Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(3)
Timmons’ arms tighten around my waist, causing a sharp pain to course through my ribs. “It doesn’t matter how fucking old you are. You’re mine, and pleasing me is the only damn thing you need to be worrying about anymore. Understand?”
I have to swallow a gasp of agony, but force myself to answer. “Yes, sir.”
Dad looks from me to Timmons. “I can’t tell you how to treat her. She’s your old lady now, so it’s your choice. But if you don’t lay off taking your fists to her, she won’t make it more than a week or two.”
Timmons body tightens next to mine. “Like you said, she’s my old lady. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to her,” he says in a near shout.
Dad raises his hands, palms up, in an attempt to calm down Timmons’ anger. “You’re right. She’s none of my business anymore. I won’t say shit about it from now on.”
Timmons leans towards Dad, causing my head to nearly hit the table. “You better not. ‘Cause if you keep getting in my business; I’ll get in yours. I’m sure you don’t want the boys from Big Clifty knowing your secrets. Be a real shame if they found out you’ve been using their cocaine to feed that nasty little habit you got. You know what I’m talking about, right? The coke that should have been in Cali by now.”
Dad’s face turns red, and I can tell he wants to come across the table and lay Timmons out. Instead, he sits back and scowls. “You got what you wanted. Take her and get the hell away from me.”
Timmons chuckles as he stands us up. I look back towards Dad while Timmons pulls me across the room. He’s staring at me with a look of regret on his face, but he keeps his mouth shut. I guess his secrets are more important than his daughter. Before Timmons pulls me into the hallway, he shouts across the room, “Come on Rig! Let’s go have some fun with my old lady.”
CHAPTER One
Chipper
Anger fills me as I walk through the Mateland, Missouri chapter of the Renegade Sons MC’s club house. I didn’t want to come to this shithole, and now that I’ve seen what’s going on, I can’t wait to get my ass out of here. There’re a ton of reasons I gave up the VP chair, and being away from home is one of the biggest. I can’t believe all the shit I’m seeing. There are drugs everywhere-- every-fucking-where. One of the club whores is literally snorting coke off the fucking floor. Never seen anything like it in my life.
I’ve been here nearly two hours, and I’ve yet to see a member sober enough to talk business with. I should be home taking care of my sick wife, instead of having to deal with a bunch of fucked up dipshits. My Dad is the President of The Renegade Sons MC. He knew some shit was going down with the Mateland Renegades Chapter, so he sent me here to talk to Killer, the Chapter President. Dad wants me to find out what the fuck is going on with the missing cocaine. It was supposed to have been transported to California last week, yet no one there has seen it. But after being here two hours, it isn’t hard to figure out what happened to that shit.
“Yo, Chipper. Are you still lookin’ for Killer?” One of the prospects quips from behind the bar.
“Yeah, is he back yet?”
“Yep, just came in. I saw him walking down the back hall with a few bitches,” he says as he wipes down the counter. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he knows some serious shit is going on, and he’s smart enough to know that he doesn’t want to get on my bad side. I’ve talked to him a few times today, and he seems like a good kid; a little green, but all prospects are. Maybe I should take him to Big Clifty and let him see what it means to be a true Renegade Son.
“What’s your name?”
“Reese,” he says, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
I shake his hand and look back towards the coked up members. “How long’s this been going on?”
He shrugs. “Not sure man. I just signed on a few weeks ago, and I’ve been on the road since then. I just got here this morning.”
“It wasn’t like this when you were here before?” I ask.
“Today’s my first time inside the clubhouse. I signed on as a prospect after meeting a few of the members at Sturgis,” he explains.