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17
Ella
My shitty life wasn’t anything I’d dreamed of as a little girl. Foolishly I’d thought I’d fall in love with a boy, get married, and have a family. It was what everyone in my Christian life had done. It was what I’d thought would happen to me, being a pastor’s daughter. In fact, marriage and children had been expected of me.
The funny thing was I had fallen in love seven years ago. He’d been my soul mate, a bad-boy biker who’d help me embrace my dark desires sexually. We would’ve had a beautiful life together if he hadn’t left me.
Five years and four months later, I wondered if he ever thought of me or cared that he had destroyed me in every way possible.
Stop it, Ella. You sound pathetic. It shouldn’t matter if Rocky thinks of you or wishes he’d done shit differently.
Right. I was having a low moment. I hated Rocky Jones and didn’t give a fuck about him or anything else, only my son.
My hopes and dreams had burned to the ground—literally burned, because it was the beginning of the end for Rocky and me. When I’d returned from spending Thanksgiving with my folks, Keg’s bar had been blown to smithereens, he’d been killed, and Rocky had left town. It’d been unbelievable, like something in a movie. None of the members would tell me what had happened or where Rocky had gone. Vegas had blown me off, too busy to deal with me while taking care of the destruction. All he’d say was“he’s alive, and you’re just going to have to wait to hear from him.”
Months passed, then on Valentine’s Day, Rocky called. I was so damn happy to hear from him and had tons to tell him. Most important: I was pregnant. But he wouldn’t allow me to tell him what all I’d been through with my parents and that I was having his baby. At one point, I’d blurted the pregnant part, but our conversation had gotten heated, and it seemed he hadn’t heard me. If he had, he hadn’t commented about the baby. He’d been distracted by a chick he’d met. We’d argued. I’d told him not to come home. I hadn’t meant it but had hung up on him. He’d never called me again.
During one phone call, our relationship had burned to the ground. The love and bond I’d thought we’d had was gone, gone, gone in a puff of smoke. He’d hurt me deeply, to the marrow of my bones, and broken my heart. That man had destroyed me, and I would never stop hating him.
Because of Rocky, I was indebted to the Hell’s Bells MC. Well, more to Vegas, for saving my ass because I hadn’t had a dime to my name and nowhere to take my newborn son after the hospital had released us. I’d been emotional and not thinking straight. Desperate and weak when I’d accepted Vegas’s offer.
Jesus, I was still making payments on the fucking hospital bill four years and nine months later.
I sobbed in the hospital bed, clutching my son to my chest as I processed Vegas’s words.
“Nothing is free, Ella. You have to earn your keep,” he told me.
“But a club girl?” I shuddered, imagining how I’d have to sleep with all the members.
“It’s not so bad. We’ll show you a good time.” He tapped his finger on the HB tattoo on my hand. “We own you anyway, Ella.”
That damn Rocky! I should’ve never agreed to let him put his and the club’s mark on me. He’d promised we’d be together forever. And I’d stupidly believed him.
“Well?” Vegas asked.
“Being a club girl isn’t for me. I’m only nineteen and a mother.” I shook on the bed, crying. “I have hopes and dreams.”
