Page 5 of Fiend
“Yea,” The Brothers yell.
“Fuckintastic! We’re going to keep those punks under our thumbs. On another note, the club whores are causing more issues, and it pisses me off. They want to fuck the MC’s Princesses, and that’s not acceptable! I want all of the Brothers to keep an eye on what they’re doing and say. I want you to inform me of it, ASAP,” Demon growls, looking at the Brothers.
“Will do, okay,” the Brothers say.
“Church is over! Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon growls, pushing off his chair and pumping his fist.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, standing and pumping their fists.
Two
Autumn
I walk out of the shopping mall with my bag, look around the parking lot, and walk to my car. I get inside, tossing my purse and the bag onto the passenger seat. I close the door, lock it, and turn it on.
Okay, all clear.
Those stupid fuckers that are messing with the MC have made several threats of taking Wynter and me, and it has me on edge. I know that most of the time, nothing happens, but these fuckers are vicious.
Yeah, I took the risk to come on my own since I wanted new sexy underwear and a few new tops. Since Wynter was busy, yeah, with Blood, I came on my own.
They’ve been together on the down low, which doesn’t make any sense to me. You can see that they’re fucking in love. I bet that my brothers, the entire MC Brothers, can see it.
I know that my brothers will blow a gasket if they know that I’m here on my own. But I didn’t want a fucking Prospect shadowing me, and seeing everything I do.
Fuck no!
They don’t need to see the intimate clothes that I was buying.
I turn onto the MC clubhouse driveway and drive to the back of the building. I pull into my favorite parking spot and turn off my car.
I grab my cell phone and swipe my finger over it. I’m so fucking excited and can’t wait to share it with Wynter. I found the perfect spot in the mall for our special project.
I look at the photos that I took with my cell phone of the place I found for our coffee shop. We want to open one up to pull in our own money. The MC is going to finance it, and that’s awesome.
It's exciting that we have something that’s ours, it’s our project, and it will be a fun place for us to work. We envision a retro-style coffee shop, offering specialty coffee, pastries, and gourmet sandwiches. Of fuckincourse we’re having hamburgers and fries.
We’re considering hiring women from the women's shelter. Hopefully, we will give them the opportunity to earn some money. Of course, it’s still in the early stages of planning, but we’re working on it.
I push open the car door, grab my purse and bag. I get out and walk to the clubhouse. I enter through the back door because it's private, I don’t have to see the fucking bitches, yeah, the club whores. I walk to the back section that’s secured and enter the code into the pad. I walk into the small apartment that is only ours.
“Sis,” I yell, walking into our private area.
I walk down the hallway, passing through the small open space that’s the kitchen-dining combo with a living room.
“Yeah,” Wynter yells.
War made sure to secure this section in the clubhouse for us since we’re the only MC’s Princesses.
She’s my twin, yeah, and my BFF. But we don’t look alike. She’s fucking badass, a little harder, realistic, and a no-nonsense bitch. I’m prissy, a dreamer, yeah, the Prince Charming and happy ever after sappy bitch.
We’re the MC’s Princesses, so you can say that it’s in my blood. But that doesn’t mean that I love that it’s my life, I could have been happy in a normal family. But that’s just it could have, should have, sort of stupid thoughts. Thankfully, I’m growing out of that mentality and embracing my MC lifestyle.
It’s who I am.
That means that I’m going to pick the best motherfucker biker that I see. Yeah, especially if he’s a badass, hardcore, MC biker. Yeah, he has to have it in his blood as I do because I don’t want a son of bitch who wants to be an MC biker that’s learning our lifestyle, our culture.
I want a man, a fucking biker that knows the score like I do. I want him to make me melt, or to combust - that would be amazing.
