“Are, ah, are you staying?” she asks hesitantly. I sit there thinking about her question, I'm not trying to be rude, but I honestly don’t know how to answer. Truth is, I don’t want to go back to New York, to the life I lived sitting in a house, studying and watching TV, because my mother thought if I was given the chance I would stray off the right path. Sadly, she is right. After seeing how the other half of me lives, it seems mundane to go back to New York. I want the Motorcycle Club world, at least what I have seen of it. Living on the edge is way more appealing to me than anything my mother could ever offer. Maybe that’s why I didn’t feel like I fit in, in New York. My blood knew I was born with more tenacity than what I was giving myself credit for, and to finally be around what I was bred to do seems fitting rather than immoral. I hadn't even been shocked last night when Bull said they were going to kill the fuckers who had shot at us.
“Well, I know we all would love it if you stayed. I’m sure we could get you a little apartment or something; get you all set up. You think on that, doll.” She grabs my plate of half-eaten eggs and strides into the kitchen, leaving me with thoughts of actually having a life here in L.A. and getting away from my mother. Maybe I can start my life over doing what I really want to do and not worry about what my mother would do to disown me.
I look around the club, noticing only a couple of guys are left. Prospects from what their cuts say. Where are all the Ol’ Ladys? Every time I'm here all I see is Babs.
Babs walks out of the kitchen holding a cup and eyeing me as I look around the club. “You looking for someone?” she asks over the rim.
“I just noticed I never see any Ol’ Ladies here but you. Are all the guys single, or something?” I ask, seeing how most of these guys are brutes, that wouldn’t be an unfair assumption.
“Nah,” Babs says chewing on ice. “There are a couple Ol’ Ladies, but they’re not allowed here unless a family gathering is going on. Club Law.” She raises her eyebrows as she says club law.
“I’m here because Bull favors me. I clean up all the shit around here and do what needs to be done. Could have one of the skanks do it, but they don’t do it near as well,” she says, putting glasses under the bar.
“Oh,” is all I can muster.
“and… I can make sure Locks keeps his dick in his pants,” she says slamming the cabinet door, “Win, win for everyone.” She walks back in the kitchen, leaving me a little shocked. Locks cheated? Why would she stay with him? Do all the guys cheat behind their Ol’ Ladies backs? The more I hear about being an Ol’ Lady, the more I don’t want it.
I need to go check on my mother and make up a lie about leaving the safe house. Last night I could tell my dad did not want my mother to know about the drive-by, and neither did I. She would just make everyone’s life hell, and she would be on top of me more than ever.
I knock on the door of the room my mother is staying in; I can hear her grumbling as she stomps over to the door.
“What!” she snaps, as she flings the door open. She looks like shit and that is putting it nicely.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, shocked to see me.
“There was a huge leak at the safe house; flooded the whole damn place,” I lie. It was the only thing I could think up. I stare down at my feet avoiding eye contact, my mother has always caught me when I've lied before, but I’m hoping her hangover wins over her asking me questions.
“So we‘re staying here?” She unsteadily walks back to her bed and climbs under the blankets.
“Yeah, for now, anyway.”
“Good, I want to be here.” My eyebrows shoot to my hairline in surprise. Why in the hell would she want to be here instead of the safe house? One thing is for sure; my mother is high maintenance and the club is anything but fancy and classy. That may be why I love it, I am pleased by simple rather than extravagant, but my mother is a different story. And after the phone call last night and my mother’s random behavior, I can't help but wonder what she’s up to. I’m going to be beyond pissed if she’s trying to patch things up with Stevin behind my back, especially after he tried to kill her... or so she says, anyway. Before I can ask she is falling back asleep.
Walking back to my room I see Candy coming down the hall to one of the guest bathrooms. She has on a white dress that is way too tight and very short, and her nipples are poking through the top. She is clearly not wearing a bra. I try to get over to my side of the hall as far as I can, if herpes can jump, they'll be throwing themselves off of her.
“Well, well, look what the dog dragged in,” she spits at me as she walks by. Her neck nearly snaps as she watches me. If I stop to argue with her, I will drop her ass to the ground. I can't stand her, and after learning who her mother is, I want to beat her ass that much more.
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