“Why did he do that?” he asks, sounding both confused and pissed.
Again, I stay quiet, but he doesn’t. “Darlin’, you don’t have to be scared to tell me the truth. I’m not part of that club. I’m a Renegade, but I’m part of the original charter.” He points towards the patch on his vest.
When I look at it and see the words Big Clifty, my heart starts to pound. I remember Timmons’ words about drugs and the Big Clifty MC and know my Dad screwed over the wrong people. I quickly think about my options and decide to tell the truth, but not all of it. “My Dad got into some trouble with the Renegade Sons. He gave me to Timmons to protect himself.”
“Fuck!” Reese hisses out.
“Who’s your dad?” Chipper asks in an anger filled tone.
“David Brewster.” I say, giving my father’s middle name and praying he doesn’t realize that my Dad is actually Brew, the Mateland VP.
I hate lying to the man that fought for me, but I don’t have a choice. I know if he takes me back, I’ll die. If he figures out who my dad is, then he’ll probably feel obligated to take me back. So for now, I’ll stick with half-truths.
“Any kin to Brew?”
Hearing my Dad’s name sends bile up into my throat. I now have no choice but to flat out lie. “Brew? I’m not sure who that is.”
I look back towards both men and see Reese’s eyes flash. I can tell he knows I’m lying. I just hope he doesn’t call me on it.
Chipper shrugs. “He’s one of the brothers, but if you don’t know him, I doubt you’re related.”
I stay quiet and look back to the ground. “What are you going to do with me?”
We stand there, no one saying anything for a long time. I can feel Chipper’s stare while I wait for his answer. “Well, that’s up to you. I can give you some money, and you can try to make it on your own. But I gotta be honest with you. It’s hard as hell for a kid to be alone in the world, but there’s another option.”
I look up to him. “What’s the other option?”
“My old lady’s not been feeling too good lately. You could come home with me, help her around the house and shit. Stay with us for a while and decide what you want to do after you heal up.”
I know I should take whatever money he gives me and run. I’ve learned the hard way never to trust a man, but for some reason, Chipper makes me feel safe. That’s something I haven’t felt in a long time, not ever really. Finally, I whisper out, “I’ll go with you.”
I’m sitting around the table with my Pop, the reigning president and founding member of the Renegade Sons MC, waiting on Chipper to get his ass home. He’s been in Mateland for two damn days now, and we still don’t know exactly what’s going on down there. All we know for sure is that the Mateland MC has been fucking up big time. The boys in California haven’t been getting their cocaine or weed shipments on time for the past month. The last shipment they did receive was short; more than short, actually. It was nearly cut in half. The Cali crew have been pretty cool about it so far, but there’s only so much shit they’ll take without making the boys in Mateland pay.
I’ve tried talking to Pop about it more than once, but he isn’t really saying anything. Then again, I’m not really sure what he can say. There’s no way you can explain away the shit that’s been going down lately. I and every other member of the club, knows that Pop is the reason this bullshit has went on as long as it has. He’s close with Killer, the Mateland MC President. We all know their relationship is the only reason the charter wasn’t cut loose years ago, but friends or not, the club has to come first. If Pop can’t do that, then he needs to step his ass down. I don’t want his position, but I will take it if I have to.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Mindy comes in with two huge plates filled with creamy mashed potatoes, a huge rib eye, and one of her famous chocolate chip cookies. I look up at her and grin as she sets a plate in front of me. She sure is one hell of a woman. There’s not one fuckin’ green thing in sight. Her famous chocolate chip cookies are just icing on the cake.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I love this woman with all my heart. She’s the sister I never had. “You didn’t have to cook for us, darlin’. We could have sent one of the prospects to pick something up.”
She lays her hand on my shoulder and smiles. “I love to cook, especially when I’m cooking for two of my favorite men.”
I want to argue with her, to tell her she should be resting, but her smile seems so genuine that I end up smiling back and grabbing my fork. Chipper is one lucky son of a bitch to have a woman like Mindy. She’s everything an old lady should be; sweet, sexy, and above all else, loyal.
I’m not sure what’s going on with her, but she hasn’t been herself lately. She’s been sleeping a lot more and has lost some weight. I wanted to go to Mateland, instead of Chipper, because his ass should’ve been home taking care of Mindy, but Pop held me back. No doubt, he’s worried I’d blow that fuckin’ club up if I saw shit I didn’t like.
I’m just about done with my plate when the front door crashes open. A second later, I hear Chipper yelling for Mindy. I can tell by the tone of his voice that something isn’t right. I look to Pop, and we both jump up and head towards Chipper.
When we reach the club’s common room, I see Chipper holding Mindy in his arms. I look around and notice a few of the members staring at them with surprised faces. At first, I don’t see what the problem is, but then a movement behind Chipper catches my eye.
What I see shocks the shit out of me. There’s a young girl standing silently behind Chipper, and judging by her size, I can tell that she should be at a pep rally, not a fucking MC. When I finally zero in on her face, my shock turns into fury. The little thing is covered in random streaks of dried blood from her head down to her toes. Her face is bruised and swollen. Her legs are bare, and the only thing that she’s wearing is Chipper’s shirt.
Before I can open my mouth and ask what the fuck’s going on, Pop beats me to it. “What the fuck happened?”
The girl starts to shrink away, but Chipper puts his arm around her and pulls her close to his side. “It’s okay, darlin’. You’re safe here,” he says quietly.
He then turns to his wife. “Mindy, can you take her and find some clothes, clean her up, and get a room ready for her? Make sure it’s close to my old room. I got a lot of things to talk to Pop about, so we’ll all be sleeping here tonight. But tomorrow, she’ll be coming home with us.”
“She’s going home with us?” Mindy asks, looking as shocked as the rest of the room.
A determined look crosses Chipper’s face, and then he leans down and whispers into Mindy’s ear. Whatever he said leaves her looking like she’s seen a ghost. She looks up to him and places her hand on his cheek. “Okay, love. I’ll take care of your girl.”
“Come with me, honey,” she says softly, reaching her hand out to the shaken girl. The kid hesitates and looks to Chipper. As soon as my brother nods, she takes Mindy’s hand.
As I watch her walk away, something comes over me; something I can’t quite figure out. Even though she looks like she’s had the shit beat out of her, her eyes unsettle me… there’s just something about them. Something that calls to me in a way that I don’t understand. Shaking off my thoughts of underage girls and their haunted eyes, I turn to Chipper to see that he’s staring at Pop with anger etched onto his face, and I know he’s about ready to blow.
“Pops, you’re fucking lucky I had to get that girl outta that damn club, or I would have blown every last one of them bastards apart,” he says angrily. “Do something about that fuckin’ club, or I will!” he shouts.
Pops steps forward. “What happened?”
“What happened?” he shouts even louder. “I’ll tell you what happened. Nearly every damn member was strung out on coke. There’s no leadership, nothing getting done. It was a complete cluster fuck.”
“What about the girl? Who is she?” I ask, not giving Pop a chance to respond.
Chipper jerks his head towards me. “She’s a sixteen year old kid that was being raped by members of the fucking club. Renegade Sons raping a kid…” He shakes his head. “It’s a fucking disgrace.”