Biker Bait: The Lost Souls MC Series (2 page)

“
Thanks.” I said, drinking the beer, I was pulled in for a hug which from a big ass biker, quite hurts.

“Alannah, come her
e.” I peeked over Oak’s shoulder to see Aunt Kitty calling me over. Old Ladies rarely party at the clubhouse but tonight was different, it was a celebration, my home coming.

Shot
s of Tequila were lined up on the bar, for a bunch of women in their late thirties to late forties they could still hold their liquor. It was hard not to stay in the party mood with their wild enthusiasm bouncing around but what Michael said earlier kept running around my head. 

Beginning to feel the Tequila kicking in and my party mood
completely evaporating, I slipped out of the clubhouse and quietly climbed the old stairs to the club roof. The one place I am able to think in peace, I could still hear the music but up here I could pretend no one was around. I knew it would be awkward on my first night back with Cas around, at college it was easy to forget about him, but here I was fooling myself that I could escape him. Promising myself there and then, I would do my damn best to stay away from him, I had to. I love the club, I’ve grown up not knowing any different, but I’m not stupid, I know my place and as a woman, even the niece of the notorious Michael Blake, my place is way down in the ranks, even below the old lady status. It doesn’t mean I’m not loved as much or respected and treated well, I just know that if my uncle decides to send me somewhere for my benefit and the good of the club, I would have to go and that would absolutely kill me. His constant digs about having more than the club were screaming at me, it was the only ending I could think of, is he trying to prepare me for something?

Sighing, I look up at the stars, pondering what my fate will be.

“It’s good to have you home Barbie.”

Sparky
was climbing the ladder up to me. I nodded and he came to lay beside me.

“Might not be my home after tomorro
w.” I mumbled, not bothering to look at him.

“This will always be your home, don’t
be worryin’ about it.” he assured me.

“Do y
ou know what’s going to happen to me?” I begged.

“You’ll know when you need to kno
w.” he said, regretfully.

I knew he wouldn’t tell me, that’s how the club worked, everyone working on a need to know basis.

The smell of his leather cut and beer on his breath was a comforter, I remember my first year at college, I felt weird because I missed the smell of leather and oil and any other aroma that reminded me of home, college didn’t smell of anything remotely the same.

“Thanks for coming to visit me while I was awa
y.” I told him, I valued each time he came to see me, he gave me a piece of home in a place that resembled nothing of here.

“It was nothin’, couldn’t leave you too long on your own, you might have come back in a Prius or somethin
’.” he shuddered at the prospect.

I laughed at the thought, no one could make me laugh like Sparky.

“As if jackass.” I mocked him, bumping my shoulder to his, “Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s going on with Michael?” I pushed.

“Barbs, I’m under gossip lockdown I’m afrai
d.” he said, slightly frowning. Great, so there is something occurring I’m not going to like.

“You should go back d
own to the party, your fans will wonder where you are.” I told him, it sounded mean but if he wasn’t going to tell me anything, then I wanted to be alone.

“Hey, you have fans too. You’re the guest of honour and you’re not there eithe
r.”

I shrugged, not knowing how to get rid of him.

“C’mon, I’ll get you a drink and then you owe me a dance.” he said, making to stand up. He lowered his hand for me to grab and reluctantly I accepted.

“I don’t owe you anythin
g.”

“Oh yes you d
o.” he murmured quietly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, pulling my hand out of his grasp.

“It means you don’t own a fuckin’ Prius coz’ I dragged my ass to come and see ya.” he said, quickly. “Just, trust me. Have a drink, a dance, you know fun and don’t be worryin’ about the future, it always works out in the end.” he said softly, taking my hand back in his.

He hadn’t said anything specific, but I trusted him enough to know he was telling me something. I let him guide me back to the bar and downed the shots pushed in front of us.

“How about that dance now Barbie?”

He didn’t give me no choic
e, he pulled me to where the make shift dance floor had been made and pulled me into his arms.

The song was
slow and I relaxed against him. It was a lot quieter in the clubhouse now it was getting late, people either drunk and passed out, or off somewhere with their old ladies or with one of the club whores. They might not behave in a gentlemanly way but I can’t imagine my life without these men being a part of it.

As I looked around, the club
house hadn’t changed at all. The bar still ran along the far wall where the stairs to the dorm rooms were housed on the first floor, the huge Lost Souls badge hung covering half of one of the walls, pictures of Harley Davidsons covering the wall space that was left. Three pool tables pushed around the sides to make space for the dance floor, reclining chairs and couches littered about.

The only difference
since the last time I was here, is Cas standing at the bottom of the dorm stairs, scowling at me. He must be taking a break from his whoring fuck fest, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his jeans hanging low with his bare chest slightly covered by his cut, he truly is a painfully beautiful sight. Closing my eyes to him, I turn and bury my head into Sparky’s chest. Remembering what he said about not having to worry about tomorrow, I begin to relax and before I know it the music is being turned down, we had danced for hours and my feet were killing me.

Ever the big brother to me, he walked me to my Uncle’s house and made sure I was in before he turned and walked away.

Chapter Two

Alannah

It could be the Tequila still lingering in my system from last night, or it could be the impending ‘talk’ with Michael I have later today that has me feeling like I want to throw up. For the first time in my life I wish I had a normal family, where coming home didn’t have
so many different outcomes.

The only guarantee in my life today was the fact the heat was already stifling as expected, I threw back the covers and slid out of bed. Choosing a pair short shorts and
a tank top and underwear, I head towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Thirty minutes later I was making my way downstairs to the kitchen as I heard my Aunt Kitty talking to Michael, they hushed as I entered the room and joined him at the table. Their silence only caused my nausea to worsen.

“After you’ve eaten, meet me in my office and we’ll talk.” he said, rising from the table and immediately leaving the house.

Once we heard the front door slam shut, my aunt sh
ot across the kitchen.

Her
flaming red hair fell around my face and her thin yet very strong arms enveloped me in a bone crushing hug, she wasn’t a big woman but she had the strength of a man three times her small size.

I laughed nervously and hugged her back.
It dawned on me that my aunt would know what my uncle had in store for me, but as a loyal old lady she wouldn’t open her mouth, her reaction now convinced me I wouldn’t like what my uncle had to say.

I barely touch
my eggs and bacon, deciding to get this over and done with.

“I’ll see ya later Kitt
y.” I yelled, escaping out of the door before she could reply.

It was still pretty early as I crossed the compound to the clubhouse where my uncle’s office is. Inside, it wreaked of booze, smoke and women. A couple of prospects were on cleaning duty and by the looks on their faces, they weren’t happy about it, but being a prospect, they get all the grunt work. 
 

Cas
was coming out of the office as I was walking down the hall, I hated my body for reacting at the sight of him in his jeans and a black tee that showed his tattoos snaking up and down his arms. Sticking to my plan of ignoring him, I moved to the side and waited for him to pass, he stood there staring at me.

“Hey, you’re the one who said to stay out of your way, now can you do the same, I need to go in ther
e.” I said gesturing to the office door, surprising myself at how strong I sounded.

He blinked and moved to the side, he stayed there until I knocked and waited for permission to
enter. When my uncle called me in I didn’t look back and shut the door behind me.

“Hey darlin’, take a sea
t.” Michael said, nodding to the chair opposite his desk.

It felt like I was back in high school being called in to the headmaster’s office instead of my uncle
s.

His office wasn’t as large as some of the other rooms, a large wooden desk took most of the space up with his large chair on one side and two smaller chairs on my side. The wood panelled walls made the room darker than it should be for this time of day with the sun shining as bright as it is. Once I was seated he came round and sat on the edge of the desk, this is bad,
it was the same scene around me when he told me my father had died. My father was the first president over The Lost Souls MC, he always managed to give me his full attention while never abandoning his brothers or the club. In this world we live in, it’s more expected to die during club business or from an accident on the road, however, my father suffered the last year of his life from testicular cancer. To this day, the pain from missing him is still raw, I long ago tired of trying to get over his death knowing I never would, I’ve just learned to keep it to one side of my heart.

My uncle
looked like he was trying to find the right words to tell me whatever he had to say. He wasn’t a man with a wide vocabulary, but I knew him well enough to know even though he didn’t know how to tell me, his decision would be final.

“Before
I say what I gotta say, I want to say how fuckin’ proud of you I am, the first in our family to graduate college, fuck, you’re the first to actually go to college.” he smiled, fondly.

I only went because he gave me no choice, and while I hated every minut
e of it being away from home, I am glad I went.

“Thanks, what’s this about uncle Mikey?” I asked, t
he longer he stalled, the more I dreaded what he had to say.

“While you’ve been away, the club has been through the shi
t, you were safer at college than here and now you’re back, I’ve made the decision to move you to our house in town, it’ll keep you away from the club.”

“Excuse me!”
I shrieked.

I know I sounded like a spoilt brat but
I couldn’t believe it. I have to leave!

I
knew it was a possibility but I never thought he would actually make it reality.

“This life isn’t for you Alannah
, you deserve so much better. The place I chose for you is in a safe location, it belongs to the club so you needn’t pay rent. I’ll cover the bills for a while. You’ll be fine.”

“
And what if I don’t want to go?” I asked, stubbornly.

“You have no fuckin’ choice girl, you’ll do as you’re tol
d.” he snapped.

“I’ve always done as you asked, I went to college when I didn’t want to, but I don’t want this. Please, there has to be something I can do for you around here?” I begged.

“Alannah, your father left you in my care, I’m only doing what he wanted for you. He never wanted this life for you, I let you grow up in the club because it was easier for me, but now you’re an adult, you can look after yourself.” he said softly, he knelt down in front of me and held my hands.

I knew if my father was still alive he wouldn’t push me
away, he would keep me close.

“Please, business is gettin’
bad around here at the moment, I don’t want you to be a part of it, don’t you understand, this is your chance to be free from the club.”

As his words sunk in, I wanted to vomit.
I didn’t want to be free from the club, he was making out this was something I wanted when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Then it dawned on me, people who left the club couldn’t come back.

“Are you banning me from the club?” I whispered.

“Not as such, but you won’t have free range anymore. This is for the best Alannah. You have an hour to pack your things up, one of the prospects will help you and drive you into town.”

An hour? That’s all I get?

I honestly didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. The look in his eyes told me I wouldn’t change his mind, there is no point in arguing. I stared at the man who has raised me since my father died when I was six years old, his greying long hair, and dark beard covering his handsome face so much like my fathers, he was barely recognisable to me now. How could this be happening?

I pushed my chair out from behind me and walked away. If he didn’t have anything further to say then neither did I.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of slamming the door behind me, I wiped the few tears that had escaped down my cheeks. Everyone must have known what was going to happen to me, no one warned me, not one tiny teeny heads up of what was to come.

Fuck everyone
. I have obviously been kidding myself I have a family here. Without a doubt I know my uncle would have had this planned for a while and while they came to collect me from college, they would have known what was in store for me. Like the worst fucking nightmare, everyone was filling into the clubhouse, normally they would have still been in bed but today of all days they had to be standing around to watch my humiliation.

I held no one’s gaze until I made it to the door leading outside and S
parky made a bee line for me, putting his arm across the door to stop me from leaving. I kept my eyes on his bare arm, focusing on the scar that ran along one his Lost Souls tattoos’.

“Move. Please.” I snapped through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be like this, none of us wanted this for you.” he urged, looking at everyone in the bar.

I slowly turned to see exactly who was here.

Oak, Pope, Slade, Lizard, the prospects that were cleaning earlier, and a couple of club whores that had woken up with a brother. Most of them looked at me, silently telling me they don’t agree with this decision, Oak sat nursing his whiskey with an apologetic frown not quite meeting me in the eye. The last one I came across was Cas, who had found himself a whore while I was in the office.

“You knew
what he was planning.” I forced out through gritted teeth, trying to push him out of the door, “You knew and you told me last night not to worry.”

I desperately wanted to scream and cry but I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

“I couldn’t say anythin’, I fuckin’ tried to get him to change his mind but he wasn’t havin’ any of it.” he shouted back.

I could imagine how much he tried, my anger deflated with his sincerity, he wasn’t happy about this just as much as I wasn’t. 

“Doesn’t matter now, I have nothing to do with this place.”

“Of course you do, you just can’t live here. Might not be as bad as you think?”

I could tell he was trying to make light of the situation but he hadn’t heard what my uncle said.

“Do you know what that makes me feel like?” I asked, angrily.

He shook his head but he knew.

“It makes me
feel like a fucking club whore. Oh, hold on, they have more than I do.” I hissed.

“He
y.” one of the whores protested,

“Shut the fuck u
p.” someone advised her.

“Excuse me Miss Alannah, your uncle said to remind you
that you only have an hour.” one of the prospects said, coming up behind me.

“Fuck of
f.” I muttered, “Now, move.” I said to Sparky.

I didn’t want to fight with him but my humiliation was getting the better of me.

“Do you want me to take you into town? The prospect can take your things in the truck.”

“No,
if I have no part in the club, then I don’t want anything from any of you. Now, please get out of my way.” I begged. I wasn’t fair to him or anyone else saying that but he wasn’t letting me leave and the whole scene was embarrassing.

He grabbed me by both wrists, pulling me into him.

“Don’t be so fuckin’ stupid Barbie, we
’re still your family.” he warned.

“I don’t want anythin
g.” I narrowed my eyes and carried on, “And I’ve told you, don’t call me Barbie.”

Any normal girl plays with Barbie dolls when they’re young and that’s acceptable, me
, the MC princess owned every Barbie doll available added with natural blonde hair of my own and I get nicknamed forever.

It was cute when I was six
but now, it’s insulting.

“Let her g
o.”

Everyone turned to see Cas moving towards us.
Sparky didn’t want to let me go but he couldn’t refuse his vice presidents order. Sparky reluctantly released me but didn’t move out of my way.

“Prospect
, go and pack her things and bring the truck round, force her in if you have to.” he told him.

“I’ll pack myself,
I’m not having no fucking prospect touch my things.” I said acidly.

Cas ignored me and nodded for the prospect to follow his order. As he went to pass I stood in his way. I didn’t know this prospect but he looked like he hadn’t bathed in months and this is the man my uncle and former club wanted to help me. It was fucking unbelievable.
 

“If you for
ce me in that truck I will knock you upside your fucking head all the way where you’re forcing me to go.” I warned.

I’m not usually violent by nature, but as humiliated as I felt I just wanted to get out of here and disappear.

It would be comical if I weren’t so mad, I had the prospect squirming, frantically looking between his VP and me.

He was never going to make the cut if he couldn’t deli
ver one girl to a house half an hour away. Just pathetic.

“Fuckin’ hell woman, can’t you just for once do as you’re told?” Cas groaned.

“Screw you. You don’t get to talk to me.” I snapped, pointing my finger in his direction.

Before I could stop him, he crossed the distance between us and threw
me over his shoulder, yelling for the prospect to follow him.

I was an outcast and I was being treated as one, it didn’t stop me from fighting him all the way to the house. He carried me up the stairs, opening doors until he found my room and threw me on my bed.

“Pack your shit.” he bellowed and left.

I couldn’t help it, I broke down and cried. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Aunt Kitty came in and held me, soothing me in her arms.