When did she get her car here?
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she whispers, and my mouth parts as she removes her cut and hands it to me and I take it before it can drop on floor.
Shit, shit, shit.
“You’re leaving him?” I confirm, putting on a cold mask.
She nods once and admits, “I can’t keep having my heart broken by him, Jax. I deserve better than this and I honestly don’t think my heart can take the pain any longer,” she sniffles, “You are not like your sister. You’re not leaving the clubhouse or going away for college, and I know me leaving won’t hurt you as much as her.”
I shake my head, squeezing the cut and mutter, “That isn’t true, Mama. I don’t want my parents to break up because then in my head, it proves love just doesn’t exist.”
She sniffles making me flinch before she rasps, “And I can’t walk back into those doors knowing I’ll walk in on your father getting a blowjob from a clubwhore thinking his actions are perfectly fine. I’ve seen the look Cherri has been giving him since he gave into her, all she’s waiting for is for me to turn my back.”
I wince knowing she’s right. She stayed twice before, but by the sounds of things, that was for Marie and me. We’re older now, and I guess it’s time for Mama to live for herself for once.
I swallow hard, trying to control my emotions, and nod in agreement, and she physically relaxes. The tension, with the knowledge that I won’t try and stop her, leaving her.
Brothers, whether they have an old lady or not, they fuck the women willingly giving them their bodies because they like the fact they’re wanted. They like the attention they get, they get hard on it and they don’t fucking care who they hurt in the process.
Brick did it to his old lady Anna and fathered a child, a child that wants nothing to do with us. Now their relationship is struggling though he never would have strayed if she hadn’t fucked a prospect to get his attention, or that’s what the brothers accused her of but with how these men are I’d call bull. Ivy’s dad Glock has fucked a few clubwhores when drunk and woken up the next morning acting like it never happened, his old lady Clara unaware. Dad can’t keep his dick in his pants even when sober so why would Mama want to stay?
“I’ll call you when I’m settled,” she whispers.
I nod curtly, trying not to break at the tears shining in her blue eyes. I don't know what to say to convince her not to leave.
She sighs and kisses my cheek before she climbs into her car, and not once do I stop her.
Shaking my head, I turn and head inside, her cut clutched in my hands, not willing to watch her drive away, my mind struggling with what is happening.
Marie is gone, and now Mama.
Sniffing hard, I storm into the common room with purpose, but pause as my eyes go to the bar to see Cherri rubbing Dad’s hard-on through his jeans despite Ivy being in the room as he looks at her full of lust.
Mama was half right, I guess. Mother fucker!
Chuckling darkly, I descend the few steps near the door and storm across the light common room, towards the bar ignoring the concerned looks coming my way and without giving a fuck that he is seconds away from jizzing in his jeans like a pussy, I shove Mama’s cut into his chest making him grunt then growl as he looks my way.
He freezes with the cold look on my face as his hand goes to his chest when I move mine. He grabs Mama’s cut, not realizing what it is, while Cherri, however, gasps seeing the leather before a sly smirk etches on her feature making me fist my hands to stop myself from killing her.
“Mama has officially hit her limit. She’s done, left, so good job, Dad…,” I state loudly, and everyone looks our way in shock.
Dad blinks, allowing my words to sink in before his face goes ashen, realizing what he’s holding. He shoves Cherri out of the way, making her tumble, while he shoulder-checks me and rushes to the door to go after Mama.
“Good luck, fucker,” I sneer as the front door slams against the wall before his roar can be heard throughout the room realizing she is indeed gone, and I glare at Cherri who is smart enough to look away.
I’ll never have a woman and put her in this fucking position.
Ivy – Thirteen Years Old
My mouth parts in shock as Pitbull runs out of the room like his butt is on fire while Psycho glares at a half-dressed Cherri, her butt cheeks on full view from her G-string making me want to puke and she looks away knowing she’s now officially on his shit list and being on Psycho’s shit list is not a good thing to be on.
“I thought the club girls had to dress normally for family days?” I ask quietly against my big brother’s chest, where I’m currently cuddled up, not stupid enough to question why Jessica left, leaving her old lady cut behind.
I’m a club brat, the daughter of the current road captain, a role my big brother will take over from in a few years’ time. This means I know how some brothers act, and I’ve seen things no thirteen-year-old should see.
They’re dirty dogs, plain and simple, and shouldn’t even have old ladies.
It doesn’t matter if they have a family or a woman who has devoted their whole world around them and their honor within the club. If a club girl walks up to them half naked, the temptation is too hard to walk away from for them.
