Fucker.
“Message Viper and let him know of her antics, brother, she needs to be taught a lesson,” I mutter as we walk out of the club, and he laughs harder, making me roll my eyes.
All the brothers know she wants my cut, and I’m the idiot for entertaining her for as long as I have.
It’s definitely time to find a new fuck.
“You know you could always get an old lady,” Blade jokes as I climb on my Harley, and this time I do laugh along with him before I start my bike up and pull out of my space, speeding off towards the clubhouse.
Fucker knows I’ll never settle down, and not just because I’ve watched brothers cheat on their women repeatedly, including my dad with my mama and watched women try and trap brothers. Like Cherri, a clubwhore did it with our mechanic Randy believing he was becoming a brother because of how close he is with Brick, not realizing he’s turned the brothers down several times and gave birth to his daughter Lake that no brother has met and had a label put on her head as a patch chaser despite Cherri not being in her life. She finds her useless her words not mine. Either way my mama wouldn’t accept any woman I may choose.
Throughout high school, every time I’ve tried to date, my mother has gotten involved and pushed them away to the point where I’ve realized that settling down isn’t in my future, and I’m alright with that.
Quick fucks are all I need.
Raya – Age Fifteen
“You’ve got some moves going on there, huh?” Mama says, making me jump and I spin around with a gasp and quickly turn my music down.
I swear I can feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment at her grin. Her caramel eyes that are so different from my icy blue ones I inherited from my dad shine with laughter, meaning she’s been standing there for a while.
Crap.
I give her a bashful smile before I clear my throat and quickly pick up the shoes I dropped during my little dance off.
“I knew I should have put you in dance class,” she says, and I can hear the laughter in her voice.
I look her way as I snort, “Mama, we both know I wouldn’t have been able to keep up. Most days, I have two left feet.”
She grins as she tucks some light blonde hair behind her ear, again, completely different from mine, which is white-blonde just like my dad’s.
The only two things I inherited from Mama are her short height and smile, the rest of me is all Daddy.
“I think you would have killed it,” she admits as she walks into my room and helps me tidy up a little before my best friend gets here.
“You have to say that, you’re my mama,” I remind her, and she laughs but nods, knowing I’m right. “Is Daddy home yet?” I ask, and Mama shakes her head. Disappointment fills me, but I try to swallow it, knowing he’s saving lives.
You see, my daddy doesn’t need to work, he’s rich, not that anyone knows. He came from a rich family that didn’t accept Mama into the fold and decided it was best to kick him out and disown him when they gave him an ultimatum. Of course, Daddy chose my mama, who is his everything. Unfortunately for them though, after they disowned him, they didn’t realize his great-grandmother, who passed before he chose my mother had left him the family fortune. His parents tried everything to get it back, but thankfully, everything they tried failed, costing them more money in the process. He hadn’t heard from them since, not even after I was born. Nothing. While we don’t live like people with money, living in a modest house and not owning anything with pricey labels, Dad could have spent his whole life at home but instead, he wanted to save people.
Being a firefighter was his passion, one I am proud of him for. I just wish he had been home earlier today.
“He’s been called out on a job, a family home has gone up in flames, but he said he will not miss your birthday dinner for the world,” Mama says softly, and I grin wide, knowing he won’t let me down, he never does, just like he never lets Mama down.
Twice a month, they have a weekend just for themselves, and honestly, their love is one for the books - one I want when I’m older.
Green eyes pop into my head, and I quickly blink them away.
Crushing on my best friend's brother, one who is a part of the Dark Angels and is dangerous, is not a good idea.
For as long as I can remember, my heart has always accelerated when he’s around and pounds hard like it’s trying to get out of my chest but I can’t go there and not just because he’s Ivy’s brother. Mind you, the same Ivy I have known since I was five years old and I hit some boy, giving him a black eye after he shoved her off the swing. The sad truth is because he hates me, and I mean hate-hates me.
Every time I’m in the same room as him, all he does is glare, and I haven’t even done anything to warrant it.
Stupid boys.
I shake my head and quickly grab the thin silver chain with a heart-shaped pendant that says 'daughter' on it and put it on – my birthday gift from my dad – and I smile, seeing that it fits perfectly and complements my light blue, knee-length skater dress.
“Are you sure you don’t want a big party, sweetheart? I can swing it for the weekend if you’d like,” Mama asks, and I look in the mirror to see her looking at me with a little guilt, like she should have asked beforehand, which makes me smile.
