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She wouldn’t put it past him to actually be having a drink with Eagle, or trying to work his way into the good graces of the club. That was the kind of man he was. He’d fucked up years ago, and rather than accept it, he did nothing but try to get back into the club by any means possible. The truth was, no one was ever going to accept him. They didn’t want him back because he was a total fuck up.
The club lived by two values, trust and loyalty. She knew it extended out to other traits, but those were the two main words she always saw and heard with the guys. The women knew it as well, the old ladies and club whores. With her father running away years ago when times got tough, or something like that, he’d permanently cemented himself in the category of “hanger-on.” She hated it.
The men treated him as lesser of a being, and she had to sit back and watch it tear him apart. Not to mention her mother.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Riley said.
“Am I? Come on. You’re such big, tough men. Bring it. I’m tired of this bullshit. You want to throw stuff at me, fine. You want to push me against lockers, hurt me. Then do it right in front of my face. Let me see you be the big, tough men you claim to be.” She stepped up to them and slammed her hands against Riley’s chest. She didn’t know which one had thrown the skin, and she really, really didn’t care.
Pain filled her body, but it wasn’t physical. This kind of pain was something she couldn’t control. She could only stare in the faces of those around her.
She was tired of being second best to the club, but more than that, she was fed up of these guys getting to her. This was her last year of high school, and she wouldn’t allow them to hurt her.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me.” Riley shoved her hard, but she only went back a step.
Flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she used her entire body, and rammed him hard in the abdomen, and Riley went tumbling. Hand clenched into a fist, she struck out at Ian, who looked positively shocked by her.
Next she turned to Alfie, who merely smirked at her.
“You think I’m not going to hit you because you’re a girl.”
“I’m counting on it,” she said.
This guy was on her shit list, would always be on her shit list, and right now, she was sick of him. She hated him with every single fiber of her being.
She’d never considered herself a violent person until this very moment, and knowing it was because of him, it made her angry at herself.
She should just grab her stuff and leave, but they’d thrown a rotten banana skin at her. She deserved better.
Not once had she ever fucked with them, or taken her anger out on any of them. She didn’t beg for their attention the way her father did.
There were plenty of girls already throwing themselves at them, and she wasn’t going to be one of them.
“What’s the matter, princess?” he asked.
“Leave me alone.”
“You see, my two buddies are winded. Are you giving up? A coward like your father.”
“I’m not a coward.” She stepped up to Alfie, but unlike with Ian and Riley, she didn’t know how to play this hand with him.
He’d hated her for a long time, far longer than she had him.
Taking a deep breath, she waited, one, two, three, wondering what she should do. In the back of her mind she saw the boy screaming, begging for his father to stop as he got his ass smacked. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Eagle hit his son, and she had no doubt it wouldn’t be the last, but right now, at this very moment, she didn’t want anything to do with more violence.
Glancing away from Alfie, she saw what she’d done.
She’d actually attacked them. Feeling shame flood her body, she shook her head. No, no more.
“You know what? You’re not worth it. None of you are.” She reached out to grab her bag. “I’m not doing this.”
She went to walk away, but suddenly her bag was yanked from her hands and she was thrown to the ground, and Alfie on top of her.
“You think you’re better than us, is that it? You think you can throw your weight around, act all tough and when it suits you walk away? You touched two of my boys. Two of the club, and you will fucking pay.”
“You’re not even president yet. You’re not patched in members. Not even prospects. I’m not touching the club. I’m touching their property. You’re nothing more than property.”
“And you think you’re not? You think with your father sniffing around my father’s ass all the time, you’re not club property? You are. He can use you and discard you whenever he sees fit.”
