Ava
Laying outside catching some sun, a shadow appears, blocking it out, and I open my eyes, seeing Hawk standing there “Hawk you're blocking my sun.”
“Need ya darlin’.”
“What for?”
“You know what for?” I lift my Aviator up and look at him
“No sorry I'm busy” I hear someone else laugh and I look past Hawk to see Asphalt and Magic.
“Come on darlin’ we really could use your skills.”
“No, I'll pass,” I tell him.
“Clubs payin’ two-grand darlin’.”
“Nope, sorry I can't, I'm working on my tan.”
“What fuckin’ tan, we live in Oregon and you're fully fuckin’ clothed” I smile.
“I'm still working on it.”
“Widow don't be a bitch” I look up at him again.
“Ooohhhh!” I hear behind him, but look straight at Hawk.
“Excuse me!”
“You heard me” I look up at him again (he's gone fuckin’ loco calling me a bitch)
“Have a safe trip?” I tell him, and the shadow moves. The sun beaming down on me again, and I close my eyes.
*
It’s a half an hour later, and another shadow blocks out the sun again this time it's my dad “What the fuck Widow?”
“What?” I say, looking up
“Club needs you darlin’.”
“I'm not in the club, dad, so I don't have to do fucking shit.”
“What the fuck Ava?”
“You guys use me all the time, and I'm sick of it,” I tell him standing up and facing him, so he knows I’m serious.
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“I'm sick of being treated like nothing.”
“Alright, you’ve lost me,” he says a little confused, I roll my eyes at him.
“I'm fucking treated like a nobody until they need me, I'm nothing to the club, and that was pointed out to me the other day when I was in the clubhouse.”
“By who?”
“It doesn’t even matter; I'm not helping.”
“Ava!”
“Dad,” I say, I know I get good money working for the club, but I want more I want my dream.
“Ava the club needs you.”
“And I fucking said NO!” I yell at him as my mother comes out the back door.
“What's going on?” she asks us as we both just stare at each other.
“Nothin’ angel go back inside,” he tells her.
I watch my mom hesitate, but she does what she's told, and I shake my head (I'll never be that woman submissive, meek pushover just accepting of what my husband tells me... fuck no never and no fucking husband for that matter... ever)
“See that, that's what I'm talking about, I want more, ” he squints his eyes at me.
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he asks sounding frustrated.
“I want more,” I tell him again.
“More of what?”
“Respect” I wave my hand around trying to think of something else.
“Respect”
“Yes, respect.”
“Widow the club give you plenty of respect.”
“No, they're nice to me when they need me.”
“Baby girl what the fuck is goin’ on?” I hesitate taking a deep breath and just blurt out what I've been wanting to say for the past couple of years
“I want to be a member,” I tell him and he laughs, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Oh! Your fuckin’ serious?” he says, looking confused.
“Yes, I'm serious” (deadly fucking serious)
“Darlin’ the club doesn't have any women members.”
“Dad, I've earned my Cut over and over, I've proved my loyalty to the club. I've even bled for it” his face pales as he looks down at the bullet wound near my hip that's been tattooed over to make it unnoticeable, but if you run your hand over it, you can feel it.
“Widow, darlin’, baby girl” I hold up my hand for him to stop
“There is nothing in the bi-laws that states a woman can't be a member” dad frowns.
“Not happenin’,” he says, leaning forward to try and intimidate me.
“So, Justin can join, but not me.”
“Yes”
“Why? Because he has a dick!”
“Yes”
“Well, I'll have you know, I have a variety of dicks under my bed.”
“Ava”
“Dad, you said the club needs me, I've done my time. They all trust me, for fuck's sake Hammer is my godfather please dad. I want this so much talk to Preacher, please” he shakes his head.
“No darlin’ I'm sorry, but you’re a woman” I'm fucking pissed.
“Then go fuck yourself,” I tell him walking past him into the house and slamming the door (I'm a woman fucking chauvinistic pig, it's ok to teach me to be a fucking killer for the club, but I can’t become a member because I have a fucking vagina...... fuck that)
*
I'm sitting on my bed listening to music when the bed bounces and Justin rips my earbuds out “Fuck off” I tell him trying to put them back in, but he pulls them again.
“Why didn't you help Hawk and the guys” I shrug my shoulder (it's none of his business) “Oh yeah, heard you want to be a member” I look up at him
“How the fuck, do you know that?”
“Overheard”
“Overheard, Who?”
“Some of the Brothers,” he says, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Who?”
“Hammer and dad.”
“You just overheard”
“Well, they didn't know I was there and I heard them talkin’.”
“God you’re like a fly on the wall,” I tell him.
“I can't help it.”
“I'm gonna call you fly from now on.”
“Don't you fuckin’ dare, that shit gets out, and I'm stuck with that name forever, it'll even be engraved on my tombstone” I laugh
“Dumbass you know I'm telling everyone now.”
“God, you’re a fuckin’ bitch!” I smile.
“Like you didn't know that already, now tell me what Hammer had to say about me.”
“He said it sounded like a good idea and that you were right there weren't any rules in the bi-laws sayin’ women can't be members” I smile (thank you Hammer) “Don't get happy you still need a vote from all of the members, all thirteen votes.”
“Fuck dad won't let me join.”
“Ava, you know dad's a pushover, he hates it when you give him the silent treatment just do that, and he'll cave”
“No, I don't think he will, not on this”
“Ava dad has been takin' us to every self-defense class under the sun; you had your first gun at age nine. He's brought us up to know how to subdue an opponent” I smile at my little brother maybe he not so dumb.
“He has, hasn't he”
“Yes, now you know your target, you know his weaknesses, and you know how to get him to talk” fuck yeah, I did, and we both smile at each other.
“Mom,” we both say together laughing.