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These were the guys Big Al had told me to trust. He’d explained that Chance should have been president, but the club members who supported Zeus voted him out as too young. Sunny should have been VP as his father Jawbones had been. But as Chance took VP, Sunny claimed enforcer. There was an unspoken agreement that when Chance reclaimed Hellfire, Sunny would take VP, Bear enforcer, and several other brothers would automatically move into different positions. I’d understood precisely what Big Al was saying. Zeus led the MC down a dark path, and Hellfire split.
Those here preferred a good clean life, riding their bikes and making legal cash. Then there was Zeus’s gang, who desired whores, easy pussy and demanded illegal money. But the lazy assholes didn’t wish to work too hard. Big Al never told me the inner workings of Hellfire, but I knew the club was splitting, and things were becoming awkward. Once, I’d overheard Chance mention an attempt on Big Al’s life and tell Tiny he thought Big Al was still in danger.
When the vote was cast for Hellfire President, Big Al would have swayed many. But Big Al had been injured and was in the hospital for a pierced lung when the vote happened. Celt had explained that if you weren’t present in church, your vote didn’t count. That’s how Zeus won, by making sure Big Al wasn’t there. That was sucky, to say the least.
In the six months I’d been with Big Al, he had done precisely what he’d said. When I awoke the morning after confronting my foster parents, there had been nine thousand dollars sitting at a table next to me. He’d taken me out shopping the following day and spent his own money on outfitting me with everything a girl could need. Big Al dropped several thousand dollars that day.
A story was released via a newspaper article about the Brookes. I was glad to see the uncle had taken in those kids after the deplorable job done by child services. The Brookes were being hunted, but the last seen of them was Mrs Brookes entering a bank and withdrawing nine thousand dollars. Specialist cops were interviewing all the children who’d stayed with them. Victims were cropping up everywhere.
A side article mentioned a woman’s body being found in a local alley. She’d been shot once to the head, executioner style. Although I never once said anything to Big Al, her name was Ramona. Damn, I guessed she’d been recruiting innocents like me and leaving them at the hands of the brutes in Hellfire. I was glad Ramona was dead and many potential victims had been saved.
The morning after the shopping spree, Big Al came to me with paperwork, which declared him my guardian, and he registered me for school. He and I both knew those papers weren’t legal, but neither of us discussed it.
I started school the following week and had worked bloody hard each night trying to catch up. Big Al demanded monthly reports and was pleased with my progress. I wasn’t stupid and was academically inclined, but hiding out from pervs and living on the street had messed with my schooling. The kids were little shits at school, and I ignored them. I’d had insults and other comments thrown at me once they heard Big Al was my guardian, but a simple glare of death put half the bitches in their places.
Twisting the balls of three guys also sent ripples through the student body, and they learned to stay away. Of course, Big Al had been called to the school, and I’d left highly amused at his antics. Angry, I had been sitting outside the principal’s office when Big Al and Banshee had arrived, both glowering. The three sets of parents were already inside when they showed up.
“What happened?” Big Al asked.
“Tony DiMarco pinned me against a wall and groped my boobs. Beau Masters touched me between my legs, and Gray Tolson tried to force me to kiss him and then grabbed my breasts too,” I explained.
“What did you do?” Banshee urged.
“Snatched their balls and twisted hard. They’ll be lucky to have children again. They left bruises on my breasts, so I took away their ability to have kids, hopefully,” I said.
Big Al nodded once, put his hand out and as soon as I placed mine in his, he dragged me into the principal’s office with the other parents.
“I want her expelled,” Mrs DiMarco shouted as soon as she saw me.
“I want her son arrested for sexual assault on a minor,” Big Al shot back.
Mrs DiMarco drew herself up, and Big Al rolled his eyes.
“She encouraged my boy to touch her, and when he did, she assaulted him!” Mrs DiMarco shrieked.
Big Al stepped into her face and growled. Mr DiMarco, a tiny man, paled.
“I saw cameras in every hallway. Have they been pulled up yet?” Banshee asked, and the principal whitened.
“So, you’re threatening to expel my girl for defending herself against sexual predators without even reviewing the evidence? You know who the fuck I am, don’t ya?” Big Al spat.
“Yes, yes, my boy was innocent. Get those cameras up,” Mr Masters exclaimed.
Five minutes later, we watched as I walked down the hallway heading to class. The three boys appeared out of nowhere, and everyone saw me speed up to escape them. Then Tony DiMarco grabbed me roughly and shook me before events played out as I’d claimed. Mrs DiMarco’s mouth pinched.
“It’s to be expected of a girl like her!” she exclaimed.
Big Al turned thunderous. “What did you say?”
“Well, look at her, short skirt and a tank top,” Mrs Tolson explained.
Banshee faced her and, in an instant, groped her breasts. Mr Tolson let out a yell, and Banshee stepped back.
“What? Bitch was asking for it. She’s showing knees and cleavage. That’s her definition of asking for it. Tati wore a buttoned-up cardigan over her tank top; your wife isn’t. You can’t do shit because your woman said anyone who shows leg and tits wants to be groped. So I gave her what she wanted,” Banshee replied innocently and slid his hand up Mrs Master’s skirts.
She jumped to her feet, outraged. “How dare you!”
“You’re showing lots of thigh, woman; what do you expect?” Banshee retorted. My eyes were wide as I watched this display and wondered what the hell would happen next.
