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I can't believe that she thinks he would marry her just because she got pregnant. There are a lot of bastard children running around the compound, some of the mothers are still here but not all of them.
“It would only seem accidental on his part! I want this!” Monica sounds kind of crazy, and the idea that she is going to try to trap him with a pregnancy makes me so angry that my hands start to shake.
I’m glad that I haven't opened the damn soda yet.
“If you want a baby so damn bad go to one of those doctors that does that shit on purpose!” If someone asked me who would be the one to try and trap a brother with a baby, I would have been more likely to guess Haley–and a list of other women–before I even thought about Monica.Never in a million years would I have expected Haley to be the voice of reason here.
Yeah, fuck this.
If I listen to this anymore, I am going to bust in there and beat the shit out of her–on the bright side she isn't pregnant yet–I might get in trouble but not as much as I would have if she was already knocked up.
I walk a few steps away before I pop the top on the soda and head to the bar.
Originally, I was just going to get the soda and head back up to my room but now I have to search the whole damn compound for Scar and tell him what I heard. I might go as far as telling my father what I heard too because if it's not Scar then I feel like she might try it with a different one of the brothers and no one should be trapped into having a child that they don't want just because some stupid bitch is trying to secure a better place in the club.
I haven't seen him wandering around the clubhouse today but that doesn't mean that he isn’t here somewhere. With how big this place is we could have barely missed each other a dozen times. I go through the bar first because most of the time that's where you can find most of the guys if they aren't working. In the last few weeks, I have noticed a lot of club members being gone more often so I am not surprised when I don't find many of them there.
I check all the places that I can think of and when I don’t find him, I decide to tell one of the prospects to text me when he shows up. He could be out in one of the other buildings but pops doesn’t like it when I let myself into those without being invited. After that is taken care of, I go back up to my room, because if I run into Monica again, I won't need to tell Scar about her plan, I will need to tell him about her body lying in the hallway.
I put in headphones and zone out to my music instead of the bouncy, hip-hop shit that the prospects listen to while they are getting things ready for a party. I must have even fallen asleep for a while because I startle a little when my headphones ding with a text message.
My father doesn't stop me from being in the bar, but I hate going in there after a certain time. Sure, I am used to all the sex but that doesn't mean that I want to see it on the bar top or against the wall in the hallway.
I don't understand why a woman would want to have all her shit out in the open like that, sex with multiple people? Sure. But public sex? Not only do I not want people seeing me, but I have no desire to have anyone looking at the man I am with.
I am not a jealous person, but I am proudly territorial. What's mine is mine and if I find your hands on what's mine,I might just remove them with an ax.
I take my time getting ready, the prospect behind the bar texted and told me that Scar and the guys that were with him are back and they seem to be making themselves comfortable, which means they will be there for a while, and I don't need to rush.
I might not be interested in any of the club members that I could have but there is something empowering about a group of men watching you walk across a room. It makes me all warm inside. I like being the girl that gets noticed, even if I don't return the attention.
I put on a pair of tight jeans and my favorite leather combat boots, my hair falling in loose waves around my shoulders, the natural red color a good contrast to the black tank I pull on. I slip my knife and my phone into my back pockets and then swipe on some black eyeliner, mascara, and dark red lipstick. After fluffing my hair,I leave my room and head down to the bar.
Most of the families live off the compound, so it was just me and my dad growing up. He kept both of our rooms in the main building, furthest from the bar and the chapel, you can guess what the other rooms get used for. When they were planning on having huge parties I would go to my room and put in earplugs to get some sleep. I was far enough away that all I could here was the base and the beat of the music. My dad let me grow up quickly and never stopped me from doing what I wanted, so, as soon as I was 18 he let me start attending to parties and coming and going as I pleased.
He thinks that I don't know he has patch members watching me all the time and I don't bother telling him otherwise. I know he is just watching out for me, and he won't do it forever.
I didn't look at the time when I got back to my bedroom earlier, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours since I went up. Yet the party is in full swing.
There are men and women all over the place. Girls dancing on the tables and the bar, and the room is packed with patch members and people that are brave enough to party with bikers, there are even a few members from other clubs hanging around.
“I’ll take vodka and Red bull,” I tell the guy behind the bar, he doesn't pick his head up, but he points a finger at me that he heard me and continues with the drink that he was working on.
“You don't look old enough to drink, baby,” God I hate when men think that they can call a woman whatever they want just because they have a penis. Like, excuse me, sir, you do not fucking know me, do not call me baby. And why do they choose BABY? No, ‘baby’ is what you call an infant or a small child, or maybe a pet, but not a full-grown person. If he doesn’t think that I look old enough to drink, why is he hitting on me?
“You might rethink who you talk to like that around here, never know who you encounter.” I don't even look at the guy, knowing that the best thing I can do is ignore him. If he is willing to call me baby before he even knows my name, then showing him any sort of attention at all would only encourage him to try harder.
“You don't have a ring on, and there are no visible tattoos or markings that mean you have been claimed. With an ass like that you don't have any kids. I am under the impression that you don't belong to anyone, so I think it's safe that I’ll talk to you however I want,” This guy has some balls on him. If I had an Ol’ man, he would be dead before he could make it off the compound. As it is, he should know that he can't talk to women around here however he wants, it might be a biker club, but these men respect their women above all else.
“You are dumber than you seem.” I turn away from him and wave down the prospect again. “Dude!” He looks at me this time and his eyes go wide.
“Dammit! I’m sorry! I heard you but I didn't look to see who was talking! I'll get that drink right away, princess.”
“Princess, huh? Should I think that you are blowing me off for a 20-something-year-old prospect?” I am starting to get the feeling that this man doesn't take no for an answer and that someone is going to have to teach him that not all women are the same.
I might be small but that mostly works in my favor.
“No, you should get the hint that I am not interested. You got to shoot your shot but sadly, it fell short. Move on,” His hand comes up to my shoulder like he is going to make me turn around and look at him, and that’s the last straw for me.I don’t like it when people touch me uninvited.
