Elena
I let the rest of the day go by that way; just me and Reed, letting him know that the next day we’d be dealing with Jimmy together. We were going to send his ass straight to hell as a team.
I had lost track of time when Reed suddenly got up as if he had remembered something. He began rummaging in his small closet and pulled something out, bringing it straight to me. It took me a moment to realize what it was, and my mind shot back to what he’d told his asshole brother who’d hit on me earlier in the day. I had no idea how he would have gotten such a thing without me knowing about it, but there it was. A leather jacket. It was my cut.
“I wasn’t lyin’ when I told Kyle I had your cut here. You’re my girl, babe. My ride or die. I want every motherfucker out there to know that you’re mine, you’re the Ol’ Lady of Skulls Renegade MC,” he told me with his broadest smile. It meant so many things, what he was doing and saying, and my head swam.
Being an Ol’ Lady is the equivalent of an engagement in an MC, or at least very close. That scared me to death. I loved Reed, and I wanted to be his Ol’ Lady, but I didn’t want to be engaged. Not yet. I had just gotten out of an engagement that ended in the worst way possible, or close to it. I suppose Richard didn’t die on me. Just his love did.
Reed pulled the cut out in front of me, and I was amazed when I saw the back of the jacket. The emblem was different than anything else I’d ever seen on a cut before. Instead of it being a skull, for Skulls Renegade MC, it was half a skull and half a viper; showing my affiliation with both clubs. On the front, my patch read ‘Prez – VMC’ and ‘Ol’ Lady Prez – SRMC.’
“Reed…” I could cry. It was so perfect. There was no way I could turn him down now. “Thank you. Thank you so damned much.” I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me close just the way I liked.
“Anything for you baby.” And when he said it like that, the cut clutched between us, I believed him. Maybe it really didn’t matter that I was an FBI agent after all; at least not to him.
***
We’d had a full night of life changing sex. And I know I’d told myself that a million times since meeting Reed, but I’d never had anything better. Sex with Reed just kept getting better. I couldn’t believe I had enjoyed sex with Richard because this was out of this world. What had I been missing all those years?
Groggily, as the morning came along, I looked over and smiled euphorically. Reed was sleeping in with me. He was laying on his back, and I wrapped my arm around his torso. My head was lying on his chest, going up and down with his smooth breathing. He still wasn’t awake yet, and I wasn’t about to be the one to disturb him. I liked him just the way he was for now.
A flash of light came into our room, breaking the nice moment. I cringed, and I groaned when the light got brighter. It suddenly all turned off, and I was brave and opened my eyes. Who was the hell disturbing us like that?
I saw Kyle, staring at us. “Oh, my god!” I shrieked, causing Reed to shoot up out of bed. “What, what’s the – “
“What the fuck are you doing in here!?” Reed brought the duvet up over my shoulders so that I was covered completely. Evidently, Reed had given the right advice about being around his brother. We were both in our birthday suits, and I’m sure he enjoyed the view.
“Get out!” I yelled. Kyle just smirked, but he did as I told him. He left.
Reed got out of bed and started sliding on his tight, black pants. “Reed, please just lock the door and come back to bed,” I pleaded, wanting a few more moments of peace before I had to face the fateful day ahead of me.
“Sorry Siren, but I’m too worked up for that.”
“Reeeeeeeed,” I whined. He shot a warning glare back to me.
“Don’t whine to me, babe. You sleep, and then get up and wear that cut today. I’ll see you in a bit.” He kissed my forehead. “We need to figure out what exactly we’re doing with Jimmy today.”
Ugh, that reminder. I almost forgot about him. For once in my life, I wish I’d forgotten about him. It would have been fucking great. I rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and it was steaming hot; just the way I liked it best.
I did as Reed said, taking my time while he did whatever it was he was going to do to deal with that evil twin of his. How could such an amazing man be so closely related to that dick?
I put on the cut over my clothes and went out to the living area in the clubhouse. Daisy stood next to the coffee pot, pouring herself a cup. “Can I get one too?” I asked, feeling like I could use several to fuel my day.
Daisy jumped, then turned around to face me. She looked like crap, and her eyes were swollen. She’d been crying all night, or maybe fell asleep crying? I’d been that girl too many times, and that’s what she was today. I had to get to the bottom of why my best friend in that place was so down in the mouth. It wasn’t like Daisy at all to be anything but cheerful.
“Dais’ what’s wrong?” She poured me a cup of coffee without a response. When she handed it to me, I pressed it to my lips, taking a sip of the warm liquid. I took a glance around the room. Luckily, it was just Daisy and me for now. Reed must have taken Kyle elsewhere to deal with him. “Is this about Kyle?” I asked more quietly.
“Sometimes I hate how observant you are.” She took a pull of her own coffee and stared at me right in the eyes. Her eyes were brimming with tears. “Him coming back here just brought up a lot of old shit.” Daisy took a deep breath. “He has the fuckin’ nerve, coming back here after he just…left.”
“It was a bad breakup?” Everything I’d known from the information I’d gathered pointed to that.
Daisy just laughed at me. “I don’t even think ya can classify it as a breakup. There was no breakup; he just fuckin’ left.” She inserted quotations with her fingers for the word “break up.”
“I never stopped loving him, the fuckin asshole. I was fine. I was totally fuckin’ fine with him being gone and it being what it was. Now he just shows up here? What the hell does he want? He gave the damn club away to Reed cuz he wanted none of it.” Daisy threw her hands in the air in frustration before leaning over the counter, looking a bit defeated. “Damn it! I was fine. I dealt with my shit and now – now it’s all comin’ back to me.” She shivered talking about it, and I put my coffee on the counter and took her into a strong embrace. Daisy sobbed, her tears sliding over my shirt. “I can’t b-be strong a-all the fuckin’ t-time. I just can’t, Elena.”
“You don’t have to baby girl. I’ve gotcha.” In the last few weeks since I’d been there, I’d never seen Daisy cry, not even once. She’s a tough chick. Something must have gone horribly wrong if she was crying like this. I hoped that Reed got Kyle good for the both of us.
***
After I had left Daisy in her room, I went in search of Reed. I was alone, which he specifically said he didn’t want. There wasn’t anyone in the club. Literally, no one was here. Odd much? But then again, Reed and Kyle were probably together. So, I was fine, right?
From my discussions with Reed over the past day, I had assumed that my father was still alive. Both MCs were waiting on me to execute an official order or finish the job myself. Though, I figured the man probably had it bad where they were keeping him.
With the single thought of him, my childhood memories came back to me in a flash. Shit. He’d taken so much from my mother and from me. In the end, he took her from me. That was something I was never going to be able to forgive him for.
No matter how much I could try, I never would. Not after everything. So, if that made me a bad person, so fuckin’ be it.
When I was, little I used to imagine that I had a normal dad. You know what I’m talking about; one of the dads who take you to soccer, to the movies. It was a beautiful imagination; my father was never like that. When my friend Sophie got presents, I got slaps to the face. And that was on a good day.
I knocked softly on Reed’s office door, then opened it. Reed was behind the desk, wearing a look that could kill hundreds staring at his brother. As I suspected, he had pulled him away to deal with him, but I kind of wished there were more physical dealings going on than glaring.
“You need to fix your shit with Daisy,” I told him point blank.
Kyle turned to me as I came in with the most annoying shit-eating grin on his lousy face, “Mornin’ Irish.”