Two Weeks Ago
Jasmine
I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked around the room. This night, the thirteenth of October, was something special. This was the anniversary of the day my motorcycle club became a real, legit business. And tonight, my girls and I were going to celebrate like we owned the place.
“This is incredible,” Roni said. She sidled up next to me and took a long sip of tequila from a glass clutched in her hand. “Can you believe it, Leslie?”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t help grinning. “I know,” I replied. “It’s fucking amazing, and I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Roni grinned back. She was my oldest friend among the girls, the person I trusted the most in the world. Years ago, when everything had really started going downhill for me, Roni was the one who’d picked me back up and made things okay again. I owed my life to her, and only her. I hadn't trusted her at first – she'd always had a bad reputation around town. But after I got to know her, I realized that her critics were just jealous. Either that or they couldn't stand the idea of a woman biker. Roni was the strongest fighter of the group, someone who really deserved the patches she wore.
“You should be proud,” Roni said. She pulled me closer and bumped her hip against mine. We both exploded into giggles like a couple of college girls.
“I am,” I admitted. “But I want to grow the club, you know? I really want to make things happen for us.” I sighed. “A few years ago, we were just another MC trying to carve out our place in the world. But now, Roni, we can take over the whole fuckin’ city.” I grinned. The windows were open and the cool fall Los Angeles air was streaming in. I loved the city; it was anonymous, it was dark, and most of all, it was powerful. And tonight, it felt like we owned the damn place.
Looking around at my girls, I was filled with a sense of pride. This was a real club, a real sisterhood. None of that backstabbing shit that went along with being in an MC. These girls were likely family, and it was my duty to protect every single one of them. I loved being president, and I’d defend my role with my life. It wasn’t enough to keep my girls alive and well-moneyed—I wanted to make a real mark. I wanted to show all those goddamn men out there that I was just as tough as they were.
“Boss,” Roni said, leaning down close. “Look, Taylor just got here.”
I watched as Taylor, one of the newest members, slunk into the room. Her shiny brown hair was loose and draped over one shoulder. Taylor was still new; her eyes bugged out every time she saw a gun, and she had porcelain skin that hadn’t yet acquired the perma-tan from riding out on the road. But she was tough, feisty, and smart—a combination I liked in all my girls. Taylor was good, she wouldn’t fuck up. She wouldn’t get us into trouble.
“Hey,” I said as Taylor strolled over and thrust a bottle of aged bourbon into my waiting hands. “How’re things?”
Taylor sighed. She looked nervous all of a sudden, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and glancing around the room. “I don’t know,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I know this sounds kinds of weird, but I think someone may have followed me here.”
Roni laughed—a deep, rumbling sound. “Ain’t no one getting in our clubhouse,” she said defensively, sucking her big front teeth. “Want me to go outside and take a look?”
I thought about it. Sure, Taylor was a scaredy-cat. But Roni knew what she was doing, and I realized that other clubs probably knew tonight was our anniversary. Our guard was down, we were partying hard. It wouldn’t be the worst time to strike an offensive.
“Yeah,” I said after a beat. “Go check it out. Want someone to go with you?”
Roni grinned at me and reached down, patting the gun she kept at her waist at all times. “I already got someone, boss,” she said, nodding towards the gun. “Don’t you worry about me.”
I watched Roni swagger out of the room with the confidence of a hundred women. Someday, Roni would be the leader of this MC. That was what she wanted; with her fierce expressions, fiery eyes, and attitude that wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was okay with that, but I was glad that she kept me in my place for now. I loved being the president. Someday, I’d retire. Roni was younger than me and hadn’t been around for as long. We’d met a long time ago, but I hadn’t trusted her until she’d come to my aid after my parents were first killed. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in worldliness. I hadn’t ever had a second-in-command as dedicated or as tough, and that was in all my years of biking.
“So,” Taylor said softly. She stepped closer. “You know, there was actually something I was hoping to talk to you about.”
I held up my hand. “Later,” I said. My senses were tingling and I was on high alert. Until Roni came back and declared the outside a safe place, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to have any conversation.
Taylor was…interesting. She was the daughter of a former MC kingpin, and although she’d grown up around bikers her entire life, she hadn’t exactly learned their tactics. It was still obviously foreign territory for Taylor—a girl, not yet a woman. She was only twenty, and she looked it.
“No,” Taylor said. It was the most urgent tone she’d ever used with me. “This is important, Jasmine.”
“Call me Jaz,” I said absentmindedly. “No one in the MC uses my full name.”
Taylor smiled. “I think it’s pretty,” she replied.
I sighed again. “So what did you want to talk about?”
Just then, Roni burst back through the doors. She held her arms up in the air and sauntered over with a satisfied grin on her face. “Bunch of peeping Toms,” she said dismissively. “I showed ’em!”
"I bet," I said dryly. "They take off?"
Roni scowled. “Like I’d let those assholes hang around here,” she muttered under her breath. “Seriously, Jaz, you know that.”
I bit my lip. Something inside didn’t feel right; I couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was like there was something wrong. Turning to Taylor, I said, “What was it that you wanted to ask me again?”
Taylor bit her lip. “Nothing,” she said. “We can talk later.”
Roni watched Taylor walk away. “She’s an odd one,” Roni said quietly. “Why did we take her in again?”
I sighed. “Because her father was the leader of a big MC in San Diego, and she knows the ropes,” I said. “And we need some younger members.”
Roni looked around. “I think we had a good group,” she said defensively, puffing her cheeks out and blowing out a steady stream of air.
Some of the girls on the other side of the room started cheering. They were pulling open cartons of alcohol and putting everything up on the bar. I loved the new clubhouse; we’d bought it a little over six months ago, and it was finally shaping up to be amazing. We had a recreation area with a bar and then a meeting room, with some small bedrooms in the back. I had a rule about driving drunk. The cops were always on the local MCs, and since we did our share of illegal business, I had no intention of letting them anywhere close to my girls.
“Jaz!” Patti, one of the longtime members, cried. “Come have a beer with us!”
Grinning, I swaggered over to the corner of the room and grabbed a beer. We all toasted, threw our heads back and drank. This was the start of good times, and it felt so good to be celebrating. For once, I didn’t have a care in the world. I wasn’t worried about what would happen in the future; I knew that we’d be fine. I just knew it.
“Steph,” Roni said, low in my ear. “Look who just walked in.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great,” I muttered. “Assholes.”
There was a group of guys walking in. I recognized them immediately: Venom Brothers. Venom Brothers was one of our rival MCs in the city; they were up to the same business that we were, and we often fought for suppliers’ rights. I didn’t trust them further than I could throw them, and it was just like them to crash our party.
“Hey, assholes,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “No men allowed, didn’t you see the sign?”
I didn’t recognize any of the men and I thought they must be new members. They were all youngish, with scruff on their chins and cocky grins plastered on their faces. A rumble of anxiety went through my stomach as one of them reached his hand into the plastic bucket and pulled out a beer.
“I’m entitled to a drink,” the man sneered. “I’m Mike, by the way.”
I bristled. “And you’re leaving, by the way,” I snapped. “Out! Go!”
“Jaz,” Taylor said in a whining tone. She ran up to me and grabbed my arm with both hands. “Come on, don’t be so hard. Can’t they stay?” She batted her eyelashes at one of the men, and I rolled my eyes. “They’re just guys, they want to celebrate with us.”
“Yeah,” Mike echoed. “We just wanna party with some cute girls for the night, why isn’t that okay with you, Boss Lady?”
The other girls were looking at me hopefully. I could tell the only one on my side was Roni.
“Fine,” I snapped. “But don’t even think about doing something in the parking lot. Everything stays in here, not outside. No guns, no fireworks. You got that?”
Mike grinned wolfishly. He pulled his gun out of his waistband and tossed it on the floor. “Sure thing,” he said with a smirk. “I’m gonna go talk to some of your fine ladies.”
I watched as the other men helped themselves to beer and spread out, chatting up my fellow Wild Witches. A ripple of discontent went through me. It wasn’t fair! If my girls and I broke up a Venom Brothers event, we’d be out the door before we could even exhale. But as women, we were just supposed to be thrilled when the men showed up to party with us?
“Ugh,” I muttered quietly to Roni. “I’m so fucking sick of men.”
She laughed loudly. Roni was a lesbian, and she shared my opinions of the men of LA. Even though I was straight, I didn’t think the men around were good for anything. They were all useless assholes that loved showing off. I knew that I could take better care of myself than anyone else could, and that was the most important thing in the world. I wasn’t going to lose my head over some asshole just because he looked good in a pair of leather chaps. I was done with that part of my life; it was over. Now I was responsible for a group of women, and I wasn’t going to let them down, no matter what.
“Me, too,” Roni said slyly. She clinked the neck of her beer bottle against mine and looked deeply into my eyes. I shivered; even though I knew Roni better than any of the other girls, she still had a way of unnerving me. We used to joke that if I was gay, I’d be head over heels in love with her. But I wasn’t, so sometimes she just made me vaguely uncomfortable.
For the next couple of hours, I kept a wary eye over my flock as they drank and caroused with the Venom Brothers members. Part of me—a very, very small part of me—was nervous that their leader would show up. Joshua McQuillen had been in charge of Venom Brothers for years. Joshua McQuillen, that rat faced fuck. Joshua McQuillen, my first love.
The two of us had been together as kids. We'd practically grown up in each other's backyard, and for a long time, I thought we were going to get married. But things hadn't worked out like that, and now I spent most of my time avoiding him. I wasn't even sure that he knew I was still in town. Things were different than they had been back in the day, much different. I was a different woman, with no time for flirtation or love.
“Hey,” Patti said to Roni and me. She came up with a drunken smile on her face. “This is a great party, you guys.” She wrapped an arm around each of us and pulled us close. “I can’t believe we made it.” Patti threw her head back and looked around the room, her smile growing wider by the second. “This is incredible.”
“And it’s all thanks to Jaz,” Roni said. She poked me in the ribs, and I let loose laughing. It came out louder than I expected, and that was when I realized just how much I’d had to drink. More than I’d planned on having, that was for sure. I was going to have to spend the night at the clubhouse unless I wanted to wind up in the drunk tank.
Mike walked up and put an arm around Patti. He was already hammered—his eyes were barely open and his face was flushed bright red. “Hey,” he slurred in Patti’s ear. “Whaddya say we go back to one of those bedrooms?”
“Forget it, pig,” Patti said. She lightly punched him on the shoulder. “I ain’t doing nothing with you, you gate-crasher.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mike slurred. “I was invited; I swear I was.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah? By who?”
Mike looked right at Roni. “Her,” he said, pointing at her broad chest. “This girl. She invited all of us, even Joshua.”
I cringed. Even the sound of his name was too much for me to handle. "I doubt it," I said, dryly. "Roni wouldn't want a bunch of men hanging around."
“Oh yeah,” Mike said. He poured the rest of his beer down his throat. “She’s a dyke, I forgot.”
The sound of Roni punching Mike in the face was louder than it should have been. She moved so quickly that I barely noticed her powerful left hook connecting right with Mike’s jawline. Mike was on the ground in a matter of seconds, moaning and clutching his bloody face.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” Mike whined, rolling around in a pathetic pile of limbs. “I didn’t say nothin’ to you!”
Roni spat on his prone figure. “Fuck you,” she said in a sotto voice. “I don’t have time for this shit. Jaz, I’m getting another drink.”
Patti looked at me with her eyes wide. “Wow,” she said. “I didn’t know this would be such a big mess.”
I shrugged. “Forget it,” I said. “They’re not going to fuck with us. They know that they’re on our turf now.”
“Hey,” one of the other Venom Brothers guys said. He walked over and looked down at Mike. “What the fuck happened here?”
I stood defensively, bracing with my legs shoulder-width apart. “Nothing you need to worry about,” I said as sharply as I could. “One of your men got a little fresh.”
The guy laughed. When I glared, he almost looked guilty. “Sorry,” he said. He held out his hand. “I’m Will,” he added. “VP of the club. Nice to meet you.”
"Pleasure," I said sourly. We shook and then I pulled my hand back, stuffing it in my pocket. “So, what really brought you men here?”
Will shrugged. “We didn’t have shit to do tonight,” he replied. “And Mike told us about some chick biker party, we thought it would be fun.”
I pursed my lips. “How did he find out?”
Will shrugged again. “I dunno,” he said, glancing down at Mike’s prone figure. “He said he was invited by one of the members.” When he saw the expression on my face, Will rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a bitch,” he said. “Some of your girls must like having men around sometimes.”
“Right,” I said slowly. “I just don’t think any of the girls would have invited y’all here, you know? This was a celebration of us, of our MC. It wasn’t supposed to be some free-for-all fuck fest.”
Will laughed. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you,” he said, almost admiringly. “Should I leave you alone?”
I hated to admit it, but I wasn’t exactly in pain while talking to this guy. He was cuter than Mike, with dirty blond hair. He reminded me of Joshua, in a way that both thrilled and horrified me. I could see him and Joshua riding together, leading the Venom Brothers into all sorts of trouble together.
“You still running guns?” I asked softly.
Will looked surprised for a moment but then he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s our main source of income.”
“And everyone in the club is fine with it?”
Will looked uncomfortable. “I can’t really talk about this right now,” he said. Suddenly, his jaw dropped and he looked alarmed. “Hey,” he said, grabbing my arm. “One of your girls just fell down.”