She scoffs at my response. “Don’t be so dramatic.
“I did what I thought was right, Dani. You are not one of these people; you are better.” She shocks me, I have never heard her say I was a good person, or better than anyone for that matter. Who is she trying to fool with this mommy of the year bullshit? “I will give you space,” she continues, “but you tell me if you see anything you're uncomfortable with; anything. If one of them comes on to you, you tell me. They’re pigs, savages. A beautiful girl like you, they will come flying to your door.” She stands, making her way toward the door. “Hopefully they are smart and stay away, you being the president’s daughter,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, I get it, Mom. They are bad, mean, nasty, biker trash,” I mock. I open the door, trying to get her the hell out. I’m confused with all of this, I don’t think they are the enemy. In fact, I find it all to be sort of familiar. Maybe I was destined to be biker trash. I can literally feel the walls of school, religion, appearance, anything that wasn’t my father; collapsing around me. I am numb now; I don’t know what I feel or want anymore. Everything I ever believed is a lie. I don’t know who I am anymore.
The last several days have been mostly uneventful. My mother keeps her distance for the most part. She just keeps asking if anyone is bothering me; playing her role of concerned mother. Bull and I are getting closer. For the most part, we've only been able to talk about movies and music, because, of course, my mother butts in any chance she gets. She has really been pissing me off.
I also scoped out the rest of the clubhouse and met an 'Ol’ Lady' named Babs. She is married to Locks. She has bright red hair and green eyes. Her body is thick and her manner is spitfire; I love her already. She's been teaching me a lot of biker slang, like that 'Ol' Lady' means a woman belongs to a club member and is off limits. I've even met some of the club whores; that’s what Babs calls them, anyway; Juliet, a tattooed redhead; Lips, a thick figured brunette with obvious lip injections; and Candy, a busty blond with obvious boob injections.
Juliet is gorgeous. She has sleeves of inked stars and hearts and everything else you could imagine tattooed all over her arms. I’m sure when she's naked there are more. She wears them well. It actually makes me want to get a tattoo. Funny, I used to think girls with tattoos were trashy.
Lips is chunky but not fat. She has light freckles all over her face. She is beautiful and dresses very classy; she doesn't really look like a club whore at all.
Candy doesn't seem to like me; she avoids eye contact and her body language is very cold toward me. She is skinny; like super model skinny, and wears hardly any clothing. Her attitude screams bitch and reminds me a lot of my mother. I’m sure we’ll butt heads before this charade is over.
I've seen Shadow pop in and out of the club here and there. He comes in covered in grease and makes my heart do that flip-flop thing. We don't talk to each other; we try to keep our distance. But I catch him staring at me a lot. He stares at me with hungry eyes and the most breathtaking, yet arrogant smile a man can have. He makes my sex clench and dampen with every megawatt smile; he is so infuriating. A few times, when he had to walk past me, he would brush his arm against mine. The spot he briefly made contact with would feel ablaze. It's the worst foreplay ever; pure sexual torture. His pouty lips, beefy arms, chiseled abs, cute butt and amazing dimples make my lips swell with the anticipation of exploring every inch of him.