Not interested in him

Flying into the clubhouse parking lot, I was  glad to see that Alexsander's bike wasn't here as I jumped out of the car. I stormed into the clubhouse and noticed how everyone froze to stare at me. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to see: Jane Wilson. She was behind the bar, but when she saw me, she lost the color in her face and stepped back a few feet. If I wasn't on a mission , her head would be bashed into that bar in five seconds flat.

"Anyone seen Danny?" I took a deep breath and tore my gaze from Jane before I changed my mind and leaned over the bar.

Aaron, the club's prospect, stood up from his barstool and handed me a beer.

"I think he's in the back."

I gladly took the beer from Aaron, nodded, and then headed towards the back of the clubhouse.  Once I was out of sight, I heard the voices from the bar start to back up. I knew they were all talking about me, but at this moment, I didn't give two shits. Let them talk.

For as long as I could remember, the clubhouse had been like the second home to me. If I wasn't actually at home, I was here. My dad used to bring me here when my mom was the famous meltdowns, or as dad would say, "Feeling sick." Now that I was older, I knew what my mom's meltdowns were. She had suffered addiction all of her life, and still did to this day.

It was the reason I had my own apartment at the young age of seventeen -years-old, and I had  been on my own ever since.

I liked to believe my dad did it because he loved me and wanted  keep me from seeing all of that, but I was never sure. He never said as much.

I tapped on Danny's door, waiting for his reply before I cracked it open and peeked in. This was his studio and the clubhouse's personal tattoo parlor.

Danny, who was the vice-president and my dad's best friend, was also like a grand parent to me. He was there the day I was born, and every day since.

"Who needs ink?" Danny shouted.

I stuck my head in  further and smiled when I saw him leaning over a lit up artist's board, working on someone's next piece of ink.

"Hey, gorgeous." He grinned from ear to ear.

"What can I do for you, sugar?"

"I need some ink", I responded with a smile still on my face.

Danny did the best work in three states. The only way for me to relax and get things off my chest was a good old tattoo session with Danny. I got my stress removed by the pain of the needle and then I would have a therapy session with him. I could tell him anything.

"Uh-oh, what's got you down?" Danny asked.

He always knew why I was here, knowing that I got ink anytime I was angry; which was alot because I was covered in ink. Pretty soon, I'd run out of space.

I sighed as I slid into the room, shutting the door behind me. "I  need some advice, Danny", I spoke in a low voice.

He rolled over to the tattoo bench and pointed before he began sterilizing the tray. As I slid onto the bench and laid my head back, I had to bite my tongue before I started crying. I hated showing emotions and hated crying in front of anyone. For fuck's sake, I was the president's daughter! I couldn't cry!

"I'm sure you have already heard it. It seems the rest of the damn club already does...." 

Danny studied me for a long moment before he spoke softly. "That boy loves you, you know that."

 

I laughed. "Love. What the hell does that word  even mean around here? You love someone when you fuck another woman? Because  if that's even the case, I'm out. I don't want love."

"We're different breed, Melissa, you know that. I've watched you grow up and I know how different you are. You're different kind of old-lady, and I don't think Aleksander knows that yet."

"Well, he won't even know it..." I turned to him and sighed." I ended things today."

Danny nodded. " You're tough and you will get through this."

"Danny?", I called.

"Hmm?", He turned his attention to me.

"Has Angel ever been upset at you for something like this?", I asked.

"Nope, because I have never cheated on Angel. We have an understanding and our views are much different than the young generation of this club. Our bodies are for each other. Once we figured that out, we never had to worry  about all that little shit."

I let out another sigh. How is it someone like Danny, who's been in the club nearly his all life, can be a good faithful man? But Alexander couldn't? How can Alexander say that I am his lady and throw around the L-word, but not show it or honor it?

"Don't think about it too much, Melissa. Alexander is a man and he has a lot to figure out before he  knows what he really wants out of a lady like you."

"Well, it won't be from me," I admitted.

At my words, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

"Are you telling me you have finally quit Alexander?."

I bit my bottom lip and looked over at him. I told myself just a few hours ago that I was done. Alexander Smith could go fuck himself, but now as I sat here getting ink, I wasn't sure at all. How could I be? Alexander had been in my life since we were born. He's the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and I was the treasurer, we would always be each other's lives one way or another. I knew I was in trouble, but I was so determined to prove everyone wrong.

This time I don't need him in my life.