Beggar
The wind is blowing through my hair, the guy whose name is Storm, is driving like this is his last ride, and I love it. I'm glad I didn't chicken out, and gladder that I'm going to have a hot bath and hot meal when we arrive at this Clubhouse, he told me about. He said I'm one of them now. Storm said that I’ll never have to be hungry again. It’s crazy that I agreed, but his brown kind eyes told me he was certain that he’ll take care of me and I believe him. For the first time, I believe someone besides my mother and It's stupid, I know. But somehow, I feel lighter. I've never felt lighter, ever. I didn't get to see Falon’s boyfriend nicely, but the guy is tall and imposing. I'm scared of him. When his gaze tracked me from across the road at Lazers I just wanted to wither under his scrutiny. He probably thought I didn't notice but I did. I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he stood across the road surrounded by his people. He was staring at me, and it made me feel like he was a hunter and I, his prey. Doesn't he know that prey never wants to get caught? But Storm has a warmth that I choose to trust. I saw interest spark in his gaze, it wasn't sexual but more curiosity and then understanding, when I asked, “Do I have to hold you and shit?” I Inked that down to a good thing. He didn't mask his face, he didn't look down on me, but showed me that he understood. And I knew I'd be safe with him. Truth is, I was hungry and cold, so fucking cold. After I saved the girl, and her boyfriend swiped the gun, something told me that I was going to have to go with these people, even if Falon hadn't insisted. There was no way her boyfriend was leaving me. I was going willing or not. I had a choice to make, I could go willingly and get treated well or I could go by force, and they’ll spit on me and treat me like crap. I chose the logical route, willingly, and I'm glad, especially since this guy named Storm is taking me on a ride of my life. We stop at a gas station, about sixty miles away from Washington D.C. The bikes all park in one of the four gas lines. My arms are still snug around Storm’s waist, my legs shaky and itchy. I can just imagine what people in cars must be thinking seeing all these big machines moving together. I wonder if it keeps them up at night? The lights in the garage are bright, even with the helmet on. I've never been out at night, normally I'm out cold by now, or somewhere hidden. There's this weird feeling to it, I can't even explain it. These bikers are obviously naturals to the call of the night. I watch Falon and her boyfriend climb off his motorcycle together and head for the garage shop hand in hand. My stomach grumbles at the thought of what they going to buy, reminding me I haven't eaten since this morning. I lost out on that hot meal now. Guess I'm just going to have to stick it out until I get to this Clubhouse. After our tank is filled, Storm taps my thigh causing me to jerk, and my heart rate to spike. I don't like it when men touch me. I don't like it when they touch my thighs especially. I want to run. My instincts are telling me to jump off, but my brain is telling me stay, they aren't a danger to me. There are too many witnesses for Storm to do anything. I start shaking and Storm immediately gets off the motorcycle. My body starts to shiver, vision darkening. I focus on his helmet coming off his head. I watch his stubble jaw and thick brows covering his light brown gaze. There's a twinkle that is close to a smile tugging his lips as his eyes dance in humor. “I don't like to be touched.” I croak pulling the helmet off. As force of habit, I slip my hood over my head. It's going to be a hard habit to break when I get to their Clubhouse. Let's hope they don't mind it too much.Sienna I can’t hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many skeletons in my closet. The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. “Let me take him for a bit,” Natasha whines in a sweet voice. I wait to hear the no, but I don’t. I watch him actually give Kaleb to her. That is a first, even I have to fight Killer for my boy. Not sure why it pains, but it does. I drop my gaze aware his are steel, making the room cold as he stands there after Natasha moves away with Kaleb. “Leave.” His voice whips the air and I am not stupid to know he is talking to everyone else. That is Killer, still a bossy Stone. Always getting his way. I remain on the floor, refusing to look at his face because it will mean staring up at him, and now that we are alone I don’t w
Sienna Beggar and I decided to stop at the shops for some ice-cream. We got back to the clubhouse an hour ago. I’m sitting in front of the television on the carpeted floor trying to watch The Flash, I am a huge Marvel fan. I had a collection of comic books to prove it. Kaleb is on his back kicking his legs, fist in his mouth talking in his loud baby language. Frost, Mercy, Beggar and After were taking up the one long seater, whilst Bull and a biker named Radar took the 2 seater. The two of them stayed with us in case something happened. The club was overly cautious. Natasha hasn’t gotten back as yet, since her ride with Killer. My doing. I couldn’t tell her she couldn’t go on a ride with Killer, because it made me jealous. And frankly I doubt it would have made a difference since Killer was dead set on going for a ride with Natasha on his back, and at that stage I doubted that whatever I said would have changed the outc
Sienna“So ladies, it’s time to ride,” Spade says rubbing his hands together.“As is customary, the bride needs to sit on her haunches, Hannah and Beggar as well. No married women allowed,” Snake voices as Hannah points to her belly. Beggar just ignores them, and talks to After. I smile at her no care attitude. I can see why Zero chose her. “What must I do?” Natasha asks.“You can ride with me,” Killer says and my heart drops, like someone just threw ice water and woke me up from a dream.“Get that shit out of your head, I need to do this,” Killer says. “What? Go fuck my cousin?” I yell, and get up walking away.I leave the table and Killer follows me to the kitchen where Mercy and Knight stand by the sink washing dishes. “What’s the problem SIENNA? You have my ring on your finger, we just got married,” He asks and that is the big question isn’t it. What is Sienna’s problem?
Sienna“Sin,” Killer yells again, and I am so close to the point of strangling him if he calls my name one more time. He was up at the crack of dawn and already showered.I woke up three times during the night to feed Kaleb without any help since Mister didn’t want anyone in our bedroom when the door was closed.“I’m coming,” I snap trying to get my jeans up my ass. He takes me to a church with Kaleb at the back of the car. We jump out and Mercy, After, and Frost are waiting outside. My cousin looks sexy in a white figure hugging dress and black heels. Mercy is wearing a purple number and After has on a pants suit. Their hair are styled and makeup done to the 9’s. I look down at my jeans and then at my boyfriend, who is holding Kaleb to his chest, also in a suit. “Don’t look at me, you wanted to wear jeans.” Boy does he look sexy in his shades.“Come on, the service is about t
Sienna3 months laterThings with Killer were good, we didn’t talk about the file since that day. And no one talked about the day he wanted to kill me. The clubhouse was on locked down but we still spent our days in the river and riding the horses which I later found out was Killers. I went through Diamond’s videos, but I always felt I was missing something. Killer got Michael to add other cameras in the place but something wasn’t adding up. Our interaction with Michael was good not just for Killer, but for Frost. She was texting him again and it made a difference to her life.We didn’t make love, and it wasn’t for my lack of trying. But whenever I kissed him and I made a move for his pants he bolted up and made some excuse about something he had to do. I didn’t mind, because we spent our nights in the same bed.Kaleb was getting big and sitting up and he looked like a small mini me. Fros
Sienna"I can't Kevin." A tear slides down as I push him back."What are you scared of Taylor, I already know who you are.""Don't call me that," I snap at him."But that is who you are, Taylor Sinclair.""Who I am? This!" I pull at my cheeks, I point at my nose and circle my face, "Isn't me, I’m a fraud, a plastic surgeon’s makeup."He grabs my wrist again, "You are not that inside. You are the girl who drank my shitty milkshake 20 years ago, looked me in the fucking eyes and told me it was the best milkshake you’ve ever tasted. That girl, with brown hair, dimpled cheeks and light fucking green eyes that have haunted me, every night for ten fucking years. The only difference is now she is shaded by life. But not that." "I’m the girl who tried to kill her sister’s father out of jealousy, the one you kicked out of her home." He frowns, and swallows, "You that too, but how the fuck where you suppos