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Crap.
I raise my arm as an okay and continue walking out, wondering how I can play happy families this weekend, and thinking maybe I can come up with an excuse to miss it. Being here is hard. I don't feel a part of the family, and growing up, seeing my father being there for them when he wasn't for me fucking hurts. He doted on them and loved them.
And I'm just the unwanted mistake.
I get to the clubhouse, basically a warehouse, within five minutes. My dad and several other brothers live up the dirt road to the left of the clubhouse on club land. I have my own lot to build on, but I don't want it, I’ve spoken to the club’s lawyer and gave the land to my momma, which momma loved but my dad, not so much.
I sometimes stay in my room on the first floor at the club, but most of the time, I'm at my apartment in town where no one has been. They all think I live on campus. I do my tattooing on the side to pay rent while also saving up for an actual house and land I’ll pay for myself.
I head inside the club, ready to grab Smokey and Breaker before heading out, hoping to not be inside for long, never feeling fucking welcome. Still, as I enter the rustic-styled common room, bile instantly rises. Despite what I see, I know I have to keep fucking walking.
My egg donor is currently getting her ass fucked by Hairy, a brother I've grown up with, while Moana, who just turned eighteen and has her eyes on Breaker, is eating her out while brothers watch, lust in their eyes and cocks hard in their pants.
What a joke.
As the door slams shut behind me, the bitch looks up and sneers at me, nothing but hate showing in her brown eyes, despite Hairy behind her pounding his dick into her asshole.
She goads, "Well, look who it is, the disappointment who couldn't get me the patch. Not dead yet like daddy wanted?"
Hairy smirks and fucks her harder as my lip curls up in disgust and anger. I don't trust that fucker, he has evil written all over him, and yet, he's our next fucking VP. I keep walking, ignoring him and the bitch.
"What, nothing to say?" she shouts as I approach the door. The brothers, who apparently have my back, stay out of it. I know they won't even report the situation to my father because, in their words, “she has a good snatch.”
Disgust shoots through me as I snarl at the fuckers who don't see me as family. Some flinch while others look away in shame, and I just shake my head and walk out of the common room, heading toward my dark blue Harley.
This is why I refuse to fucking get serious with someone. This life isn't for an outsider, and the brotherhood is a fucking joke. I only patched in because my father forced it on me, and when I tried to deny it, he told me I owed it to him, that it was in my blood.
My skin itches as I climb on my bike, needing to be away from here. I turn the key and rev her up. Fuck the other two, they can meet me there.
An hour later, I groan as I snort some cocaine up my nose, enjoying the sudden rush as I take a hit of the spliff from some blonde. I can see Breaker from the corner of my eye, looking at me with concern, but I ignore him.
I've come to this shithole for a good time. I've passed all my fucking tests except the one I have tomorrow afternoon. I've already saved up for all my tattoo equipment for the shop the club promised they'd open for me if they get at least half the fucking profits. It’s something about proving myself to them before they’ll reduce their percentage of the cut.
That’s the disadvantage of being a clubwhore’s baby trap baby, I guess.
I grin as the blonde places her hand on my cock the goes to kiss me, but I tut at her, and she pouts, instantly disappointed. I don't fucking kiss, everyone knows it.
Fuck, the whole campus knows it.
Kissing leads to feelings, and feelings lead to jealous club women wanting a patch, leading to heartbreak.
Fuck that shit.
She pouts as I nod for her to leave. She's blown it, and she's not fucking happy, but it's tough luck. She knows my rules. When she realizes I won’t give in, she stomps her foot then huffs away, making me snort as I grab the tray next to me on the marble kitchen counter, lining some more powder up, ready to snort.
I need to get out of my own head.
You're a disappointment….
Iron wanted you gone….
You're a burden to the club, but they just tolerate you….
I blink and ignore the shit going around my head as I bend over, placing the rolled-up dollar bill to my nose, ready to take a hit. But…I stop when I see her.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful, and she doesn't even need to fucking try.
Violet Bailey.
