Flying into the clubhouse parking lot, I was glad to see that Alexsander's bike wasn't here as I jumped out of the car. I stormed into the clubhouse and noticed how everyone froze to stare at me. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to see: Jane Wilson. She was behind the bar, but when she saw me, she lost the color in her face and stepped back a few feet. If I wasn't on a mission , her head would be bashed into that bar in five seconds flat.
"Anyone seen Danny?" I took a deep breath and tore my gaze from Jane before I changed my mind and leaned over the bar.
Aaron, the club's prospect, stood up from his barstool and handed me a beer.
"I think he's in the back."
I gladly took the beer from Aaron, nodded, and then headed towards the back of the clubhouse. Once I was out of sight, I heard the voices from the bar start to back up. I knew they were all talking about me, but at this moment, I didn't give two shits. Let them talk.
For as long as I could remember, the clubhouse had been like the second home to me. If I wasn't actually at home, I was here. My dad used to bring me here when my mom was the famous meltdowns, or as dad would say, "Feeling sick." Now that I was older, I knew what my mom's meltdowns were. She had suffered addiction all of her life, and still did to this day.
It was the reason I had my own apartment at the young age of seventeen -years-old, and I had been on my own ever since.I liked to believe my dad did it because he loved me and wanted keep me from seeing all of that, but I was never sure. He never said as much.I tapped on Danny's door, waiting for his reply before I cracked it open and peeked in. This was his studio and the clubhouse's personal tattoo parlor.
Danny, who was the vice-president and my dad's best friend, was also like a grand parent to me. He was there the day I was born, and every day since."Who needs ink?" Danny shouted.
I stuck my head in further and smiled when I saw him leaning over a lit up artist's board, working on someone's next piece of ink.
"Hey, gorgeous." He grinned from ear to ear.
"What can I do for you, sugar?""I need some ink", I responded with a smile still on my face.Danny did the best work in three states. The only way for me to relax and get things off my chest was a good old tattoo session with Danny. I got my stress removed by the pain of the needle and then I would have a therapy session with him. I could tell him anything.
"Uh-oh, what's got you down?" Danny asked.He always knew why I was here, knowing that I got ink anytime I was angry; which was alot because I was covered in ink. Pretty soon, I'd run out of space.
I sighed as I slid into the room, shutting the door behind me. "I need some advice, Danny", I spoke in a low voice.He rolled over to the tattoo bench and pointed before he began sterilizing the tray. As I slid onto the bench and laid my head back, I had to bite my tongue before I started crying. I hated showing emotions and hated crying in front of anyone. For fuck's sake, I was the president's daughter! I couldn't cry!
"I'm sure you have already heard it. It seems the rest of the damn club already does...."
Danny studied me for a long moment before he spoke softly. "That boy loves you, you know that."
I laughed. "Love. What the hell does that word even mean around here? You love someone when you fuck another woman? Because if that's even the case, I'm out. I don't want love.""We're different breed, Melissa, you know that. I've watched you grow up and I know how different you are. You're different kind of old-lady, and I don't think Aleksander knows that yet."
"Well, he won't even know it..." I turned to him and sighed." I ended things today."
Danny nodded. " You're tough and you will get through this."
"Danny?", I called.
"Hmm?", He turned his attention to me."Has Angel ever been upset at you for something like this?", I asked."Nope, because I have never cheated on Angel. We have an understanding and our views are much different than the young generation of this club. Our bodies are for each other. Once we figured that out, we never had to worry about all that little shit."
I let out another sigh. How is it someone like Danny, who's been in the club nearly his all life, can be a good faithful man? But Alexander couldn't? How can Alexander say that I am his lady and throw around the L-word, but not show it or honor it?
"Don't think about it too much, Melissa. Alexander is a man and he has a lot to figure out before he knows what he really wants out of a lady like you."
"Well, it won't be from me," I admitted.
At my words, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at me."Are you telling me you have finally quit Alexander?."I bit my bottom lip and looked over at him. I told myself just a few hours ago that I was done. Alexander Smith could go fuck himself, but now as I sat here getting ink, I wasn't sure at all. How could I be? Alexander had been in my life since we were born. He's the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and I was the treasurer, we would always be each other's lives one way or another. I knew I was in trouble, but I was so determined to prove everyone wrong.
This time I don't need him in my life.
Wicked Saints. For as long as I could remember, people feared that name or any one who wore a leather cut with that name on it. Nobody messed with them and nobody questioned them. Even though I thought about leaving the club life behind more often than not, I couldn't help but feel proud to be a wicked. I was untouchable, and as I looked around the meeting room at my club family, I couldn't help but smell something."Melissa, what are finances looking alike? We have a run on Saturday for.... What the hell is it for?"Too many people, Axel Dunkens was a mean and cranky son-of-a-bitch, but he had a heart of gold when it came to his family and his club. He was a little rough around the edges with his salt-and-pepper hair and fadding tattoos, but to me, he was my dad. I hardly agreed with him and we often fought on everything, but he was my president."Children with MS," Aaron answered as he shifted in his seat. He was a strong asset to the club, but if he didn't stop being intimidated by
ALEXANDER'S POV.The name Alexander Smith wasn't spoken lightly in these areas, and when they were spoken, most people shook or turned and ran the other way. I was built like a shit brick house and not a person you wanted to fuck with. These facts turned me into the selfish cocky, beast that Iwas today. Did I regret it? Nah I remembered the day I joined the club. I had just left my dad's funeral, at the tender age of thirteen, after my dad had been gunned down by our rival club: the skeletors. From that day on, I held a lot of anger and blame towards them, which in turn made me very vindictive. But if it weren't for Axel Dunkens taking me on as a prospect and treating me like a family, I knew I'd either be in prison or six feet under. The last two places on the earth I wanted to be.The only thing that made think straight and keep my shit together was Melissa Dunkens. The only I ever cared about and now I had just royally fucked that up.Stupid, stupid, stupid! I pounded my head with
MELISSA'S POV"Melissa! Wait!", I heard Alexander's voice but there was no way in hell I was going to wait for him. I picked up the pace ready to leave but just as I made it out to the parking lot, I was immediately turned by the arm and faced Alexander."It's not what it looked like." His eyes looked panicked, and at first it flattered me that he would care that much, but I remembered my words then."What part of 'we're done' don't you understand, Alexander? I don't care what you do with that skank anymore. I hope you had a nice time." I looked up at his hair and it had been ruffled, surely from a quickie in sheets.What a pig!I shook my head and turned toward my car, but he stopped me again.He raised his bandaged hand up, and I instantly felt worry for what happened to him. What the hell did he do?"I hurt myself, she was just cleaning up the cuts." He watched me, waiting for some type of reaction, but I wasn't going to give him one. I was too stubborn. "It wasn't what you th
MELISSA'S POV. "Melissa, what the hell was that all about? Why was my Sergeant At Arms and the Secretary beating each other to a bloody pulp?" Axel sat behind his desk as he glared over at me."They were fighting over me, dad", I shrugged my shoulders. "Over this shit that happened this morning?" He sighed out his breath, looking frustrated as hell.I shrugged again and moved my gaze to my hands in my lap. "Insorts. I slept with Gearhead a few nights ago, and I told Alexander about it today. I wanted revenge." I stole a peek up at my dad and saw his brows furrowed in surprise. "Revenge? Revenge for what ?", He questioned. "You haven't heard? Alexander fucked Missy. I was simply getting back at him for that."Axel sighed and shook his head. ",Look, Melissa, you had every right to get revenge on your man, but you cheated on him with his brother". "Dad, I don't want to hear your club point of view on this right now. I need to know what you think on this as being my dad. He
MELISSA'S POV"She's really sick, Dad."I had just finished telling him what I had to deal with the night before with Mom. He sighed. "Yeah, Ia know she is, but what do you want me to do about it?""She needs help. Help that we can't give her." I didn't want to see my Mom go down this path any longer.I would love nothing more than to have somewhat of a normal relationship with my Mom again. Right now, she was a shell of her former self and I hated that for her."I know. After tonight, I will look around for some good rehab places and see if I can get her into one of them."I hugged my dad around his stubborn neck. "Thanks, dad.""Yeah, yeah, yeah, now stop with all of this lovey-dovey shit and help me out with this before the guys get here and we have to take off." I smiled as I pulled up a chair and got to work.ALEXANDER'S POV.Running drugs wasn't what this club was founded on, but in this community, we had to do whatever we could to get the income; no matter how much we all hate
Jane walked over , glaring at Melissa before she threw me a wink and smiled."I see you need another beer, honey."I only nodded as she popped the top and slid a fresh beer in front of me. I looked over at Melissa to see her reaction, and found myself disappointed when I saw she was looking straight ahead with no emotion on her face. She wasn't showing any jealousy at all and that bothered me.Normally, she would be throwing daggers at Jane with her eyes as I waited to act if she lunged over the bar.Then she turned to look at me, her tits stretching the material of her shirt."How was the run today?", She asked confidently."Fine. Good. Yeah, it was great," I stumbled over my words.What the hell, man? I was a grown ass man, not a fucking teenager. But damn, she was distracting as fuck right now.Melissa giggled and I nearly lost my shit. Her giggle could ruin me in seconds.Man, I was in trouble tonight. I had to control myself before things worsen."I better go help Gear the keys r
MELISSA'S POV.I was incredibly turned on as Aleksander bit my bottom lip just the way I liked it. He knew me more than even I did sometimes, and right now was one of those times. I felt like my nipples were going to rip holes in my shirt if they weren't pressured soon. But that's what pulled me back to the now. What was I doing?!I was falling back into his damn trap again! I pulled away from Alexander's lips and spun away from him, but he was quick to pull me back to him. His stroking tongue and nipples against my neck drove me wild as I moaned out.Looking up, I saw Jane watching us with evil eyes. Tonight was about making anyone jealous or getting back what was supposed to be mine, but seeing the way Jane watched us, I knew I had a new mission."Give me one more night," Alexander whispered into my ear as my heart ached.I really did want one more night with him too, if only to say goodbye, but seeing Jane made me want to have one more night with him just to prove to Jane that Alex
ALEXANDER'S POVI wasn't sure what was the more difficult at this moment: that I fell sleep with the raging hard-on that I couldn't take care of because I couldn't get Melissa's crying face out of head, or that I was leaving tomorrow and wasn't sure when I would see Melissa again. She made it clear last night that we were done, and I was afraid that she really meant it this time. She was never able to say no to me, but last night she did it with a lot of confidence that l really believed her this time. And that tear sliding down her cheek! Damn it, she was killing me.I strapped my duffle bag to the back of my bike before I looked back to my brothers who came to see me off. They all gave me a slap on the back kind of hug before stepping back to their spots. I wasn't surprised that Melissa hadn't shown up this morning to wish me farewell. It was pretty clear that last night was her goodbye; as much as it is hard to admit it.But then her car pulled into the lot and my heart skippe