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Chapter 1: Sienna
Notasinglepersonmoves for me as I push my way through the overcrowded clubhouse. I’m forced to zigzag around the bodies cramped into the small area.Is all of America in this tiny room?
It smells of cigarettes, marijuana, and exhaust—like someone left their bike idling inside. My stomach turns at the smell and I try to breathe as little of it in as possible.
The men look down at me like I’m a nobody. It’s how my father has trained them since I was about twelve years old, but I don’t miss a few side-eyed looks after I pass. I try to keep my head straight as I step over a girl who is on her knees sucking off the vice president of my father’s motorcycle club. The men holler and make fun of me for not staying for the show.
My eyes accidentally slide to the girl and the men cheer. She’s my age, and he’s…well…he’s my father’s best friend, has been since they were four.
I try to stay far away from events like these, knowing nothing good ever comes from them. With my father being who he is, I’m not afraid of these men. I’m untouchable to them, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t take if I gave them an inch.
Without knocking, I walk into my father’s office. I blow out a breath when I see it’s just him. You never know, sometimes. “You texted saying you wanted to see me.” I stand tall, trying to look calm when I’m anything but. Despite my best efforts, my hands pick at the edges of my thumbnail, pulling at any loose skin around the nail.
My father looks at my hands and back at me, his disapproval painfully apparent. Immediately, I stop my fidgeting and look him in the eye. Being summoned here is not good. I control my breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth, consciously trying not to make a sound.
For a moment, my father’s forehead ruffles into a frown before it’s ironed out, looking perfectly flat. “Yes. You’re going to want to sit for this.” He motions to the chair in front of his desk. I look at it, then back at my father’s serious face. His eyes used to hold warmth, but over the years they have grown lifeless. The death of my mother was the first time I saw a flicker of emptiness in them.
“I’m good standing.” My heart thunders as his eyes dim further, driving his soul from his body. No matter how hard I focus on my breathing, my muscles clench, and my shoulders turn into rocks as I wait.
He nods and walks around his desk. “You will marry Jack Pierce this summer.”
My jaw drops as I hear the vice president’s name. “The old guy who’s dick is being sucked by a girl younger than me. That guy?” Obviously, I know who Jack Pierce is, and there’s no way in Hell I’m touching that guy.
My father’s hand flinches as he holds himself back from hitting me. The sound of my swallow is louder than it should be as my entire body cramps tightly from anxiety. If I were anyone else, my cheek would be red.
My father clears his throat, lowering his hand. “There’s been tension in the club and this will help bring us all together again.”
Ah, yes, the club. It always comes first.I’m stunned into silence. I never expected my father to use me to his advantage. He leans back on his desk, grabbing his red solo cup, and finishes the beer in it with one gulp.
We stand in a stare off until I can find my tongue once again. “He has a son my age. Why not him?” I cross my arms, trying to appear strong.
My father blows out a breath, and suddenly, he looks old and tired. I’m used to seeing the tyrant of the motorcycle club; he hasn’t been in father mode for years now. “I already signed the contract. This is your engagement party.” I swear I can detect regret and sorrow, but it could be me imagining what I’d like his reaction to be. Growing up, I used to fantasize about being part of a normal, loving family who shared dinner together. Instead, it was me and a stuffed animal, sitting around a spray-painted circle.
“The deal is finalized and going back on it would be civil war.” His voice is back to being hard and leaves no room for negotiations.
My mouth opens and my head springs backwards. Unbelievable. There’s no use arguing, because once there are signatures, there’s nothing I can do about it. I turn on my heels and walk straight out. The moment I walk out of the room, I’m lifted up and the smell of whisky and perfume assaults my senses.
“Cheers to my new fiancée!” Jack hollers, and the room explodes with celebration.
“I’d rather kill you, than marry you!” I seethe in a low, hushed voice only he can hear, pushing myself out of his grasp. His hand holds my shoulder, his fingers digging in painfully. I refuse to cower and give him that power over me.
His lips are at my ear when he says, “Sounds like we’re already a married couple.”
I rip out of his grip and storm through the house, hearing him yell, “Hear that, boys? She wants to kill me.” They laugh at my back, at me.
I can’t get out of here fast enough. It doesn’t matter who it is, I push people out of my way, step on feet, and forcefully shoulder my way through. My head is down as I maneuver to get back outside into the fresh air. The breeze from outside claws at my hot skin, and I know I’m almost there.
I barrel right into a person, but unlike everyone else, they don’t budge. “Move, asshole,” I grumble, stomping down on their foot to clear space for myself.
The idiot stays frozen and I have to move around them. Breaking out into the yard, I’m able to take a deep breath. My clothes will probably smell like the house and I’m going to have to wash them and my hair to smell half decent.
Max Mancini
Mymotorcyclebumpsintothe back tire of the bike belonging to Bram Levine, the president of this shitty motorcycle club. The fucker cut me off, causing me to accidentally brake check the poor fuck behind me, earning me a bump from their fender and an exchange of insurance information.
It didn’t take me long to have someone run the plate on the bike and get the name and address of this prick and his little club.
I’m tempted to push his bike over and put a bullet in anyone who dares say anything about it, but what I have planned will be more fun.
