Renegade Lady (12 page)

He was here earlier.  I spotted him near the back when I walked in.  We stared each other for what seemed like hours, but he never said anything and neither did I. Kidd has tried many times to talk with me
since that night. Each time he does, I can tell that he’s just doing it because he feels like he has too.  I would rather he ignore me than feel like I’m some kind of obligation.

I know he’s hurting.  His woman is dead, and he was fucking me when she was dying, but it wasn’t my fault. I don’t care what he says. I didn’t cause her death.  I never would’ve let him touch me if I’d known they were still together.  At least, that’s what I tell myself.  To be honest, I’m not sure I could ever tell him no.  Even now, knowing he’s as much of a jerk as my father is, I’m not sure I could turn him away.

Realizing that, I’ve been doing my best to stay clear of him.  I probably won’t be able to avoid him for long, because tomorrow, I have to tell Chipper my choice. I have to leave the club or join it. See, the club has rules.  Women can’t be members, but they can be property.  There’s only two ways to become Renegade Sons property. One is by becoming an old lady. The other is to become a whore.  What you can’t be is unclaimed. Now, I could go out into the world on my own if I wanted to, but I’d no longer be a part of the club. I’d still have Chipper, but my time with the rest of the boys would be cut back.  I wouldn’t be allowed at the club house, except for family gatherings.  There’d be no more poker parties at the club house with Timber, no more bartending lessons with Preach, and no more midnight bonfires in the club yard with Reese and Pebbles.

Chipper doesn’t want me to become a club girl. He wants me to get out and get away from all of this, but this is my family. Timber, Chipper, and Reese are three important men in my life that I can’t live without. I’ve made my choice. I’m just not willing to give all that up.  Really, I don’t have many options.  I hate school, so college is out.  There’s no damn way I’m spending the rest of my life flipping burgers, and that’d be the only job I could get without any kind of education.  I could always dance at The Kitty Kat, but those girls end up being club whores before long anyway.  So I don’t see the reason in putting it off. 

I think Chipper knows I’m leaning towards becoming a whore, because he’s been talking to me about becoming one of the boys’ old lady instead.  He says that there are a lot of members that will take me, but I don’t want any of them.  We fought about that too. Maybe I still am holding out hope for Kidd? Nah, that can’t be it. I need to give up that fantasy. I know what being an old lady entails, and no way in hell am I going to be some house wife while my husband goes out and fucks around on me every night.

I shake off thoughts of Kidd, Sarah, and even Mindy,
as I snatch my diploma from the superintendent’s hand, and march off the stage.  Unlike the rest of the parents that sit in their seats and clap, my family comes running.  Before my feet even hit the auditorium floor, I’m tossed over Chipper’s shoulders and Timber shouts, “It’s time to fucking party!”

They don’t even give me time to change, so I end up on the back of Chipper’s hog in my gown and cap.  We barely make it out of the parking lot before my hats flies off.  I watch it sail into the sky, and a big smile crosses my face. 

Thirty minutes later, I’m sitting at the club talking to Chipper.  I knew we were going to have this conversation, but I didn’t realize that it would be so soon.  “Can’t we talk about it later?”

He shakes his head.  “No, darlin’.  We need to talk about it now.  If you’re going to college, we got to get your applications and shit started.”

“I know,” I whisper, trying to stall.  I don’t want to disappoint him, but I don’t want to leave the only family I’ve ever known.

“So Jenna, hun, what have you decided?” Chipper says softly.

I sigh and nod. “I’ve decided to stay.”

His face goes hard and turns red. “The fuck you will. I love you girl. You know that, but I want better for you.”

“I’m not leaving my family,” I say quietly. “I can’t leave you.”

He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze.  “You don’t have to leave forever.  Just go to school for a while, and then you can come home.”

“I don’t want to leave for even a day.”

“Then go to community college.  It’ll be just like it was in high school.  You go during the day, but you’ll be home every night.”

I shake my head.  “I hated school. You know that.  If it wasn’t for you and Mindy, I would’ve quit a long time ago.”

“College will be different,” he pushes.

I shake my head again.  “No, it won’t.” I look into his eyes, hoping that he’ll see how determined I am.  “You said this was my decision, and I’ve made it.  I’m staying.”

“So, you want to be a whore.  You want to be used by all the guys and tossed to the side when they get what they want.”

I shrug.  “Been there, done that.  At least this time, it’ll be for men I respect.”

Anger flashes in his eyes.  “Think about it a little more, and we’ll talk again in a few days.”

“I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, but a few days will not change my mind.”

“Fuck,” he yells and stomps away.

Kidd

I walk into The Kitty Kat and hear sounds of
Rag Doll
by Aerosmith pumping through the club.  I look over to Preach and Reese who are walking in with me.  “Sounds like one of the girls has a new routine. I haven’t heard that one in here before.”

A smile spreads across Preach’s face, and Reese rubs his hands together.  “Yeah, let’s go see who’s shaking their ass.”

As I walk further into the room, the stage comes into view.  What I see takes my breath away.  Jenna has one leg wrapped around a stripper pole, her upper body bent back, and her hair brushing the floor.  Her beautiful nipples are covered with red flower pasties, and a silver G-string is the only thing covering her ass. 

Anger shoots straight through me. I take a step towards the stage, but Reese grabs my arms.  “What the fuck are you doing, man?”

“I’m getting her ass off that stage.  I don’t know what in the hell she’s doing up there, but this shit is gonna stop.”

“She’s been dancing for a few weeks.  You’ve been on the road, so you didn’t know.  She’s been working here since she graduated.”

“Why the fuck did Chipper let her do this?”

Reese shrugs.  “Wasn’t his choice.  You know the rules. Girls are old ladies or whores.  The choice of which one she wanted to be was hers.”

I jerk away from him.  “She could’ve went to college.”

“Jenna wanted to stay part of the club.  This is the only life she knows, and she didn’t want to walk away from it. Just be happy she’s not whoring yet.”

I get in his face.  “She’s not gonna whore, and any brother that touches her will pay. He’ll pay with his fuckin’ life.”

“Unless you plan on eighty-sixing her, then it’s not your choice what she does.  Long as she follows the rules, she can spread for whoever she wants.”

His words send my already bubbling anger to its boiling point.  “Like I said, a brother touches her, he dies.”

“Until you brand her, she’s free game.  The boys won’t force shit on her, but they will take what she gives them.  Jenna’s not only beautiful, but she the freaking queen of the Big Clifty crew.  Every brother is panting to get a piece of her.  You can’t fight every one of us.”

What the fuck? “Everyone knows she’s mine.”

Preach steps up and adds in his two cents.  “Everyone also knows you did her dirty.  Your half ass claim won’t stop them.”

“Fuck you both!” I shout, as I stomp out the door.

CHAPTER
Eleven

Jenna

I walk into the club, my legs shaking with each step.  There’s a party here tonight, and it’s my first night as one of the girls.  I’ve been working at The Kitty Kat for nearly three months now, but I haven’t actually slept with any of the guys yet. At least not for money, but I have for pleasure.  Believe me, Reese and Timber are all about pleasure.  It seems I’ve got a talent for shaking my naked ass; so much so that some of the guys talked Roxy into letting me work the party. 

Most of the girls start working parties as soon as they start working at The Kitty Kat, but Roxy refused to let me come to the club house.  In fact, she tried to keep me off the stage.  She didn’t even want me waitressing.  For my first month there, I wasn’t allowed out from behind the bar, but Timber put an end to that. 

He made sure that Roxy knew that eighteen year old girls did not serve booze.  No way, no how.  We can take off our clothes all day long, but we are not allowed to do personal dances or touch the liquor.  That shit is illegal.  He also made sure to tell me that Roxy knew that it was illegal.  He said that she’s just trying to keep Reese from seeing my naked ass. 

Too bad for her; he already has.  Yes, I have slept with Reese.  Quite a few times, actually.  After what my mom went through, I never thought I’d willingly sleep with a married man, but Reese is different.  He’s married to a bitch.  No that’s not true; he’s married to the
bitch
! 

Roxy not only throws attitude his way all the fucking time, but she also spreads her legs for any guy that comes around.  In fact, she’s been doing that for a while now.  Long enough to give him a beautiful red headed daughter; a daughter that he loves more than anything in the world even though he knows that she can’t possibly be his.  She would and could snatch Pebbles away from him if Reese ever thought about kicking her ass to the curb. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hear from behind me as I continue to walk into the club house.

I stiffen because I know that voice. It’s the voice I’ve learned to hate. I turn around and glare at him.  I motion towards my barely there dress and say, “What’s it look like I’m here for?”

His face goes hard. “You are fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you be a club whore.”

“Sorry, boss.  The decision has already been made,” I say, shooting him a saccharine sweet smile.

He shakes his head and leans his head towards mine.  “No, fucking way!”

“Your dad already approved it, and last time I looked, he was president,” I say, making sure to put just a bit of bitch into my voice.  “We can talk about it again when you take up the gavel.”

“Aren’t you ever going to give me a chance to apologize?” he asks, his voice getting loud.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything that most men don’t do on a daily basis.  You wanted some pussy and you said what you had to say to get it.”

“I’m sorry about Mindy’s funeral.  I shouldn’t have left you. I’m also sorry about the things I said the night Sarah died.  They weren’t true,” he says, his voice strained.

I want to scream and tell him he’s right.  I want to tell him that he should have been there for me and how much his words hurt me, but I can’t.  I can’t let him see how much pain I’m in. 

“You know what?  Fuck you.” He looks as if I’ve hit him.

“Don’t do this, Jenna.  We’re friends.”

“Here’s a news flash for ya, big guy. You and me, we’re not even friends anymore. We haven’t been in a long damn time, not since you made me your whore. Not since you blamed me for Sarah’s death. Now we’re not anything. Isn’t that awesome?” I say sarcastically and paste on a fake ass smile. “I fuckin’ hate you.”

And with that, he looks as if he just found out someone died. Good. I want him to feel that pain.  I want him to feel the pain that
I’ve been feeling ever since he left me.  I only get two steps away from him before he’s pulling me back.  “I might not be able to stop you, but I ain’t going to let you walk in there like that.”

I jerk my arm away.  “What do you mean?”

“When you go in there tonight, you have no power.  They won’t hurt you, but you’ll have no choice about who you end up with.  The only one of the girls that has that power is Roxy.  As the lead, she controls what goes on. If she was working the party, she would be able to choose who she hooked up with.”  He looks me up and down, something important working behind his eyes.  “Roxy hasn’t been doing her job the way she’s supposed to.  I’ve been looking for someone to take over.  I know you’ll need help, but Mary will lend a hand whenever you want.”

“What are you saying?” I ask, knowing he cannot mean what I think he does.

“I want you to take Roxy’s place.”

I shake
my head.  “She would shit a brick if I took the girls from her.”

“I don’t give a fuck.  If she gives you any trouble, let me know.  I’ll handle her.”

I only take a second to think about it.  I know Roxy, and I know the stuff she does to the girls isn’t right.  “As long as Mary will teach me the ropes, I think I could handle it.”