The Aces and Eights MC hadn't changed in the last three years. As Aimee sat astride her bike in the parking lot, contemplating what she was about to do, she couldn't help but notice all of the regulars iron horses were in the usual places, meaning a club meeting was underway.
The past three days had been spent crying miserably, holed up in her small downtown apartment, Aimee's whole future had been torn from her, and she was devastated.
But at the end of those three days, she had managed to channel that pain into something more productive..rage, and damn, was she angry.
With the help of a few old friends, Aimee gathered anything that reminded her of Connor from her apartment, clothes, cards, past gifts, CDs, aftershave, her Stepford wife clothes, even photos they had taken together.
The loyal few followed behind her bike like a funeral procession, in their beat-up cars filled with his belongings as Aimee made her way to their special place, and once there, overlooking the ocean and making sure her friends bore witness, Aimee Carter lit her past on fire. As the flames burned higher, engulfing her memories, her hopes, and her heartbreak, her inner flames consumed her, and rising from the ashes, the Aces and Eights princess was reborn.
The sun beat down on her midnight hair as Aimee waited patiently for the chapter meeting to end; growing up amongst it, she knew the consequences of disrespecting the order of things in club life. Her Dad was especially brutal in his leadership.
William "Wild Bill" Carter made his bones at the tender age of fourteen. He earned his handle because of his ruthless nature and cunning intellect, and standing at six foot five of lethal muscle Wild Bill had challenged for President and won on his 18th birthday. He had ruled with an iron fist ever since.
Aimee and her younger sister Tatiana were bought up by the grizzled riders and one or two club rotters (hookers) with maternal urges over the years, their mother having passed away during Tatiana's birth. Aimee was only two years old at the time and had no recollection of her.
Now, at aged twenty-one, Aimee had more of an understanding of how hard things must have been for her Dad; he had barely turned twenty when Tatiana was born and found himself the single parent of not one but two girls when his presidency was still fairly new.
Of course, mistakes were made, and things were said in the heat of the moment. Aimee just hoped that, like her, William had had a chance to put things in perspective during the past three years.
Aimee looked up with narrowed eyes as the clubhouse door opened, and the sound of belly laughter reached her ears.
The music had started back up inside, the clubhouse bar, aptly named the Wild West, was starting to come alive, and a few riders jostled their way out the front door, lighting up their cigarettes.
One figure, in particular, seemed to sense that they weren't alone, his grey eyes doing a quick search of the parking lot and finally coming to rest on her tiny figure...Braxton.
Breaking away from the others, the club's sergeant at arms swaggered over to where Aimee was parked.
Finally, his leanly muscled frame stopped in front of her, and Aimee suppressed an instinctive shiver of appreciation as his deep gravelly voice uttered one word.
"Aimee."
It wasn't a question. Despite being five years older than Aimee, Braxton Hayes had made his intentions towards her clear the moment she turned fifteen, he had laid claim to her and became her protective bodyguard until Aimee came of age at eighteen-her fathers words, not his- when Duncan would formally declare his eldest daughter Braxton's old lady, or in their club, his queen, the bikers other half, and the one they swore to forsake all others for.
Except that it hadn't turned out that way. Instead of giving her heart to the man who had protected her, Aimee had fallen for Conner's fantasy life, turned her back on her family, and never looked back.
Except, now here she was, back at square one, face to face with her teenage crush and the man she'd left behind.
"Why are you here, Aimee?"
Braxton shifted restlessly on his feet, running his hands through his thick brown hair, and flaying Aimee wide open with his flinty grey eyes.
She was reminded once again why he was called The Henchman, harvester of souls.. his very presence radiated raw dangerous power; it didn't help that he exuded dominant sexuality. She recalled once, a long time ago, one of the rotters referred to him as sex on a stick; Aimee subconsciously wet her lips as she thought to herself, she could certainly see why.
It took a moment for her to realize that Brax was waiting for an answer, and it dawned on Aimee that he was asking her in a formal capacity, as the Sergeant at arms, her father's Capo, and not as her one time betrothed in the bikers world.
"Sh*t Brax," She huffed, standing tall and meeting his gaze, unflinching despite the glare of the sun, and the man in front of her, "Can we just cut the crap? If*cked up, and now I'm here to eat sh*t, apologize to my father, and hope like f*ck that he will take pity on me, and take me back, I am home now and ready to commit to the club, maybe see my baby sister, probably get drunk, depending on how well this goes, and try my damndest to forget the last 3 years of my life, got a problem with that?!"
She was secretly proud of the fact that she managed to deliver a response without her voice trembling, and despite himself, Brax let out a reluctant chuckle.
"Jesus, baby girl, you may look like an angel, but you've still got a nasty ass mouth on you, and your halo is as crooked as f*ck. You'll find the Prez in his office."
He revealed gruffly; as Aimee went to brush past her former crush, the touch of a hand on her shoulder made her gasp as tingles exploded where their bodies connected.
Braxton leaned over, his gorgeous mouth nuzzling against her neck, making her instantly wet, imagining what he was about to do, but his lips barely brushed her ear as he whispered, "Go easy on him, Aimee, the last three years haven't been kind, and your Dad may bite before he thinks."
With that said, he straightened, tipped his head to her, and turned away, striding back to his comrades and leaving Aimee flustered and alone.
The jukebox seemed to stop the moment Aimee entered the bar, several heads turned towards the door, and she could hear some poorly covered gasps. Yes, ladies and gents, the wild child has returned, she thought to herself, proudly raising her head and looking at each member, daring to stare at her directly in the eyes.Her presence crackled with violence and confidence as she sauntered up to the bar, raising an eyebrow at the rotter sitting on her barstool; the middle-aged woman quickly vacated her seat, clearly not willing to get into things with a wom
"Hello, Dad."His club bar was eerily silent as the six foot five Aces and Eights president regarded his daughter; she was slimmer than he remembered, and despite Aimee's bravado, William could sense an air of fragility about her.Someone had broken his baby's heart, but that wasn't his problem anymore.
They all stood in a line, like cattle waiting to be inspected, and Connor felt bile rise in his throat.Ten young women, handpicked by his mother and father according to their respective bloodlines, each of them raised in preparation to fulfill the duties of a Luna, and Connor could barely stand to look at any of them.The day was drawing to an end, and the Alpha's residence was filled with outside pack representatives, all hoping to ally with the union of marriage.Tonight was his fucking engagement party for Goddess sakes, and Connor had never felt more alone in his life; any minute his father would call for quiet in t
'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'Connor felt himself going under, drowning in his panic as he stared out into the sea of faces, all waiting on his choices, like some goddamn winning raffle or something.Risking a glance at the line of young ladies, he found himself calming slightly as a beautiful green-eyed blonde met his gaze and grinned back at him.Arial O'Connor was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna from The Vengence pack, she was easy to talk to, and Connor knew his mother and fat
The sound of grown men barking was enough to frighten the most seasoned fighter.Dust, being kicked around, leaned a hazy look to the ring, and someone had decided to put the loudspeaker on, blaring 'Roxanne' at full tit.Brax grimaced at the fact that he could probably sing the whole song by now since the old Police cd had had pride of place in the dilapidated stereo for a good ten years at least.He stood off to the side, as was his custom, assessing the area, picking up on the different smells that told him who was scared, excited, angry, or even sexually frustrated. This was the hardest thing about being a wolf livin
Braxtons wolf howled in approval as the petite woman took down the prospect faster than a hooker spends money, 'MINE' his wolf asserted dominantly and he received no argument from The henchman, Aimee Carter was his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her in the eyes of his kind, vowing to love and protect her always.But first, he had to seal Aimee's re-entry into the Aces and Eights, his woman would need to equal or beat him, and Brax would give her no quarter.She would earn her place back into the club and into his heart, one fight at a time.WILD BILLS POV
Her name had been called out and there was nothing she could do about that now.Of the three names Connor had called, Phoenix was the lowest in blood rank; the second daughter of the Howling Moon packs Gamma family, she was barely a Gamma, her Mom was an even lower ranked Omega working in the kitchens; not that Dad ever treated Mom like anything less than royalty, he made it clear that Demelza Grimmer was his everything, which was the kind of bond Phoenix wanted for herself one day.She was almost twenty-six now and most of her peers had mated and settled down, some even had pups or were proudly expecting, but her job as one of the packs trackers had kept her away most of the time, and she was never in a position
Connor led the young Beta female into his father's study, she appeared confident but not arrogant, and Connor liked that about her.Phoenix Grimmer was a few years older than him, maybe he needed that though after the hash he made of his last relationship, and as she sat down on the couch she looked at him with honest eyes. ¨Tell me a bit more about yourself,¨ he invited softly, and she shot him an almost boyish grin.¨Well, there isn't much to say really, my father is a Beta, my mother's a cook for the dining hall, I have an older sister with a recessive gene, that made her wolf unable to phase, but she has made the best of her situation and holds a high position on the Alphaś council. I am a tracker