The Devils Choice

The first meeting

We stood outside this rusty old shed. It had a huge sign above the door and the first 10 bikes scattered outside. “What is this place?” I already knew, but I had to ask nevertheless. “It’s a clubhouse. I’m in a club. It’s called ‘Devils Choice’.” It’s what I thought I would be. My dad started speaking again. “We are going to see the president. His son is the one who bought the taser.” I was fuming. Who the f**k buys a taser in somebody else’s name. My dad walked in front of me, opened the door and we went in to the devil’s den. Everyone turned around and starred at us.

“Hey Alycia go sit at the bar. I will be right back.” I did as he said because I thought it would be for the best. I saw my dad disappear behind another door. Most of the men had stopped staring at me. Thank God. I pulled out the chair at the bar. Another man sat at the end of the bar. I needed something strong. “Hey, you there. Can I get a rum and coke?” The bartender quickly appeared with my order. I normally don’t drink in the afternoon, but after day I had have I didn’t care that much. While waiting on my dad a man came and sat down beside me. I didn’t look up. Kept my eyes on my drink. An unfamiliar voice spoke up. “Hey angel. It isn’t safe for a little girl like you to sit here all by herself.” I turned my head to give him a piece of my mind.

I was speechless. He looked good. He was younger than most the men here, dark hair, dark eyes and a sculptured face. He smirked and I realized that I was staring a little too long. “Like what you see angel?” I suddenly looked away. “Most definitely not. You are not my type. A little too old I think.” He looked shocked and a little angry that I called him old. I don’t think that ever happened to him. He seemed like a guy who was used to getting what he wanted. “Who do you belong to angel?” BELONG TO. Is this guy for real? I don’t belong to anybody!! “Excuse me…... belong to. We are in 2020, you do know that, right? No woman belongs to any man.” A little smirk followed by a laugh appeared on his lips. “I think you misunderstood me angel. Who in this club are you screwing?” My cheeks turned red. What an asshole. “One: can you please stop calling me angel and two: I am not in a relationship with any of these men.” I looked around at the men to make my point clearer. His eyes suddenly became a bit darker. It suited him, but also made me a bit scared. “Well angel, if that is true why don’t we go and find a room to release the pressure?” Know I was mad. Who does this guy think he is? I stared right in to his eyes as I said “Well even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I don’t think my dad would approve.” His eye color turned again. This time to his original color. “Angel what is your last name?” I didn’t know if I should answer him. The door behind me opened. “Alycia, are you ready to go?” My dad called out. The man next to me looked disturbed. “Miller is your old man?” I jumped off the chair and quickly said “Yes” and followed my dad out the door.

We drove around for a while before stopping to get some food. My dad went to order our food. “The guy you were talking to at the bar…... it’s the guy who ordered the taser.” I wasn’t going to get mad…… yet. I knew I had to take this out on somebody, but not my dad. I had to go back to the clubhouse. “It was a dare. A couple of weeks ago me and all the guys sat around the club drinking. Somebody said they wanted a taser. I don’t remember who, but one of the guys dared me to buy it. I said I wouldn’t because of the possibility that the taser could get confiscated. The guy that ordered the taser went through my phone to find a person’s address so that the police couldn’t trace it back to us. I just didn’t know who he ordered I to.” I was amazed. How can grown men act so childish. I needed to find this guy. “Dad. What is his name?” “Alycia!? You are not going to do something stupid are you!?” Silent filled the room. “His name is Benjamin but he goes by Ranger.” I started laughing and I couldn’t stop. There was something funny about this whole situation. And what is whit this name. “Seriously? His name is Ranger? What is your name.” My dad clearly couldn’t see how hilarious this was. “I don’t have a name. Names are for people that are a bit more…… dominating. He isn’t someone to mess whit Alycia. Remember, his father owns the club, and he is not a good person himself.” I understood what he meant, but that wasn’t going to stop me. We drove home and I fell asleep faster than normally.