the trigger.
This is the start of a new life.
A new attitude.
A new outlook on life.
A new Lucy.
Bang.
This can’t be happening.
It’s not possible.
To be continued…
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Chapter One
Mikey
My eyes shift left and right as every inch of my body is on high alert. The club was hit so hard the other night and all of us are basically waiting for the other shoe to drop. The fact that the only person we lost in all that gunfire was Izzy is a miracle.
Everyone is at the funeral but being the prospect I had to stay on gate duty. As much as I hate the bullshit work it will all be worth it when Pres gives me my cut and I become a brother.
I came to the club about six months ago. I had always seen them around town and I’ve honestly looked up to them since I was in high school. Some assholes from school had jumped me and as much as I can fight, I couldn’t win when it was five against one.
Fists fly from every direction as I curl into a ball doing the only thing I can to protect myself. A few of the assholes kick me and my ribs cry out in pain. If these fuckers fought me one on one they’d never have a chance.
A loud rumble sounds and the attack stops. I look up to see one of the MC brothers straddling his bike. He climbs off and takes a few steps toward us. Leaning down some he offers me his hand and I take it and stand trying to hold in the sounds of pain.
“You pussies think it’s cool to gang up on people?” His voice is even and emotionless, which makes it even more terrifying than if he were yelling.
None of them say a word.
“Next time you even think of jumping someone just remember this. I will outnumber you every fucking day of the week and I can do more damage with one fist than all ten our yours combined. Now get the fuck out of here.”
They mumble a bunch of ‘yes, sirs’ before they almost run away.
He turn to be and I see that his patch says President, holy shit.
“You ever have trouble like that again, look me up.” He pats me on the shoulder.
“Thank you.” I say still dumbfounded that he actually stopped to help, most people just walk by and pretend shit like this doesn’t happen.
“No problem, come look us up in a few years.” He gives me a nod before climbing on his bike and driving away.
The sound of an approaching car pulls me from my memory. A beat up old pick up is coming down the street and I immediately go on high alert.
I can see a man driving and it looks like there is someone in the passenger seat. The truck stops in front of the gate and the passenger door opens.
“Thank you,” a soft voice utters and it almost sounds like a damn song. A girl climbs out long blond hair flowing out from underneath a baseball hat. Turning toward me the girl looks nervous, she also looks way too young to be walking up to our gate.
Before she can say anything the truck pulls away.
Her bright blue eyes look up at me and I can see the fear and nervousness in them. “Hi, I’m—um I’m looking for Lucy.”
Confusion hits me. Who is this girl? Why is she looking for Whip’s old lady? “Club is out right now and we’re on lockdown which means no visitors.”
Her eyes well with tears and a sharp pain hits my chest. What the hell? Why is this girl effecting me like this? I don’t even know her.
“Please, she’s my aunt. I really need to see her. I’ve been trying to get here for almost three days at this point. I walked the whole way except for the ride I got for the last hour.” Her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip as she looks away from me and at the clubhouse.
Lucy is her Aunt? “How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” she says looking back at me.
Shit, I can’t turn her away like this. “Fine, you can come in but you need to wait by the gate with me. No one else is here and I need to keep watch.” I pull the gate open a bit and she basically runs in.
“Thank you so much!” her arms wrap around my neck and the smell of vanilla fills my senses.
Pulling away from me she moves to stand where I was before. I walk over to the wall and grab one of the folding chairs bringing it over for her, “why don’t you have a seat?”
“Thank you, I’m Emma by the way.” She sits down and nervously looks around.
“I’m Mikey, everything okay?”
She nods but I can tell there is definitely more to this story.
I can hear the sound of bikes approaching.
Opening the gate most of them pull up to the club and park but I flag down Whip. He stops and his eyes immediately go to our visitor.
“You not understand what lockdown means prospect?” He’s pissed and I totally get it.
“No, I do. Thing is I thought if I turned her away you’d be more pissed at me.” He raises his eyebrow at me asking for more clarification. “She’s Lucy’s niece.”
Whip’s eyes go wide and he climbs off his bike. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Shit, I’m thinking this way the wrong move.
He walks over to Emma. “Explain what he just said to me.”
She looks over at me almost looking for he
lp. I just nod telling her to answer his question. “I’m Emma Evans, I was looking for my aunt Lucy.”
Whip looks as if someone just slapped him across the face. “You need to leave. Now.” He starts to walk away.
“No, please! You don’t understand. I need to see my aunt. I need help. You can’t just send me away. They’ll find me.” Her voice is laced with fear and desperation.
“What are you talking about?” I ask not really understanding why I care so much, but I do. Whip looks over at me, basically telling me to shut the fuck up.
“I need help. I ran away.” A few tears fall as she looks at the two of us.
“You say Lucy is your aunt. Who is your mother?” Whip takes a step toward her.
“I don’t really remember my mother. She died when I was a baby. Her name was Amy.” Emma looks away.
Whip freezes next to me. “You have no idea what the fuck you’ve done.”
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Claiming Her
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Heinous
Chaos
Broken
Mayhem
Sever
Havoc
Torn
Reckless
Anarchy
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Dreamland Series
Kiss My Crown
Sexy Beginnings
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