Chapter 4

Sadie

As I drive away from Razz and Trigger’s home, I’m enraged and dejected, but not defeated. I have to hand it to the little pixie. Instead of backing down like I’m used to seeing her do, she stood up to me. She put me in my place and had the proof to back it up. But she has no clue at how good I am at getting what I want.

She may think she’s won by turning the MC against me and even taking Dani out of the picture, but she has no clue the lengths I will go to. I’ve been this way most my life and not even the Southern Chaotic’s can stop me.

I am thankful that she stopped ranting off who I’d been with in Cumming. It leaves me with many more potential contributors to my destruction of Raquel Samson. The greatest thing about a small town is that everyone knows everyone else’s business. I’m sure Razz has skeletons in her closet she doesn’t want released that could destroy her and I’m going to make sure that they come out in full force.

Losing Dani was definitely not in my plan. I could’ve guaranteed you she would’ve been on my side and not on Razz’s. If the bitch hadn’t brought out the fact that I continuously slept around with the men folk in Cumming, she probably would’ve stayed right where she’s been. Another strike against Razz. The destruction that I’m going to cause is all her fault. All she had to do is back the fuck off of Trigger and let him take care of me, but no. She had to shove her nose in my business.

You want to know how I’m so sure I can destroy her pretty little life in Cumming. Let me start from my beginning.

I grew up in a small town just like Cumming, except in Mansfield, Louisiana our rundown shack was on stilts. My momma left my daddy when I was ten and never looked back. She used to tell me if you aren’t happy, do something about it and that’s what she did. She left to find her happy. My dad felt bad for me because my momma left, so anything I wanted I got. Even though we lived in a house that looked like it was going to cave in, he spent every extra penny he had on me.

I blame my father for the way I am. He’s the one that showed me that if I cried hard and long enough, I could get almost anything I asked for. He showed me that being sweet and well-mannered could get me even further.

The first time I stole a candy bar from Mr. Girouard’s grocery store and got caught, he swore up and down he was going to call my daddy. I turned on the waterworks and a sob story about how my daddy was never home and how much I always wanted that candy bar. It worked and my conniving got better and more frequent.

My first ‘boyfriend’ in high school, Steven, came from a wealthy family. Of course he didn’t pick me, I scoped him out. I found out his weaknesses and played on them. He’d fallen in love with the head cheerleader and was mystified as to why she’d choose a geeky boy named Thad. All I had to do was make him feel good about himself and rave about how much she was going to miss out on and he was hooked. Even then I knew boys were stupid and easily manipulated.

Our relationship lasted about two years. He took me on extravagant trips and expensive dinners. If I wanted something, he made sure I got it. When it was time for him to go to college and I had no plans to go anywhere, I promised him I’d always be here when he came to visit. Every time he came home, I’d make sure my other boy toys were satisfied and Steven wouldn’t catch wind of my transgressions.

Then a positive pregnancy test later and I knew that being pregnant was going to be the best and worst opportunity for me. I knew that if I told Steven I was pregnant his family would’ve made sure we married. I didn’t want to be stuck with Steven for the rest of my life, so I kept it to myself until I talked to my father.

I tried to pull the wool over my father’s eyes, but Albin Breaux had finally realized I was just like my mother and cut off any type of support. He said I could stay in the house, get a job and raise the baby. Shit, for a normal teenage girl that would be a dream since most would kick their daughters out for being pregnant.

I figured I’d leave and my daddy would come looking for me, but after six months and then a year with no daddy, I knew he was done. He was probably glad to be rid of the leach I’d become. He was probably able to cut his hours back from driving a rig. He probably was able to fix up the shack since he never was with me around mooching off of him.

When I called him out of the blue months ago, he was ecstatic to hear from me and since Trigger was getting way more attached then I wanted, I decided it was time to go back to Mansfield and find another unsuspected man and see what my daddy had to offer.

His excitement and relief to see me lasted all of a week when he realized I had no plan to get a job to support myself and Lyla. The second week he’d waited for Lyla to go to bed before he laid into me about me being old enough to support myself and he was giving me another week to get a job. Job slob. I didn’t want to fucking work anymore. I’d done enough working for the past nine years that I should be able to have someone else support me.

I let my father’s words roll off my back until I’d been in Mansfield for a month and started getting morning sickness. Cue in déjà vu. I knew I needed to get the hell out of here and find another small town to convince to take in the helpless single mother. I siphoned money out of my dad’s floorboard safe and hit the road leaving Lyla behind. I knew my father would take care of her and I’d done enough for her since she was born. She’d be fine. She’d served her purpose for me.

I did a search on small towns in Tennessee and decided my next destination to be Erwin, Tennessee. Just like Cumming, Erwin was full of busybodies and an old lady named Clarice who opened up her home to me and my unborn child. She cooked, cleaned and never once hassled me to get a job. She wanted me to take care of myself and the baby. I did offer to help her with her finances since she lived strictly off of Social Security. She was delighted to have the help and I was delighted to skim a little off the top each month.

It was a shame when I got word from Dani that Trigger was happy and talking about getting engaged to Razz. Good thing I arrived when I did or my next handout would have been married and tied down to a bitch that is too curious for her own good.