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“Yeah I am.” Posey shyly replies. She’s not good with meeting new people. She hands her the schedule and I go back to working on the last of the paperwork.
“We have all our classes together! This is going to be awesome. We’re going to be the best of friends. I can feel it now.” This girl has a lot of energy. “The bell is about to ring. We should probably go.
“Alright Posey. I’m finished here. I’ve got to get to the clubhouse. You can catch the bus and meet me there. I showed you where it is yesterday. Do you remember?”
“Yes ma’am. I’ll meet you there after school.” Posey replies.
“Clubhouse? You mean the Broken Angels clubhouse? You can ride with me there. My mom, or one of the moms normally pick me up and take me there. My brother, Ghost, is one of the enforcers for the club. My dad is a founder.”
“Can I mom?” Posey asks, turning towards me. I’m glad she’s already made a friend, but I’m not sure. I don’t know these women, but they are part of the MC.
“Sure honey. Let me know when you’re on your way. You better get to class. I love you sweetheart.” I bring her into a hug and thank God that she doesn’t get embarrassed when I show her affection at school. “Have a good day. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kelsey. I’ll see you girls after school.” The girls rush out of the office and into the hall. I make my way out of the school and to my beater. I need to get a new car. Hopefully I’ll be able to with this new job. Posey will be getting her license soon, so she’ll need a car when she starts to drive as well. She has her learners permit and almost has enough hours to go for the test, but she has to wait until she’s sixteen, which is four months away, on Christmas.
I get into my car and start it up. I’m lucky that it still starts when I turn the key. I’ve had this vehicle since I turned sixteen and learned to drive. Making my way out of the school parking lot, I head in the direction of the Broken Angels, MC clubhouse to start my new adventure. My daughter has already started hers. Now it’s my turn. I just hope it goes okay.
Trigger
Today’s the day that the new accountant shows up so all the brothers that have a chair at the table need to be at the clubhouse. Morgan is going to the school with my mom to see how advanced he is in his learning. I’d go if I could, but I need to be here for church. My mom said it was just going to be a bunch of waiting while he’s in doing testing anyways. It still pisses me off finding out that he was locked in a room for twelve years. Every time I think about it my blood fucking boils and I want to put a bullet in her fucking skull. I’m not one for harming women, but this bitch is fucking asking for it. I know there’s more to it as well because of his mannerisms, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. He wants to forget it all happened and start new. Who am I to prevent that from happening?
We all visited Hannah and Linden before taking off back to the clubhouse. The way Megan was acting when we walked out of the hospital made me want to throttle her, and then she jumped me. I thought I’d still feel something if we were to ever kiss again, but there was absolutely no connection there. When we got back to the clubhouse, my parents took their grandson to my house. Megan was throwing a fit when they took him. I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. Just thinking about the conversation, I had with her last night makes me want to kill something.
“You’re not taking my son anywhere. He’s staying wherever I stay.” Megan screeches from the doorway to the room she’s staying in, that’s also heavily guarded.
“You have no fucking right to call him your son! You’re the one that left him in the fucking bedroom for his whole damn life. You’ve more than likely done so much more to him that he won’t fucking talk about, but mark my words, I will find out. They’re taking him to my house and there’s not a single fucking thing you can do about it. Get the fuck over it.” I snarl. I’m pacing the main room, trying not to lose my cool in front of my son. You can easily see the rooms in the hallway from this room. “Go with your grandma and grandpa. I’ll be there after a while.”
“Okay. Thanks dad.” That one word had my entire body losing its anger. I never thought I would be a father after losing Megan. I turned into a cold-hearted son of a bitch after she died. I had walls that had walls. I had an ice casing around my heart. Then this boy comes and breaks it all away in the short amount of time I’ve known him. I’m a fucking dad. I watch as Morgan walks out of the room with my mom and dad. Once they’re gone, all my attention is on her.
“Explain.” I tell her. By now, all my brothers are in the same room. All except for Jackson because he’s still at the hospital with Hannah. It won’t be hard to explain everything to him later. We want him to bask in the joy of his daughter being born. I wish I could be getting to know my son instead of dealing with his cunt of a mother.
“I don’t have to explain anything to you. I just came here to get protection, not bare my fucking soul to you. I came here because I thought that you’d be fucking happy that I was still alive. I thought you’d be happy that I wasn’t really dead, but I can see I was fucking mistaken. I can see that my plans for us aren’t going to happen without a fight.” Megan says.
“You can get the fuck out then.” Westyn snaps. “You can tell us everything or you get the fuck out. I don’t need your psycho ass bringing fucking drama to my club. It’s not going to fucking happen. There is no more you and him. You lost that right when you decided to keep his son from him. There were plenty of opportunities to come to us.”
“If I leave, I’m taking my son with me.” She sasses, thinking she’s got the upper hand.
“I don’t think so honey. What you did to that sweet boy is called neglect and child abuse. Therefore, your ass will be going to jail and losing him.” Ali steps in.
“Eliot wouldn’t let you do that. I did what I did to protect him. Venom is a mean son of a bitch. If I didn’t have him locked away, I don’t know what would have happened to him. I couldn’t risk anything happening to him. He was my only connection to you.” She says the last part to me. “The one true love of my life. I thought I was doing the right thing!” Megan wails, throwing herself at me, again. I quickly catch her before pushing her away from me. “What the fuck Eliot? I wanted you to console me like you used to when we were younger.” All signs of her tears are gone.
“It’s Trigger. Start calling me that. Like I said, you don’t get to call me Eliot anymore. I want nothing to do with you. Just because you brought me my kid, doesn’t mean I’m going to jump back in bed with you. We just went over this not even an hour ago. Nothing is ever going to happen between the two of us again. It’ll do you good to get that through your head. I’m pretty sure you’re fucking lying to us. Your tears disappeared really fucking quick there. Another thing, no one tells Ali what she can and cannot do.”
“Let’s get some rest. I’ll put a call in to Venom in the morning. See if we can meet up and get his side of the story.” Westyn says.
“NO! You can’t do that. He can’t know we’re here. The plan isn’t ready yet.” Megan jumps in, cutting Westyn off.
“I can and I will. I am the President of this club. Not you. I run things how I want to. No one tells me how to run my house. You’d do well to remember that. I’m going to find out what the fuck you’re hiding and when I do, you won’t like me.” With that, Westyn walks from the room.
“Prospects! I need you to stand guard at her door. I need two on the windows outside as well, if she tries to flee, shoot first and ask questions later. I don’t trust this bitch as far as I can throw her.” I walk out of the clubhouse at towards my own home.
“Trigger. Trigger!” I snap out of my thoughts and focus back to the conversation at hand. We’re all sitting in the room we hold church trying to go over some last-minute things before we need to greet the new accountant.
“What?” I say after I regain my bearings.
“We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. We’re getting ready to call Venom. I don’t trust anything that Megan said. If she could lie about her being dead as well as having your son, it’s hard telling what else she would lie about.” I nod and agree. I can’t trust her. Not ever again. Westyn dials the number, and we wait for him to answer the phone. After a few rings, his rough voice filters through the room.
“Venom.”
“Hey Venom, it’s Breaker. President of the Broken Angels, MC. I’ve had some information come my way recently about you that I’d like to fact check before shit goes any farther. Do you have a few minutes?” Westyn is smooth when talking to the other Presidents. It’s what makes him a great president for our charter. He’s not just any ole president thought. He’s the mother charter President. We have eight other charters underneath his rule. It can get hard at times, but that’s why he has all of us.
