Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(86)

Kidd didn’t want me going into the city.  He’s on edge, because Timmons has been in town.  I am too, but I can’t let that dick control my life.  He took enough from me when I was sixteen. I refuse to give him anymore.  Kidd kept bitchin’ until finally, I told him I needed a break, which is true.  I’m not used to being an old lady.  I am definitely not used to having someone by my side night and day.
It’s only been a few days since he claimed me, but we’ve spent most of that time together.  I’ve spent a few hours at The Kitty Kat or over at the apartments working with the girls, but other than that, he’s been by my side.  After I explained that I was starting to feel smothered, he agreed to let me go with Daisy, but made me take one of the brothers with me.
Needless to say, Rum has not been a happy guy today.  I guess he’s not as into nails and hair as we are, but he’s been happier since Daisy showed him her new bikini wax.  Granted, Daisy doesn’t spread her legs for the boys, but she doesn’t mind showing them her mind blowing body.  She may be a tiny thing, but she’s by far my best dancer.  Guys come from miles around to see her dance.  When “Little Flower” takes the stage, the crowd goes fuckin’ wild.
I’ve never really had a woman friend before, but I love Daisy.  We’ve really grown close since she started dancing at The Kitty Kat.  I’ve known her for years, but I never thought of her as a friend before.  Now, I rarely go through the day without talking to her.    
When I see her looking into the visor mirror, I shoot her a wink and smile.  “I love the pink tips. Wish they’d show up in my hair.”
She smiles back and touches the tips of her hair.  “My Mom’s gonna flip the hell out.”
“You’re a grown ass woman.  You need to get the hell out from under her thumb.  You should move into the apartments with the other girls.”
She closes the visor and looks at me.  “I can’t,”
“What do you mean?”
She leans back into her seat and closes her eyes.  “Mom’s been going to the gambling boat again.  Dad doesn’t know, but they’re about to lose the house.  They need the money I make to keep them afloat.”
“What the fuck?  You’re supporting them?”
She shrugs.  “I’m helping them out.”
Yep, Daisy’s mom is a bitch; even more of a bitch than I thought.  “What’s that got to do with you living in the apartments?  You know the girls live there for free.”
“I know, but if I lived there, I couldn’t make sure stuff was actually getting paid at home.  Sure, I could pay the bills and stuff, but how would I know if there was food in the house or other shit they need?”
I shake my head.  “You could buy groceries and take them there.”
She lets out a frustrated breath.  “If I’m not there, I won’t know if Dad’s getting his pills. I have to keep them locked up and give them to him myself.  If not, they’ll disappear.”
Maker had a bike wreck a few years back.  He shattered his left hip and has been in pain ever since.  “Is he taking too many, or is your mom selling the shit?”
She turns her head towards me and shakes her head.  “She sells them before she even gets them home. Dad had to call the pharmacy and tell them not to let her pick em’ up anymore.”
My hands tighten around the steering wheel.  “He needs to throw her the fuck out.”
Daisy doesn’t respond, and we fall into silence as we finish our drive home.  Ten minutes later, we pull into the compound.  As soon as I do, I see Krista’s car sitting out front.  After last night, I didn’t think she would have the nerve to show her face around here.  
As we walk toward the club house, I hear a party going on inside.  From the sound, I’d say it’s one hell of a party.    My eyes narrow when I look back at Krista’s car. Something tells me that I’m gonna be walking into something I’m not gonna like. I turn to Daisy. “Did you know they were having a party tonight?”
“No.” She says, shaking her head.  
Daisy’s not really a part of the club, so she doesn’t come to the club house very often.  Just like me, when she turned eighteen, she had a choice to make.  Leave the club or become an old lady or a club girl.  She chose to leave the club.  Working at The Kitty Kat keeps her close though, and her friendship with me brings her to the clubhouse every once in a while.