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Chapter 1 Bellamy

So, here I am sitting in the sperm donors lair or clubhouse as bikers call them. And I’m people watching. To be honest it’s really like being in the frat house on a Friday night. Don’t judge me, I may be a genius, nerd and world renowned Merc. But, I still went to college and had a good ol’ time, at times maybe to good. The little time I spent there which was only like two years, because you you know the whole genius thing. Anywhoo

All I see around me are loads and loads of hottie Mic hottness, s*x and a whole lotta booze. And I like it, I’m sure my mother would be losing her mind. Don’t get me wrong my mom is a badass in her own right, but she’s far more ladylike than I am. I guess genetics of the bad boy sperm donor are a lot stronger than anyone thought they would be. Momma knows her babies are some bad mamma jammas and she did her best. Despite her efforts Blaze, my twin and I are wild children and she knows it. So I don’t get the whole momma bear vibe she’s been tossing out lately. Especially right before leaving for this job, it was weird. The whole ‘Remember who you are’ speech was pretty bizarre considering who she is and who our family is. But, I’m not in a place to dissect that at the moment.

“What can I get ya Sugah?” with a bored drawl. A busty blonde pops her gum looking oh so bothered to have to be doing her job. Her voice and scowl just don’t match. Like, girl calm your t**s. Don’t you hate people who apply for a job, get the job and then are assholes while on the job. Cause SAME. I stare at big boob Betty -obviously that’s not her name but we’ll go with it for now- starring for a few moments taking in the layers of makeup, which is caked on. And it’s a a sight to and not a good one let me tell you. Her version of a Smokey eye really just looks like someone pinched the mess out of her eyelids and only her eyelids. And her lashes, good Lawd, it’s like two large centipedes just crawled on her face. Her lashes give me heebie jeebies. And her clothes, Why? Just Why? She has on some really tacky biker club girl chic attire a halter top ten sizes to small a pair of Daisy Dukes that are basically underwear. And her fakest t**s are unbelievably fake. Yuck! Those things are just begging to be returned to sender, to round to big. Ok.. ok I know. Women are suppose to be kind and support one another and all that flowery crap. She started it with her attitude, I’m just sayin.

“Whiskey neat, top shelf” her head raises from the bar top she was wiping down. I look her dead in her eyes, she scowls at me rolling her eyes. I don’t know what her deal is. But this ain’t my first rodeo, I’ve worked with an MC or two in my young life. I’ve had my fare share of run ins with club girls, clubwhores and or patch chasers. They always think I’m encroaching on their territory even if I’m not, even though some times I kinda do. A girl has needs, is all I’m saying.

Listen I won’t lie. But one thing about me I get in, get off and get out. A lot of these women go looking for forever. Not me. If forever finds me I’m ok with it, but I’m not actively seeking it. My mother tried that forever living in a fairytale nonsense and look what happened. Tangent Over

Ok,I get it I’m pretty, I don’t hide it. I embrace the reality that I don’t have to work on it, it’s natural. I got the good genes and I’m not affraid to show it. I’m not a b***h about it it’s just facts. Unlike overly made up Busty Betty. So, it’s not a stretch to simply understand that me being pretty in the presence of the ‘I have to work damn hard and be faker than a Barbie to look this good’ crowd gets a bit testy in my presents. They give me an instant attitude. Whatevs, I don’t generally take offense unless they get out of hand or are disrespectful.

She stares at me as if I just asked her to tell me the Secrets of Life or a cure for cancer. I roll my eyes and repeat my order, she blinks a few times, looks behind me and her overly made up eyes widen and she turns quickly and shuffles away. Interesting

“You lost sweetheart?”

Oh boy, here we go. Is it to much to ask for a girl to be able to sit at a bar, have a whiskey and be nosy? Is it to damn much universe? I sigh. Apparently it is. I turn in my stool to stare into the chest of well, a behemoth of a man. My eyes trail up past his bulging peaks and some very impressive wide shoulders. Making my way up his thick neck full lips and expressive green eyes. Eyes of someone who’s seen some s**t. Eyes I know from my research and photos. Eyes I recognize. Eyes similar to the man known as my sperm donor. Ew! Gross did you think I was describing behemoth in a s****l way, ‘cause again Ewwww!

Because I was born a b***h and never apologizing about that fact. I answer in the only way I know how. “Nope” popping the “P” rolling my eyes and turning right back around to find my yummy whiskey sitting in the bar top awaiting consumption. Yum!

“Well if your not lost there are few reasons for someone like you to be a place like this looking the way you do” Did he really just say someone like me. What, hot, stunning, brilliant and badass with a hint of sass. ‘Cause that’s what someone like me is. Jackass

He’s looking me up and down like I’m a piece of meat. Listen, I’m fine fine. I’m 5’9 with curly long purple hair it’s naturally dark brown but it’s down to my butt. I have a body and curves women pay for. My eyes are hazel and I am Medium Dark Carmel complected. I get it from my momma.

Oh wait Ugh! extra gross, is my brother checking me out. Granted he doesn’t know who I am. But, aren’t sibling suppose to have spidey senses or something. I mean I get it I’m hot. Thanks Mom, good looking out. But seriously he better not be checking me out. My body shivers in repulsion at the thought. Anyways I need to focus, because my brother is hitting on me and THAT is just nasty.

“Listen, I’m in town for a little while trying to connect with my sperm donor, who may or may not know I exist” it’s a lie. I know for a fact he knows I exist somewhere out in this big old world. But that’s neither here nor there. I like f*****g with people and I’m his sister I missed out on 27 years of teasing. I’ve got a lot to make up for. Why not start now? Hmm?

He takes a step back and looks at me with a hard assessing look. “I am under the impression that who I’m looking for is apart of this little marry band of misfits. Maybe you can help me out?”

There is no maybe about it. I know he can, but plan to f**k with big bro is in full effect and I’m kinda giddy about it. I’m such a mean mean girl. But, I can’t help it, it’s in my DNA. And he is my brother after all. Unfortunately, my desire to sit and people watch for a few weeks during their party nights has been kiboshed because of my horny brother and his questioning assessing eyes. Eyes that keep straying to my black tank enclosed boobs. Didn’t I already say EW! gross cause, Gag.

“Well sweetheart the only people that I can think of around these parts that could maybe be who your looking for are Tank and Flicker. And they ain’t here tonight.” He keeps us eyes on me like he’s trying to find a family resemblance, which I know for a fact isn’t there to either man. I’ve done research on this entire club. I know every member old lady and skimmed over the club girls and patch chasers. Come on don’t judge no one really needs to know their names, those girls are interchangeable for these boys. Again… because of research I’m just going to stay on task because it’s fun and I won’t to. Nanenane Booboo

I turn in my stool to fully look at him. My brother and I give him my megawatts smile. Not the I’m going to kill you one, but the I know something you don’t know one. Oh, I’m about to truly and utterly f**k up his day. As is life.

In the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of flowing blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes. Ugh! Taking a closer look, yep it’s the Princess herself. I can tell I’m most definitely not going to like MC Barbie AT ALL. She’s flitting around like the f*****g Queen of England without a care in the world with know knowledge of the monster laying in wait to snatch her up. I give a hard eye roll at how ridiculous and full of herself she seems. How in the gods name are we related? I mean look at her. Skinny as a board all sweet and innocent like, which she most definitely is NOT. Her blonde hair and innocent looking summer dress flowing as she continues to flit, flirt and giggle. I know I just know it’s all a facade. From what I’ve gathered she seems like the type to lay in wait hoping to trample or use you for all your worth. Not a genuine kind bone in that girls body. No bieno, Sisters we are not.

I look at Chase my brother as he squints his eyes, trying to figure out what my eye roll and disgusted look that I just made while looking at his beloved baby sister means. I find it oddly endearing in a brother sister kind of way. Apparently he’s taken offense to my reaction to his sister, or our sister. ‘Cause you know me being the bastered child of the sperm donor and all. Yeah, I never hide what I thinking or am feeling. What’s the point happy, mad, annoyed or horny it is always front and center. I’m known to cut a b***h that gets out of hand around me. So, my give a damn is busted. I feel what I feel and don’t hide it, unless I have no choice. And that is on a vary rare occasion work stuff on occasion. Got to keep it professional every now and again.

Welp, no better time then now to get this s**t over with. “The thing is Chase” his eyes widen slightly then narrow. In the MC world you never call a patched member by his given name in public unless your his old lady or family, even then it can be a bit dicey. Especially when your estranged family. I’m one of those as you now know, but he doesn’t. Yep, this isn’t going to be pretty. “I’m came here looking for my sperm donor, see me and my twin brother are basterds. Dear old donor thought that mother or her children weren’t good enough for this world ‘to weak’ his words not mine and he sent my Mama packing.” I sigh rubbing my temples. s**t!

I sigh again cause I might have gone a bit to far. I could have said that way differently. “He sent my mama away in the cruelest of ways, only to later find out it was all to play house with his wife and three kids. All the while my mama was to raise us alone. Duche Bag move if you ask me, but you didn’t did ya Bruh-ther” staring into his calculating and cold eyes. And the moment I see it click. I see so many emotions filtering in his eyes disbelief, anger, frustration and annoyance to name a few.

Oh yep, shits about to hit the fan.

“The f**k you say?” He grabs me by my arm hard as s**t yanking me out of my chair. Apparently I’ve offended his delicate sensibilities. He pulls me towards to double doors leading out to the front of the clubhouse. I can feel the anger and rage coming off of him in waves. Not unexpected but man, if he doesn’t get his hands off of me soon I might have one less brother. Pretty sure the donor might have an issue with that.

You should ask me if I care. No really ask me.

Yeah I DON’T, not even a little

He shoves the doors open and pushes me down the stairs hard. Now as Queen of not being able to fix my face, I catch my stumbling feet spinning around and fixing him with a glare. See, a b***h like me is deadly AF and I don’t hide it.

“Listen b***h, I don’t know what game your playing. But, whatever your w***e mother told you is a lie. No brother would turn his back on his kid willingly. That ain’t our way” he takes a step towards me and I square my shoulders hand on my hips, quick access to my knives and gun, I’m always carrying, never know when they’ll come in handy. I don’t want to kill him, but I’ll maim the s**t out of his ass if he puts his hands on me again.

“Well, Bruh-ther there is only one way to find out.” I can see it in his eyes he’s getting squarely this ass hat is going to do something stupid. I just know it and them I’m going have to lay him out. Not ideal, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do.

Quicker than the that thought leaves my mind he grabs me by my throat. I’m ‘bout to f**k him up, brother or not. I said it I warned him with my eyes. I warned him. For reals, who raised this i***t?

He pulls me closer staring into my eyes with pure rage, why is he mad? No clue. But he done f****d up. I am a bad ass in my own right, and he’s about to find out. So, reversing this little display pulling my glock from back holster, spinning around kicking him to his knees and holding it to his head. While simultaneously putting my blade to his throat.

“See, I just came here for a few answers and to do a job. I didn’t start this. You did…”shoving the barrel further into his temple, taking in a calming breath I continue.

“I simply wanted to find my sperm donor Gunner Church, get to know him and do the job I’m being asked to do” with a maniacal laugh I’m known for. “But NO, big brother had to get all handsy and be a d**k. Now I’m kinda think I should have stayed my ass in my hotel room, Netflix and chilled. I really wasn’t in the stabby, gun to the dome maiming mood today” I ponder my next move. I really want to donkey punch his ass. Because I know.m, I just know I’m going to have a bruise on my arm tomorrow from his unnecessary man handling. Somehow. Honest to goodness my reflex at this point are getting twitch, because I’m pissed. My body in autopilt. He better be glad I’m cognizant enough not to slit his throat. Well damn to you to survival instincts. I sigh.

“ENOUGH”

“Well... s**t”