Sharing Freedom

Chapter Seven

“Free, Creed wants you in his office,” Magnum said as he walked into the room.

Waiting had been hell for Freedom as she tried to play out in her mind the different things that could be happening out in the main room. The others had ignored her pacing and got themselves drinks.

Freedom stopped when Magnum came in and looked at the manager sharply. She hadn’t had any problems with the man; in fact, he was probably one of the few she actually talked to on a regular basis. He always asked how she was doing and if she needed anything, not like the others who ignored her.

Easy stepped aside and nodded. Freedom watched him grin and walk over to Trick who was laying on one of the couches alone. So much for caring, she thought and walked slowly to the door with her head up. f^ck this, she thought. She did what she had to do, and she would do it again.

Magnum followed her out and as they walked to the office on the second floor, her bravado began to wane. s**t, this sucked.

“Go in,” Magnum said and pointed to the door and waited. Like she was going to the firing squad, Freedom hunched her shoulders and walked into the room.

She heard the click of the door behind her and looked up. Creed was in his chair with his feet up on the desk looking relaxed; it was a trick, she knew, because if you looked at his eyes he was pissed off.

“Free, wanna tell me why I just had a bunch of gutter punks trying to tear up my club?” Creed asked softly.

“My father gave me to them,” Freedom said slowly, no more lying, she would face it all head on from now on.

“Wrong answer, babe, not that simple,” Creed said and leaned back in his chair and glared at her. She stiffened, it was the first time the man had really spoken to her other than to grunt and hire her. She could tell he was pissed and she wasn’t sure what was going on.

Freedom blew out a breath and looked at the biker. “My father owed them money and apparently offered me up as collateral when he couldn’t pay,” she said slowly.

Creed was silent for a second and then laughed loudly. “Are you f^cking kidding me? These guys don’t just want you as collateral, babe. They own your ass, and your father also put a f^cking price on your head with an insurance policy. How much is it?”

Shit, what had her father done now? He stopped laughing when tears gathered in her eyes. “Wait, you were serious? You don’t know your father took a policy out on you? He gave you to them to be their f^ck puppet and then kill you for him, so he could get the money, now unless your c^nt is made out of gold, the policy has to be for a lot more than fifty large.”

Freedom gasped at the crude question. “I don’t…” she started.

Creed sat back with a sigh and ran his hands over his face. “s**t, you really are stupid.”

“No….” Freedom started again.

“Babe, you are in serious s**t, more than we thought. You have no clue what the f^ck you are up against. You shoulda run and buried yourself. You are what, thirty minutes from your home? Not far enough,” Creed said. “The only thing you are lucky in is they walked over my grave and disturbed me too. So, here is how we are gonna deal with this s**t. You need to make up your mind if you want us to finish this. ‘Cause if you do, then you are gonna be all in with this and I can’t guarantee anything but your safety, I need to hear you know what I am saying. You will be part of the Warriors Bitches full time and you will live at the club with us. We protect what is ours; you will go in knowing the score. You are a b***h in the club, no more probate s**t, you don’t talk to anyone about club s**t, no calling your daddy and telling him to come and save you. Once you are in, no getting out. No one will force you to do anything you don’t want to do but trust me when I say if you are in, you are gonna get f^cked—a lot. That is what we do, and the Bitches like it. You will too. Unless someone claims you as their old lady, you are fair game. Unless you are on the rag, one of the guys will wander into your room. Anything goes at the club, as long as it is consensual. Shady can give you specifics but you need to make up your mind right now. You in or out. If you are in, grab your s**t, I will have Easy take you back to the club, if you are out, grab your s**t and get the f^ck off Warriors' land, I don’t need the hassle.”

Freedom opened and closed her mouth to answer Creed, but the man had already stood and left the room. What the hell had just happened?

“She gonna go for it?” Magnum asked Creed as they walked back to the meeting room. It was empty, but they smelled the gunpowder in the room, and knew they had already dealt with the bangers.

“I don’t know, and don’t care. We just started a f^cking war, damn it, call the club, let them know to increase security. They will retaliate,” Creed growled and went to the bar in the corner and pulled out a bottle of JD Black Label. He opened the lid and drank it right out of the bottle. Once he had two shots, he turned to Magnum.

“Call the Shop, see how many guns we have. May need to make a run to buy some more. Taking those to Cali put us short, and we need the firepower,” Creed said. “And find out the total amount on her head, we need to know what we are up against.”

“Anything else?” Magnum drawled.

"Have Fork call for church in an hour. We got a lot of s**t to discuss."

"Alright, that it?” Magnum asked on his way to the door.

“One more thing. Get Treat up here, I need to f^cking release some energy. Have her naked and spread in my office in three,” Creed said.

“No prob,” Magnum said as Creed tipped the bottle again.

“f^ck, f^ck, f^ckity f^ck,” Freedom swore as she walked down to the changing room.

“Hey, babe,” Poke said from the men’s bathroom doorway where he was washing his hands. Freedom grimaced when she saw the red water running down the drain. He must have hurt himself.

“Hey,” Freedom said miserably.

“What are you doing?” Poke asked slowly.

“Going to pack my stuff,” Freedom answered and continued down the hallway ignoring the hoots and hollers coming from the main floor. Business as usual, she thought, my life is falling apart around me, no one cares as long as they got a p***y shot.

“Leaving?” Poke said casually and watched her closely. He knew Creed had to have given her a few choices; it wasn’t like their leader was a complete ass.

“I don’t know,” Freedom said.

“What’s the problem?” Poke said curiously.

“Let’s see, leave here with a target on my back or stay here and be on my back.” Freedom laughed.

“What?” Poke frowned. It didn’t sound right. He wondered if Easy knew of the new ultimatum.

“Creed said I could either leave here, or stay, upping my status from probate to become a fulltime b***h, ready to sleep with people,” Freedom growled.

“Hey, I don’t know what the f^ck he said, but none of us would ever force you to do something you didn’t want to do. But being in a club is different from real life, babe, we are different. I won’t apologize for liking s*x, a lot, but I don’t have to force anyone. Like it or not, you are in a mess. If you really want to go, I will buy you a f^cking bus ticket to anywhere. But don’t get all weepy and crying about your lack of choices. I know you have a degree. I know you could have thought of something else. You could have left the first night, and never looked back but you didn’t. What does that say about you? Damn, woman, pull out the f^cking stick up your ass and get on with it. We aren’t holding you prisoner,” Poke said.

Freedom looked at him with wide eyes. He was right, but there was something here that made her stay, she hadn’t thought about it fully before right this second. When she was running, it had been easy to blame it on her father. But after she had come here, something pulled at her, keeping her here. She felt safe here, and she genuinely liked Shady and the Bitches. They made her feel like she belonged.

Damn it, it took a month for her to see what she had been missing. Her mom had died, but even before that, they hadn’t been a family. Her father was more worried about appearances, he had been weak, none of these guys would ever be that weak. They didn’t care what people thought, they were who they were. f^ck the rest of the world.

“I am staying,” Freedom said and turned around, missing Poke’s grin.