The Renegade’s (MC series) Ride or die for those you love

Angel's POV As a kid, I was always taught to learn to be the best but never own up to the best. But I never expected my life to be where it is. My parents were great, they loved me and cared for me until they had my little sister. We were only a year apart but it felt like she was the oldest in their eyes, where me, I had to watch what I was doing when she was around. And that was a lot. School was easy half the time. We were in separate classes until gym or lunch. In gym, she would try to wreck me with her friends and in lunch, if I didn't eat my food fast, she would try to take it or dump it on the ground. During the summer, I would stay with my grandparents. That was where I actually learned stuff. My grandmother, she would show me how to cook, sow, garden, whatever a woman should know what to do. My grandfather, he would show me how to hunt, fish, camping, and even work on cars, trucks, and bikes. He had a few bikes of his own, and a few nice cars that he collected. Only drove them when he wanted to. But the one bike, he was always working on in the garage, in town at his shop. And the other one he had, he always rode it everywhere, even with me behind him. Even if it was a ride in town or a trip with some of the guys he works with or friends with. One day he took me to his shop, I hung out there for the whole day, cleaning up the place and he even showed me a few things on a bike. When a group of guys on their bikes had showed up and asked him for a job there at the shop to help out since it was just him and a few other guys. Found out it was the MC that lived about 50 miles up north on that big open land by the watering hole that gramps had taken me all these years. He knew the owner of the club so, he let us come through. Gramps says that he kinda run this town that they keep it safe from bad guys like other gangs/MC's. So yea, he let some of the guys come and work with him. There was this big guy, he couldn't be no more than 18-25 years old, him and my gramps were always together, talking and when I was around he was always watching me. But then again I was little. I was only 8 years old. By the time I was 13 years old, I was in middle school along with my sister. And well let's just say, middle school, school was not the best. She found a few more friends to join her click and well one of those friends, didn't like me. But I had found out why, a boy she had liked was always talking to me at lunch. His name was Larry. He was a cool guy but he wasn't really my type. But that didn't stop her from beating me up when she saw us together. Every single day, she would find me in the locker room and beat me up. And when I got home, my sister would beat me up as well. One day, our parents walked in on her slapping me around and asked what was going on, my sister had told them that I was being mean to one of her friends at school talking to a boy they had liked. Our mother would tell my sister to give everything she had into me. By that night I was black and blue. I was sore all over. Just glad it had happened to been the weekend. And usually the weekends, I would run away to my grandparents house to be safe. This time, I had grabbed my bicycle and rode to gramps shop. When I got there, I dropped my bike outside the shop and stumbled into the shop getting all the guys attention. The one guy that was like gramps head guy, ran to me from where he was at just as I had fell over. When I had came to, I noticed I was in the back on a cot. The head guy was rubbing my face with a rag. I sat up quickly and looked around. The head guy, I found out his name was Kyle, he had told me I was at the shop and that I had passed out from being beaten up on. He asked what had happened and I told him that my little sister had put her hands on me because of her friend. He shook his head at me then laughed. Told me I'm supposed to be the big sister and I should be the one beating her up not the other way around. I had asked where gramps was, he had told me he was on a trip, a few towns over to get some stuff for the shop and left him in charge. I stayed at the shop in the back until gramps came back and he was pissed when he saw the marks on me. He had called my parents and yelled at them for letting my sister do that but I over heard my mother tell him that it was my own fault, that I had to learn. Gramps had hung up on my parents and told me he was gonna teach me a few things. And that was what he had done. When we got home, he told grandma that I was moving in with them and that he was gonna teach me how to fight. So grandpa and I went over to the house to get my stuff and brought it over to his house. Every night after school or the shop, he showed me some moves. And for payment for that, I was gonna help at the shop. He said he pay me to have some side money when I wanted to buy me stuff without asking them and grandma said it was smart. So from the time I was 16/17, I knew everything about living and how to fix anything that came to mind. But that was also a bad time for me as well. I was at the shop with the guys working on a bike when a few cops had showed up and came to me. Kyle came over to us asking what was the problem. But they told him that they needed to speak to me in private so I showed them the back and we talked. The lead detective had told me, my grandparents were in a terrible accident that they had died from the impact. I screamed at the top of my lungs, yelling no as I fell to the ground crying. Kyle came running into the back and saw me on the ground crying. He ran to me and asked what was going on. They told him what they told me. Kyle took in a sharp deep breath saying no then looked down at me. They asked him who, he was to the owner and he told them that he was the next to head guy for the owner when he was gone. And that he belonged to the MC of this town. When he had told them that, they had told him that he had lost a few people of their own as well he had asked who as he was holding me in his arms. They named some names and told him what had happened. That a semi had lost control of his truck and took out 3 cars and 4 bikes. He had said that 3 of the people that were on bikes had die from being tossed off the bikes and the ones in the cars died from being smashed. I didn't know the names of the people that were on bikes but Kyle did. When the cops had left, a few of the guys came by the door and looked at us. I was so upset that I couldn't control myself. I tried to get up and get back to work but I kept loosing concentration on what I was working on. I had hurt my hand when I was trying to tighten a bolt. I was so mad that I stood up, threw the wrench and kicked the bike over. I made some of the guys jump when I done all that. I went over to my bench and slid everything on the floor, making Kyle and a few guys come over to me and grabbed me. I started hitting Kyle in the chest at the same time I was crying. As he was rubbing my back, he told me in my ear let me take you home. I nodded at him at the same told he told the guys he was taking me home and told them to clean up this mess. I was about to tell them no that I had it but I couldn't find my voice. I felt him lift me up in his arms and carried me towards his bike and got on with me still sorta in his arms. The ride wasn't long since I didn't live that far from the shop but the ride felt great. The air in my hair, what wind I felt on my face. It felt nice. Once he got me home, he helped me into the house and put me on the couch. He grabbed my phone out of my pocket and put his number in there. He told me if I ever need him or help to call him. And I nodded before he left. After that everything had changed and was gonna be hard on me but I'll take whatever dishes out on me.