Page 1 of Broken
Chapter One
Max
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel in pure annoyance. I fucking hate that this is the shit they assign me to do.
Prospect.
I laugh.
More like fucking babysitter.
Every time I hear “Prospect!” I just want to roll my eyes and tell them to leave me the fuck alone. I live for the club and everything it stands for. So being a bitch boy sucks. It’s not what I signed up for when I became a Hanger-On at the Deathstalkers MC. I just wanted to ride my bike. To be a part of the brotherhood and get away from my judgmental family.
So far the only thing I’ve been assigned to do is watch the officers’ old ladies. They act like bitches about it too, giving me dirty looks as I drive them from bullshit errand to bullshit errand.
Take us there.
Go get us this.
Sit here and wait.
I’ve been sitting outside this damn clothing store for two fucking hours now. I slept like shit last night, so I’m in a foul mood and all I want is to drop them off and go the fuck home.
I see the door open, both relieved and irritated that they’re on their way to the car. Two of them are with me tonight, Nikki, Pres’s girl and Lucy, who belongs to our Sergeant At Arms. At least they don’t have their damn kids with them. I can guarantee all condom companies’ stock would go through the fucking roof if you had people watch those little brats just for an hour.
Instant birth control.
The girls climb into my truck. “Okay, Prospect, we’re all ready to be escorted home now.” Nikki laughs from the backseat.
I don’t answer her. Mouthing off to a brother or an old lady will land you in serious shit, so I keep my mouth shut the way I have for the past couple weeks. In fact, if the brothers could hear my thoughts I’d be in a ditch before morning. Being a prospect is basically an invitation to get treated like dirt, mainly ‘cause everyone knows you can’t say shit back. Yea, they preach it’s about paying dues and making sure you can be loyal to the club. Honestly, I feel like I could do that without them making me look like an asshole on a daily basis.
It’s dark and I’ve spent the last half of the day driving these girls around because the brothers had church and other shit going on. I’m also not allowed to participate in any of that.
Can’t sit in on church.
Can’t sit at the table.
Can’t go to the parties.
The closest I get is being on guard duty while everyone else is inside. I glance in the mirror and see the girls whisper and laugh.
When I look back at the road, I swerve quickly to the left. They scream in the backseat as they are thrown against the door. My foot slams down on the brake and I put the car in park. My heart beats fast and my adrenaline is pumping.
“What the fuck!” Nikki shouts.
“Sorry, someone was in the road.” I look around and catch a glimpse of a person walking our way on the side of the road.
“It looks like a girl,” Lucy says and she reaches for the door handle.
“No!” I shout, and she freezes. “What are you doin’? You can’t just go out there.”
I reach for the gun tucked into my waistband. She’s right, it does look like a girl, but who knows if she is some sort of bait for us. I make sure the doors are locked and then look back up to see the girl standing at the passenger window.
I jump, surprised. “Get the fuck away from the car!” I raise my gun, but she doesn’t move. Her head cocks to the side and her blue eyes focus on me. The girl is blond, her hair going just past her shoulders. She’s dirty, her clothes are ripped like she was thrown down a mountain, and she has small cuts dripping lines of blood down her skin. She looks like she’s in her early twenties. The girl blinks a few times before turning and walking the same way she was before.
My chest is rising quickly as I try to process what the hell could be going on. Then I hear the locks click and before I can stop her Lucy is out of the car, running after the girl.
Fuck!
