Clay
The music thumps in the bar, and I watch her dancing with Red, she looks genuinely happy, and it fills my cold, dark soul with joy. She grinds her hips, her arms in the air, and I feel the sudden urge to go stop her, to stop my brothers watching that fine arse the way I am, but I know that she needs this, she needs to be protected, not controlled. It’s been a few days since Brandy pulled her latest stunt, but ever since she’s been banned from the clubhouse, Bella has relaxed, knowing that she can’t just turn up unannounced. I pick up my whiskey, taking a sip and feeling the burn as it slides down my throat. Red grabs her hand and twists her around. Rock comes behind Red, grabbing her by the waist and whispers something into her ear. She turns, smirking before pecking him on the cheek and heading for the stairs, Rock hot on her tail. I shake my head and snigger, those fuckers take every opportunity they can when Mumma bear is watching thekids. Drifter takes a seat beside me at the bar, clapping me on the back, pulling my attention away from my beauty.
“Alright, brother?” he asks. I nod, my attention going straight back to Bella. “She looks happy, you told her the plan?”
“I thought it best she didn’t know, if she doesn’t know and it goes arse over tit she can’t be dragged through the mud.”
“It will all work out,” he mutters, leaning over the bar and helping himself to the bottle of whiskey and a glass. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ve already heard from her that they’re planted, we just need to make the tip-off.”
“It’s a good plan, but I don’t trust Brandy not to open her-” I’m interrupted when a brick smashes through the club house window. I give Drifter a look as if to say I fucking told you so and slam my glass on the bar. Everyone runs outside to find Liam standing there with another brick in his hand, Brandy standing behind him, her eyes darting around until she connects with mine and shakes her head vigorously. “Where the fuck is she?” he growls, passing the brick from one hand to another, either this fucker has a death wish or he’s stupid. I think it’s more the latter.
“I think you need to turn back around and leave, whilst you can still walk,” I shout, clenching my fists beside me.
“Get her the fuck out here!” he continues, pulling his arm back and releasing another brick towards the window. She places a hand on my shoulder, I can feel her hands tremble.
“I’m here,” her voice trembles as she shouts out from behind me. She slides in between me and Drifter, I grab her hand stopping her moving towards him.
“Not a chance, beaut,” I whisper, pulling her towards my side. There is no way I’m letting her down to him. I have no idea what this clown is capable of.
“Hiding behind these fucking arseholes, with their supped-up bikes thinking they own the town, get your fucking skinny littlebackside down here,” he screams. Bella goes to step forward again, her palm sweaty inside my own. I shake my head at her. “Pah, really! You think you can protect her from me?” he bellows, and I laugh.
“Fuck, pal, you’re lucky that you’re her kids’ dad, because right now, if you wasn’t, you’d be part of a new patio area.”
The twat laughs, he actually thinks I’m joking, “Yeah, yeah, alright, mate. You think you’re some gangster. Stay up there in your ivory tower, Bella, but you need to stop poisoning our kids against me.”
“I haven’t said anything about you to our boys, that’s yours and the dirty little hooker behind you’s game, not mine,” she seethes, her grip tightening.
“Do not fucking talk about Imogen like that,” he shouts, grabbing her hand, pulling her forward, she trips on her heels. “She’s going to be the boy's stepmother so show her some fucking respect.”
I look across at Bella, and she has that glint in her eye, the one right before she’s about to pull something. She slides her hand out of mine, taking a step forward, standing in front of the bikers and straightens her shoulders.
“Liam, I have something to tell you,” her voice is dripping with this false sincerity. “She’s a club whore, she takes her clothes off for money and sucks on their cocks for free.”
Liam turns to look at Brandy, who frowns, shaking her head.
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” he snaps. “You’re stupid fucking games won’t work on me.”
“Fine, don’t believe me, fuck, why should I care if she’s fucked nearly every one of these men?” she smiles.
“You’re just a fucking jealous bitch who can’t get over the fact I chose her over you. Why would I want a stale cunt when she satisfies me in ways you never could?” His jaw twitches, and I can tell she’s dragging him in, he pulls Brandy towards the gates.
“Liam,” she shouts, and he stops in his tracks, turning around. “Just one moment.” She turns around to look at us all, her grin infectious, you can see that she feels empowered, and I smile at her, encouraging her. “Fellas, please raise a hand if you’ve fucked Brandy.” Everyone raises their hands except me and Drifter. “Well, looks like you’re with a dirty fucking hooker.”
Brandy screams, “You fucking bitch. You should have jumped off that bridge.”
“What’s the matter, Brandy, the truth hurts?” she snides.
Liam looks at her in utter confusion. “Brandy?” he questions, and her face fills with panic.
“Yeah, that’s her club name, didn’t she tell you?” Bella laughs.
Brandy runs up to Bella, so I push her behind me, “Fuck you,” she spits in my face.
“Nah, that shit is stale.”
Bella tries to get past me, but Drifter closes the gap between us. She hammers her fists into my chest.
“I think you need to come get your whore,” Drifter bellows. Liam watches in complete disbelief, but walks over, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the ground to stop her crusade on me.
