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Prologue Bellamy

You think this is one of those stories where poor, sad damsel in distress is running from danger. Well it’s most definitely NOT. Y’ll learn soon enough, I’m no damsel and the only stress I have is what I’m having for breakfast. As they say it’s the most important meal of the day and all that hoopla and a girl always needs her brain food. But, I digress.

I’m a 27 year old genius badass mercenary with a few daddy issues. Which basically does not equal damsel in distress, just sayin’.

Okey… okey let me get back on track. I’m trying to solidify my way in the world. And… I kinda want to learn a little more about where I came from. And of course do my job. Which luck would have it, with this next assignment I’m gonna kick ass and kill two birds with one stone. Go ME!

See, I’m kind of one of those girls that just loves to run head first into danger, an adrenaline junky if you must put a label on me. Because, say it with me I’m a badass mercenary b***h. And my job helps me keep life exciting it exciting. I’m rambling again. Grrr.

Anyways…

People pay me a lot of money for what I do what comes naturally to me, what I was trained for. And I love my job. Even if there are jobs thrusted on me by my well meaning mother, whom I love dearly. But, mom she’s a meddler. And she is most definitely meddling.

Although this brand of meddling in her mind may be for the best... I say maybe because this brand of meddling is beneficial because it allows me to get up close and personal and be a nosy b***h. I want to get to know the man that didn’t want to get to know me. And I can tell, you have question. Well, sit back relax grab some snacks and a drink. Because boys and girls your in for a dozey. And let me tell you this family drama is spicy. It is drama to rival all family drama. And through it all I get to do what I do best. Wink.. wink..

Stop right there. Do not pass go do not collect $200

I know what your thinking I absolutely did not answer a single question. And to that I say hold your horses I’m getting there. My mom who is AWSOME she raised me, trained me and made me into the boss I am today. Raising me to be of strong mind and will and maybe a touch crazy. But, honestly aren’t we all a little coo coo for coco puffs, yes yes we are. Anywhoodle

Getting back to my point of why all of this is happening, why I’m heading down this path and why my life takes a drastic turn or at least I think it will. She, my mom knows who my father is, where he is and what he’s up to. She always has. To me it’s a bit stocker-ish, but I’m not judging. According to her she understands the choices he mad and why he made them. Even if me and my brother don’t agree. Honestly I think she still loves him even with all his “faults”. But, his lifestyle according to her was to dangerous for us, so he choose to live separate lives for our sake, which meant she raised us on her own with zero help from him. No cards, no calls, no Christmas and definitely no birthdays. It was just us and the family against the world. Literally, but we’ll get to that later.

If we want to keep it 100, I think it’s because my Daddio was a cheating prick who put his eggs in the wrong basket. Or should I say swimmers. Anywhoo, I, when I say I… I really mean my brother Blaze. We did a bit of research on Daddy Dearest. One, because it’s our job and two because I’m a nosy b***h, but you already know that. In our research we found that he has or had a wife or an old lady as bikers call their women. He married her when my mom was pregnant with me and my twin brother. He stayed married to her for quite some time, divorcing a few years ago. They had a few devil spawn, two sons and a daughter of my research is correct. And I know it is because my brother is a loon and can find an ant in a forest just using his spidey techy senses. He’s a freak of nature that one. The sperm donors eldest non basterd is two months older than us. The other two the twins are two years younger, You get the picture. My daddy was a rolling stone. I’m not judging but good golly. He’s not even 50.

It’s interesting that Mister-I-don’t-want-my-baby-to-be-raised-in-this-life-your-to-weak-to-deal-with-this-lifestyle, just didn’t want us. But, decided, ‘well damn, if I got one why not keep going’. I’m not bitter I promise. I just find it interesting that he had no issue raising his “Princess” and sons to be all ‘bout that MC life. And treated them like- according to the research- f*****g royalty. My end of the research can maybe be considered a tad bit stocker-ish, I got a few side eyes and eye rolls from my brother on the number of resources that I used to gain every bit of information on our family as I could before going in and doing my job.

The funny thing for a 1% motorcycle club all they asses are on social media especially her. You’d think with you know illegal dealings they maybe try to limit their presence and track ability. From what I can tell they are living their best lives loud and proud for the world to see. And with zero remorse or concern with what anyone else thinks or believes.

Anyway, I just want to get to know the guy, since I’m in the area on a job that he’s kinda sorta apart of. To be hones if not done right it can truly affect him, his club and his family and I don’t want that. It sucks that we are going to meet under these circumstances but life never follows instructions, so I’m going with the flow.

With this job honestly, I think my mom went snooping for it.

As I’ve said she’s a meddler. And up until recently we haven’t herd anything about the club or it’s affiliates having issues with outsiders.

So, with everything in hand and the knowledge that I can help them even though they never asked and probably don’t know. I think I can take this time to get to know him, my siblings and his marry band of bad boy misfits.

So, what better time to get to know him and his brude then spend a little time with my family. Maybe after I get this job done then I’ll stick around a bit, test the waters, maybe.

What do I do, you ask. Ha! I’d tell ya but I’d have to kill ya. Cause you know the whole mercenary thing and all. I’ll give you a little cause I really hate killing. I take out the trash and save the innocent it’s as simple as that. I’m like Robyn Hood and Peter Pan wrapped in a super cozy pink blanket.ld to see. And with zero remorse or concern with anyone else.

Anyway, I just want to get to know the guy, since I’m in the area on a job that if not done right can truly affect him, his club and his family. With this job honestly, I think my mom went snooping for it. As I’ve said she’s a meddler. And up until recently we haven’t herd anything about the club or it’s affiliates having issues with outsiders. And believe you me my mother would know.

So, with everything in hand and the knowledge that I can help them even though they never asked and probably don’t know. I think I can take this time to get to know him, my siblings and his marry band of bad boy misfits.

So, what better time to get to know him and his brude then spend a little time with my family. Maybe after I get this job done then I’ll stick around a bit, test the waters, maybe.

What do I do, you ask. Ha! I’d tell ya but I’d have to kill ya. Cause you know the whole mercenary thing and all. I’ll give you a little because I pretty sure your as nosy as I am and not knowing everything. is killing you. I take out the trash and save the innocent it’s as simple as that. I’m like Robyn Hood and Peter Pan wrapped in a super cozy pink blanket.

Are you ready, because we are going to go on one hell of a wild ride.