Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(18)
I don’t get a chance to respond before she answers her own question. “Of course, he didn’t. If he did, the club would’ve been burned to the ground.”
I stay quiet as she continues to pace back and forth alongside my bed. I want to tell her to calm down, especially since she doesn’t need to be so upset. It isn’t good for her. She’s been so sick the last week that she’s barely gotten out of bed. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her, but whatever it is, it has to be bad. Thank God, Chipper finally convinced her to go to the doctor. She went in and had some tests a few days ago, and she has to go back Monday for the results. I want to go with her, but Chipper said he’s going. For some reason, they don’t want me there. At first, it hurt my feelings, but then I realized they were trying to protect me. That’s when I really got scared.
Mindy walks towards me, bringing my thoughts back to the situation at hand. “Don’t say anything about Timmons to anyone. Let Kidd deal with it.”
“What if he has no choice but to send me back?” I ask, fear running thick through my voice.
She shakes her head. “That won’t happen.”
“But, what….” I start to ask again, but she quickly cuts me off.
“If anyone tries to take you from me, we will run so fucking far away that no one will ever find us,” she says defiantly before pulling me from the bed and into her arms.
CHAPTER Five
Kidd
I spend most of my ride to Mateland thinking about Jenna. Getting away from Big Clifty might be a good thing, ‘cause Lord knows that I need some space from her. She’s too fuckin’ young for me. The fucked up part is I still want her. The more I’m around her, the more I feel the need to claim her. Fuck! I feel like a damn pervert just thinking about that shit.#p#分页标题#e#
I also spent a good portion of time thinking about Mindy, and hoping she’ll get better while I’m gone. I don’t know what in the fuck is wrong with her, but I know it ain’t just a damn cold like she says it is. Colds don’t last for months and months on end. Every time I’ve looked at her over the last few weeks, I think of Ma.
After Ma died, Mindy took care of all of us. Her and Chipper were already together when Ma first got sick, but he hadn’t claimed her yet. After Mindy spent months cleaning up Ma’s puke, there was no fucking way Chipper was going to let her go back to being a club whore.
Chipper has always had a thing for older women, so it wasn’t much of a shock when he fell for Mindy, who is ten years older than him. They tried for a long time to have kids on their own. They even tried In-Vitro, which cost them out the ass, but no matter what they did, Mindy never could get pregnant. After it was all said and done, Mindy just had to come to terms with the fact that she’d never have a baby. Having Jenna in her life is a blessing for her, really. Jenna ain’t really much of a kid, but at least Mindy has someone now to mother.
When I finally reach the MC, the guard at the gate gives me hell about coming in. I swear the mother fucker had to get permission in the compound before he opened the gates. I’m the fucking Vice President of the original club. I have more power than any of these dickheads here. Someone my age being the VP of a club is kind of fuckin’ rare, but that’s beside the point.
Chipper held my seat before me, but he stepped down a few months before he came to Mateland. He said it was too much shit for him, especially with Mindy being sick. Having the VP duties, he missed a lot of time with her over the years, and he didn’t want to miss any more. Pop was pissed, because he wanted Chipper to be the Pres when his time is up, but Chipper didn’t give a fuck. He refused to listen to Pop and seems happier for it.
When the mother fucker finally lets Reese, Preach, and me through the gate, I jump off my bike and stomp to him. “You ever lock me out of one of my clubs again, I will put a bullet in your fucking brain. Do you understand what I’m saying, brother?” I shout with a sneer.
“This is Killer’s club,” he says with more attitude than I like.
I grab him by his cut and pull him towards me. “I’m next in line to hold the fucking gavel. This club house, and every other one that flies under the Renegade Sons flag, is mine.”
With those words, I send my fist into his face. I then turn around and walk into the clubhouse. There’s a party going on, but I don’t see anything that pisses me off; none of the shit that Chipper and Reese told me about. Sure, there are a few brothers smoking weed, but no coke or heroine are to be seen. There’s also plenty of club pussy wandering around, but none that looks like the underage variety. Then again, we sat outside of the gate for nearly twenty minutes just waiting to get in this bitch. A lot of shit could disappear in that amount of time.