Chapter2
1022 Words
Scarlett POV
Today was my sister’s engagement party. Emma was marrying Jake. My ex-boyfriend Jake.
Yeah, you heard that right. My ex.
I’d been dating Jake for six months when Emma came home from college for Christmas. She’d always had a talent for stealing my boyfriends. But I thought Jake was different. I thought we had something real.
I was wrong.
Emma seduced him, got pregnant, and now they were getting married. My parents supported the whole thing. They’d actually kicked me out of my own home so Emma could have my bedroom for the baby’s nursery.
The good news? I never slept with Jake. I still had my virginity. I’d been planning to give it to him on his birthday, but thank God I found out the truth before that happened.
Emma always managed to get any guy I liked to dump me for her. Then she’d get bored and move on to the next one. That’s why I never had a serious boyfriend until she left for college.
But when she came home and met Jake, everything fell apart.
She got pregnant. He proposed. Apparently it was very romantic, but I wasn’t there because they didn’t want me around. That hurt more than I wanted to admit.
My friends kept telling me I dodged a bullet. They said Jake was weak and shallow, and I deserved better.
I wanted to believe them.
I’d moved out after a massive fight with my parents. They chose Emma over me, just like they always did. So I packed my stuff and left.
The engagement party was today, but I wasn’t invited. My parents didn’t want me there because it would be awkward. People would ask questions about why Emma was marrying my boyfriend.
But while they were all at the party, I snuck back into the house to get more of my stuff. With Lily’s help, we packed up everything I owned.
I also went into Dad’s safe and took all my important papers. My birth certificate, my passport, everything that belonged to me. And I took some money too. A lot of money, actually. Plus the jewelry my grandmother left me in her will.
If they were kicking me out, I was taking what was mine.
We loaded everything into Lily’s car and took it to her place. I’d figure out where to live later.
That night, I stayed at Lily’s apartment and tried to figure out my next move.
The next day, I moved into my new place. Well, new temporary place. It was a small apartment above the motorcycle shop where I worked.
The apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and everything I needed. It was small, and the shop was noisy during the day, but it was quiet at night. And nobody would break into this shop. The local motorcycle club owned it, and everyone in town knew not to mess with them.
The guys from the shop had been really nice to me. They were scary-looking, covered in tattoos and muscles, but they’d been nothing but kind.
Lily was helping me carry boxes up the stairs when a group of bikers showed up. They grabbed my stuff and carried it up for us without even being asked.
“Thanks, guys,” I said when they’d brought up the last box.
“No problem, kid,” said a big guy named Crusher. He threw his arm around my shoulders and steered me toward the couch. Then he pushed me down and handed me a beer.
This was how they treated me. Like a little sister. Sometimes I liked it. Sometimes it annoyed me. But today, I was grateful for the help.
“We’re having a party at the clubhouse tomorrow night,” Crusher said. “You should come. Bring your friends too.”
“That sounds fun,” Lily said immediately. She was already making eyes at one of the bikers. “Scarlett, I can pick you up if you want.”
“No, I’ll ride my bike over,” I said.
“That’s the spirit,” Crusher grinned. “Nothing like a good ride to clear your head.”
They stayed because they didn’t want me to be alone on my first night in the new place. Someone ordered pizza, and soon my tiny apartment was packed with six huge bikers. Some sat on the floor. Others pulled up kitchen chairs.
They’d found out about my situation from Rick. When word got around that I needed a place to stay because my family kicked me out, these guys stepped up. They offered me this apartment above the shop for almost no rent.
They even offered to beat up Jake for me, but I said no. I was actually glad to be rid of him. Better to find out he was a cheater now than after we got married.
The pizza disappeared fast. Lily left around midnight, and the bikers left soon after. I had to work in the morning, and it was already late.
“Don’t forget about the party tomorrow night,” Crusher said as they were leaving. “We need our favorite mechanic there. Some of the boys might need a tune-up.”
I knew exactly what kind of tune-up he meant. It had nothing to do with motorcycles.
After they left, I looked around my new home. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. The guys had even taken the trash with them when they left. The place was cleaner than I’d expected.
I’d never been to the motorcycle club’s house before. I’d worked at the shop for almost four years, but they’d never invited me to their parties. Maybe they thought I was too young. I’d just turned twenty, but they probably still saw me as the fifteen-year-old kid who showed up one day and demanded to be Rick’s apprentice.
Rick had laughed at first. He thought I was joking. But I worked hard that whole summer, and I’d been there ever since.
Tomorrow night, I’d finally see what their clubhouse was like. I was nervous and excited at the same time.
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