Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(57)

He also fills me in on some shit that’s been going down at The Kitty Kat that I need take care of.  Sounds like I need to go over some rules with those bitches--again.   Apparently, someone was passing out drugs at the strip club last night, and it’s a known fact that selling drugs at The Kitty Kat is a big time violation.  Even doing drugs is against the rules. They can smoke a little weed, but anything else isn’t allowed. They all know the rules, and the girls that broke them will have to hit the road over it.  Then, the one that brought the drugs inside of the club will be feeling the bite of my hand before she follows them out the door.  
I pull out my phone and text Skittles to let her know that she needs to take Daisy to the hospital, and that I’ll straighten that chick’s head out later.  I love Daisy to death. She’s one of my best friends, but she can’t keep doing stupid shit.
Then, I decide to go to the apartment complex that houses the club whores and the strippers that work at The Kitty Kat. I’ll take care of my business there, because there’s no reason to bring that shit to the clubhouse.  
Head down, I walk out to my car, a shiny silver-blue BMW Z4 Roadster.  I bought my baby just last month with the money that I’ve been saving. Chipper got pissed as soon as he laid eyes on her and told me that we’re bad asses. We drive Harley’s, not BMW’s. I guess he forgot, as a woman, my only spot on a Harley is in the bitch seat.  That’s a club rule; one of many that I don’t agree with.
I’m sure he’d been okay if I’d have bought a Ford or a Chevy, but that’s not what I wanted.  I wanted something classy.  I haven’t had a lot of classy in my life, but my baby is pure class. Chipper may be the closest thing I have to a father, but I worked my ass off to get this car, so he can just fuck off. I smile at my baby one last time as I run my hand along her hood and make my way to the driver’s side door.
“Jenna!” I hear shouted from behind me. Jesus fucking Christ, am I ever going to get out of this place?  I feel the urge to run as soon as it registers in my brain whose voice is calling for me. Shit! It’s Chipper. Only he calls me Jenna in front of the other guys.  In fact, only a few people here even know my real name anymore.   Kidd christened me Ice a few weeks after I stopped talking to him.  Since then, I’ve done my best to bury the name Jenna, along with the rest of my secrets.
“You keep your ass right where it is.  We need to talk, and I mean for us to talk right now,” he says as he stalks towards me.  #p#分页标题#e#
I turn around and look at him square in the eye.  I have to fight the smile that normally crosses my lips whenever I see him.  I’m madder than hell at Chipper, and I plan to let him know it, but I’m just not ready to have the ‘Kidd’ conversation yet.  I know he wants what’s best for me, but that doesn’t mean he can try to run my life.  I am, damn near, twenty-four years old.  It’s time he learns how to step back and let me make my own decisions.  
As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it’s hard being around Chipper.  He reminds me too much of Mindy. Losing her was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever been through.   Mindy was just like a mother to me.  Shit, she was more of a mom than my mother even thought about being.   I would spend the rest of my life back at the Mateland charter, and let Timmons do anything he wanted to me, if it meant I could get just one more day with her.
Chipper makes out like he’s a badass, not to be fucked with, but around Mindy and me, he was always loveable and friendly.  Hell, Mindy used to call him her big teddy bear, and I used to tease him all the damn time about it.  Now, I only mention it when I’m drunk, and that’s not to tease him.  Instead, it’s to remind him how much Mindy loved him and how good he was to her.  
When Mindy finally passed away, there was a change in Chipper.  He still treats me the same as always, but there’s a sadness in his eyes.  Sometimes, I think watching him wallow away in his grief is worse than losing her.
I know Chipper didn’t want me to be a part of the club. We fought about it, but nothing he said could change my mind. Finally, Chipper gave in to what I chose, and I started working at The Kitty Kat.  Of course, him giving in doesn’t stop us from having a full out war whenever he feels the need to remind me that my life is too fucked up and he wants me to change it.
Trying to ignore him, I open my door and attempt to get in before he can get to me.  I don’t even get my ass halfway in the seat before his hand wraps around my upper arm and he pulls me out and slams my door. “When I call you, you stop,” Chipper growls out.