Chapter 4

POV Ace/Bear

Friday night was crazy. Viper and I  ended up double teaming some blonde club girl in front of the entire club after too much whiskey and coke. Needless to say, it wasn't our finest moment. I was just glad that Petal and Margo weren't anywhere around and would never find out about it.

The rest of the club including our fathers thought it was hilarious and we hadn't heard the end of it all morning.

It was now Saturday night and Natalia and the other Old Ladies were serving us dinner. All the Old Ladies were quiet and I knew that they were upset at Viper and I. For some reason all of them were protective of Petal and Margo. None of the ladies would dare say anything though. Part of me wished that they would. I was feeling guilty and I deserved to be yelled at.

Natalia's glared were fairly vile though. She shot daggers with her eyes at both of us but we didn't call her on it. I was glad that she felt something for my sister and Petal. It showed that she cared for someone in this club. Fuck knows, she hated the rest of us. It wasn't our fault that her Dad gave her to Shooter as a peace offering. It also wasn't our fault that Shooter treated her like shit and that she wouldn't be the submissive woman she should be. I noticed that she had a few bruises on her arm and she was walking with a limp. Shooter must have had to put her in her place again last night. She just needed to learn.

Speaking of Petal and Margo, I hadn't seen them all day.

"Have you seen our sisters?" I asked Viper who shrugged.

I noticed that Natalia tensed but she walked away before I could question it.

"They're probably up in their room. You know how they are." Shooter scoffed.

"Did they eat anything?" I pressed.

"I'm sure they did earlier." Dad stated.

I sighed but didn't press it. I hated that they didn't seem to want to spend any time with us. We were their family. They should want to be with us. Once I claimed Petal, things were gonna change. I would have her in my lap while I ate.

"They should be helping. That's their job." Shooter complained.

"They help with all the cleaning and the cooking during the week. They actually do more around here then any of the rest of us. On the weekends they usually have homework or work at the diner." one of the Old Ladies replied cautiously.

Dad and Pres both glared at her as her Old Man slapped her for speaking up. She fell to the ground as we watched.

"Shut your mouth, bitch." her man commanded.

She slowly stood and looked at us.

"I'm sorry." she whispered and then hurried back to the kitchen were she belonged.

Pres shook his head and sighed.

"She's right though." Viper spoke up.

I nodded in agreement. While Petal and Margo didn't spend much time with us, they were always busy around here. They were the ones that cleaned the rooms of anyone that didn't have an Old Lady which was well over half of us. They made breakfasts during the week and helped with all the weekday meals.

Dad and Pres looked at each other in thought.

"Yeah, maybe we expect too much from them..." Pres trailed off.

"At their ages, we had already dropped out of school and were prospecting. Viper's only still in school to watch over them. They do more than any of us ever did. They get straight A's, are set to graduate on time, help around here, babysit whenever one of the brothers need them to, and work jobs." Joker added.

Joker didn't make much sense to me, especially when it came to his sister. He barely looked at her and almost never spoke to her but whenever she came up at meetings or in conversation, he was on her side. It was like he felt guilty about her or something but he was a psychopath so I didn't think that he could ever feel guilt.

"They should still be out here to spend time with us. We are their family and it's like they hate us." Shooter continued.

"Can you blame them? You saw what just happened. They can't even speak freely in front of us." Viper gestured towards the space where the old lady got slapped.

"We don't hit them!" Shooter argued.

"But we hit all the other women. How do they know that we won't. They never give us any reason to. They barely speak and do whatever we tell them to." Joker shook his head.

Viper nodded in agreement.

"ENOUGH! Once you and Bear claim them, you can treat them however you want. You can make sure they are with us. Until then, leave this alone. It's worked so far. They've never complained and Joker is right, they never act up." Pres decided.

After that, the conversation went back to normal. I had a bad feeling in my stomach for the rest of the night though.

Things got worse when we learned that one of our gun shipments was attacked that night. We had no idea who did it and they didn't leave any survivors or clues.

The next morning, the girls still didn't join us for breakfast. Everyone was in a pissy mood. I could see both our fathers and all the brothers watching the door for them. After a few minutes of waiting, Pres had enough.

"Go get the girls!" he commanded a nearby club girl.

She nodded fearfully and ran upstairs. We went back to eating but the girl didn't come back after a few minutes.

"What is taking her so long?" I asked.

Both my Dad and Pres were seething at this point. It was extremely disrespectful to make them wait this long. One of the Old Ladies rushed up the stairs to find out what was going on. A few long minutes later, she was back with the club girl. They both were red faced and had tears in their eyes.

"They aren't there." The Club Girl whispered.

At this everyone froze and stared.

"Bullshit!" Shooter yelled.

Pres looked to the Old Lady.

"She's right, they're gone. There are letters and things on their beds addressed to different people." She added.

The thought that they were kidnapped was wiped from my mind at this news. What the hell was going on?

We all rushed up the stairs, Dad and Pres leading the way with me and Petals brothers right behind them. As we burst into the room, we were taken aback. It then occurred to me that I had never been inside their room. I looked around and could see that the others had the same thought.

There was a wall with various screens on it. When I looked closer, I noticed that they all looked like things we had thrown out throughout the years. They were attached to a computer that again looked like something we had thrown out. There was a curtain pushed to one side that had a rod so it could cover everything if someone came in but the girls hadn't bothered. They wanted us to see this. All the screens were looped into our various security cameras along with a few more that they must have placed.

"What the FUCK!!!" Shooter yelled.

I paled as I looked around. If they had all of this, they knew everything about the MC. They knew all our secrets, all our weaknesses, everything. After a moment, Pres strode over to a bed and picked up a letter. He read it aloud.

"Dear Lost Boys MC,

We have given up on you. We waited and waited and hoped that you would change your ways. We only wanted to be treated as people. To be respected. To be heard. But you have never done that for us or for any other woman. We are your Daughters, your Sisters, your Cousins, your love interests yet you have never bothered to have even a conversation with us. We were going to write each of you a letter but decided that since we weren't worth a moment of your time, we would only waste a few sentences on you.

Dad/Pres - I was never your child. You couldn't keep my Mother safe and I don't trust you in any way. You can't protect you club or us so we are better off on our own.

Dad/VP - You are the reason Mom is dead. You never listened to her and you won't listen to me. I blame you for everything since you forced us into this lifestyle.

Viper - You are my twin and supposed to be my other half yet we know nothing about each other. I know that I'm partly to blame for that but can you blame me? I've watched you. I know that you don't value me or even care. I won't waste my time.

Viper - I know that you want to claim me but I refuse. I've watched as you use countless women and treat them like shit. That will not be my life. I am too good for you.

Bear - You were supposed to be my big brother. To watch out for me, protect me, love me. Instead, you control me and yell at me. You can't protect me and I refuse to be a victim of you and Dad's choices.

Bear - I reject your claim. You don't know what it takes to be a proper man and I would never be with someone that hurt my best friend the way you hurt your sister. I don't respect or want you.

Shooter - You are vile. You treat Natalia the worst. You beat her, cheat on her and disrespect her. You have always treated us badly and we never want to see you again. Natalia is too good for you.

Natalia - You deserve so much more than what you have here. We wish that things could have been different. Thank you for all you do to help our family.

Joker - We don't know what to say to you. You were never around but we do know that you tried to stick up for us when you could.

Both our Grandfathers - You are the reason our Grandmothers and Mothers are dead. Your legacy is shit and you both deserve to rot in hell.

The rest of the MC - FUCK YOU!!!

Here's the deal, we are gone. We have made some powerful and helpful friends that are now protecting us so don't try to find us. You won't be able to.

We have all your information. All the trade routes, all the gun and drug information, all the dirty shit on the other MC's. If you don't want everything leaked, you will leave us alone and you will stop beating the women in the club. Both the Old Ladies and the Club Girls. We can still watch you and you will never find all the cameras but good luck trying. A copy of some of the information we have is left on the beds just to prove we aren't messing around.

Also, don't count on that gun shipment this weekend. If you don't want anything else to go wrong, do as we said.

Piss off you fucking bastards!

The Queens"