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I gasped. What is happening?
Sitting with my back to the wall and my blanket to my chin, I watched him run back into my room with a small trash can. He ripped open my refrigerator and started tossing all my food away.
My chin began to tremble. Was I not allowed food anymore?
Not looking at me as he emptied my refrigerator, he growled, “You have to promise me to be a good girl.”
Now crying, I quickly nodded and whispered, “I promise.” My heart was pounding. I was so confused! But I said it again, “I promise.”
Is this what Mammy promised? To be a good lass?
Chapter seven
Daring How’s
Lynx
From all over the country, there were Steel Stallion chapters present. The Old Lady of the original chapter’s President—the founder—had been murdered. This crime was at the top of the most serious. Even though Old Ladies were without a patch of brotherhood on their property of cuts, I learned that day that they truly wield a power no brother can ever possess.
The men of Steel Stallions all had dark pasts, hence the need to belong with such a club. Their common thread, no matter their story, was women. Certain ones, that is.
Club girls came with an understanding of their low-ranked position.
Old Ladies? They could go from the bottom of a heap of females to the very top with the simple, yet deadly, claim of a Stallion.
My mom? Her story was from Legend’s beginning. She was a part of the Steel Stallions’ origin of ever becoming a club. Therefore, we were burying… an MC queen.
No one, no other woman, would ever be so highly regarded.
Deep inhale…
At the gravesite, not a word was shared while her beautiful casket was lowered into the ground. The weight of her death was felt throughout the whole city, possibly the whole state. There were hundreds there. So many I could see no end to all the people who attended.
No one was concerned about an attack at the service. Between all the bikers and heartbroken law enforcers present, Texas had a new record of guns in one spot. Only the insane—those with a death wish—would have dared to interrupt this funeral.
When Everleigh, in her little black sundress, stood at the edge of the hole swallowing our mother and tossed in pink roses, one at a time, whispering, “Goodbye, Mama,” Dad hit his knees.
I stayed on my feet, only because I was scared I’d never get back up. How could I? My foundation had been stolen from me.
Protectively, I stood behind my sister because I felt it was only right to follow through with the promise I made to my mom. Until her body was fully at rest, I was going to watch over Everleigh.
When Ev looked up to me from over her shoulder, handing me a rose, many sobs broke out in the crowd. With a hand that couldn’t stop shaking, I accepted the flower.
I kissed it.
Then I let it follow my mother… into the ground.
My heart cried out to her, ‘I will miss you. And I’ll never stop.’
2 weeks later
How can it be possible to be surrounded by many, yet feel so alone? That’s what it was like to live at the clubhouse. I wasn’t a patched member. Only a ‘child’, so I wasn’t privy to all that was being discussed or planned, even though I was there when my mom died.
“Lynx, he’s just trying to protect you from this world as long as possible,” promised Liam, sitting next to me on a couch that was so worn I could feel springs under my butt.
The large room was barren except for calendars of naked women that dated back to years before I was born. There were old, musty lamps with old furniture to match. The only new things were a pool table and liquor bottles behind a dingy and cracked wooden bar.
“Protect me? He missed the mark when he hid a gun under my mattress.” I was seething. I was in lockdown. I was no longer permitted to see friends or play football. Everything had been taken from me—most importantly, my mother.
