Dad leans towards us, putting his hands flat against the table. “Timmons and I have been talking. He seems to think it’s time someone took hold of your reins. After that shit you pulled coming in here after your mom died, I’ve decided he’s right.”
I close my eyes, hoping he doesn’t see the anger flashing through them. Scene? What scene? All I did was come to the club house to tell him that Mom was dead. Yes, I was crying and screaming, but who wouldn’t be after they just found their mother OD’d on the kitchen floor?
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you, girl?”
I look back to my father and shake my head. I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything that has happened to me over the last few weeks. How a father could allow his own daughter to be raped and beaten by a monster like Timmons, I will never understand.
“What I’m telling you is that Timmons is claiming you. You’re his old lady now. There’s nothing you can do to change it. Best start listening to him if you don’t want to be hurt,” he states matter of fact.
Hurt? Can he not see the bruises covering my body? What about the dried blood that stains the disgusting nighty Timmons makes me wear? “But I’m only sixteen,” I whisper out, even though I know I should keep my mouth shut.
Timmons’ arms tighten around my waist, causing a sharp pain to course through my ribs. “It doesn’t matter how fucking old you are. You’re mine, and pleasing me is the only damn thing you need to be worrying about anymore. Understand?”
I have to swallow a gasp of agony, but force myself to answer. “Yes, sir.”
Dad looks from me to Timmons. “I can’t tell you how to treat her. She’s your old lady now, so it’s your choice. But if you don’t lay off taking your fists to her, she won’t make it more than a week or two.”
Timmons body tightens next to mine. “Like you said, she’s my old lady. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to her,” he says in a near shout.
Dad raises his hands, palms up, in an attempt to calm down Timmons’ anger. “You’re right. She’s none of my business anymore. I won’t say shit about it from now on.”
Timmons leans towards Dad, causing my head to nearly hit the table. “You better not. ‘Cause if you keep getting in my business; I’ll get in yours. I’m sure you don’t want the boys from Big Clifty knowing your secrets. Be a real shame if they found out you’ve been using their cocaine to feed that nasty little habit you got. You know what I’m talking about, right? The coke that should have been in Cali by now.”
Dad’s face turns red, and I can tell he wants to come across the table and lay Timmons out. Instead, he sits back and scowls. “You got what you wanted. Take her and get the hell away from me.”
Timmons chuckles as he stands us up. I look back towards Dad while Timmons pulls me across the room. He’s staring at me with a look of regret on his face, but he keeps his mouth shut. I guess his secrets are more important than his daughter. Before Timmons pulls me into the hallway, he shouts across the room, “Come on Rig! Let’s go have some fun with my old lady.”
Anger fills me as I walk through the Mateland, Missouri chapter of the Renegade Sons MC’s club house. I didn’t want to come to this shithole, and now that I’ve seen what’s going on, I can’t wait to get my ass out of here. There’re a ton of reasons I gave up the VP chair, and being away from home is one of the biggest. I can’t believe all the shit I’m seeing. There are drugs everywhere-- every-fucking-where. One of the club whores is literally snorting coke off the fucking floor. Never seen anything like it in my life.
I’ve been here nearly two hours, and I’ve yet to see a member sober enough to talk business with. I should be home taking care of my sick wife, instead of having to deal with a bunch of fucked up dipshits. My Dad is the President of The Renegade Sons MC. He knew some shit was going down with the Mateland Renegades Chapter, so he sent me here to talk to Killer, the Chapter President. Dad wants me to find out what the fuck is going on with the missing cocaine. It was supposed to have been transported to California last week, yet no one there has seen it. But after being here two hours, it isn’t hard to figure out what happened to that shit.
“Yo, Chipper. Are you still lookin’ for Killer?” One of the prospects quips from behind the bar.
“Yeah, is he back yet?”
“Yep, just came in. I saw him walking down the back hall with a few bitches,” he says as he wipes down the counter. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he knows some serious shit is going on, and he’s smart enough to know that he doesn’t want to get on my bad side. I’ve talked to him a few times today, and he seems like a good kid; a little green, but all prospects are. Maybe I should take him to Big Clifty and let him see what it means to be a true Renegade Son.
“What’s your name?”
“Reese,” he says, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
I shake his hand and look back towards the coked up members. “How long’s this been going on?”
He shrugs. “Not sure man. I just signed on a few weeks ago, and I’ve been on the road since then. I just got here this morning.”
“It wasn’t like this when you were here before?” I ask.
“Today’s my first time inside the clubhouse. I signed on as a prospect after meeting a few of the members at Sturgis,” he explains.
I motion my head towards a guy throwing up in the corner. “Is this what you signed up for?”
A look of disgust crosses his face. “Hell no. I got an old lady and a daughter. I planned on bringing them here after I got settled, but I don’t want my little girl around shit like this.”
“So, you’re not planning on sticking around?”
“Doubt it. I figure I’ll work for a while then head back home.” He shakes his head. “Sad though, I liked the idea of being a part of something bigger than myself.”
I smile as soon as the words leave his mouth. “If that’s true, then head on down to Big Clifty. It’s about thirty minutes south of Kansas City. I think you’ll find what you’re looking for there. I’ll be heading out soon. You can follow, if you like.”
I don’t bother waiting for him to reply before I start to walk towards the hall. I figure Killer took a few chicks to his office, but he’s going to have to kick them to the curb. We need to talk, and what we don’t need is an audience. I make my way down the hallway, but stop when I hear a whimper. I swear, it sounds like a baby. If these crazy motherfuckers have a kid in the middle of this shit, I’m going to kill a few of these stupid sons of bitches.
I continue to the office, but stop when I reach the room next to it. What I see makes me want to put a damn bullet into Rig and Timmons’ heads. Both of the stupid fuckers are buck ass naked and hammering into a girl. From the looks of it, she seems to be a damn kid. There’s no fuckin’ way the girl can be over eighteen. What the hell? This is wrong! I storm into the room and snatch Timmons off of the frail girl beneath him.
Dick swinging around, he stumbles back. “What the fuck?” he says, slurring, high as a kite.
I pull out my piece, grab him by the hair, and push the barrel of the gun into the center of his forehead. “That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“What the hell is going on, man?” Timmons asks again as he tries to pull away from the cold steel hovering between his eyes.
I jerk his head back towards me. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting this fucker go. “Like I said, that’s what I’d like to know.”
Rig pushes the kid off his dick, and she falls towards the floor. “Chipper, you need to chill the hell out.”
I look down at the girl, and for the first time, I can get a good look at her face. Both of her eyes are black and swollen. I’d bet she can’t even see shit through either of them. Blood steadily drips from her nose, and there’s no doubt in my mind that the damn thing is broken. Her body is covered in multiple black and blue bruises, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have a broken rib or two. When I lower my eyes down her body, I finally zero in on the blood that’s pooled between her legs.
“How old is she?” I seethe out, grinding my teeth.
“Don’t worry about it, Chipper. She’s good. She’s Timmons’ little plaything,” Rig says with a smug smile. He looks towards her and nudges her with his foot. “You enjoy it. Ain’t that right, sweet thing?”