Renegade Lady (19 page)

“What?”

I smile at her.  “Yeah, he claimed me this morning.  I don’t figure he’ll care what I do to the bitch that used to suck his dick.”

Her face loses all of its color before she responds.  “I don’t know anything about the drugs.”

I let out a soft chuckle.  “Oh, really.  Then why the hell do you have black circles under your eyes and dried blood caked on your nose.”

The last part isn’t true, but I know that I’m on the right track as soon as she wipes her hand under her nose.  “Still want to tell me you don’t know anything?”

She starts to shake her head, cringing when it causes me to pull her hair.  “I didn’t bring it in.  I just did a few lines.”

“You gonna tell me which one these bitches broke the golden rule?”

She looks towards the girls then back towards me.  She answers, her voice full of contempt, “Kandy.”

Hearing her name is a shock.  Kandy’s a bitch, but I thought she was loyal to me.  She’s one of the girls I brought into the club after I found her eating out of a garbage can in Kansas City, nearly a year ago.  She was just a kid, barely eighteen, and as soon as I saw her, I knew I had to help her.  She’s one of the few girls that don’t work at the club house, but she does dance at The Kitty Kat.  She might not make as much money as some of the other girls that get paid for pussy do, but she is making enough to avoid the need to sell drugs.

I toss Cheyanne to the floor and head straight for Kandy.  “What the fuck?”

Her eyes grow as big as saucers as she watches me stalk over to her.  “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

A cruel smile crosses my face as I send my fist flying into Kandy’s face.  “You knew the rules.”

“I’m sorry, Ice,” she says, doing her best to cover her face. 

I turn to the rest of my girls and look until I find the newest addition to our stable.  “What’s the rule about drugs, Tonya?”

Her eyes grow large when she realizes I’ve singled her out.  “Nothing but weed, Ice.  I swear I didn’t do anything.  You can test me. You won’t find that shit in my system.”

I look back to Kandy.  “See there? Even Tonya knows the rules and she’s only been here for three weeks.  How is it that your ass didn’t know, when you’ve been here for almost a year?”

“It was just a little blow. I didn’t think you would mind.”

“No, you didn’t think at all.” I send my fist flying back into her face, which sprawls her skank ass on the floor.  “No, that isn’t true.  You were thinking about the extra money the blow would make you.”

She starts to shake her head in denial.  “No, no, no,” she chants. 

“Now, you’re going to tell me who supplied you the coke, or shit is about to get worse for you.” Her body starts to shake in fear, and I know that she’s more afraid of her supplier than she is of me.  Guess it’s time to put the fear of God in her.  I grab my purse, dig out my Smith and Wesson 380, and point it right between her eyes.  “You’re going to tell me, one way or another.”

“I can’t tell you.  If I do, he’ll kill me.  Please, don’t make me tell you his name,” she begs, tears streaming down her face. 

“Maybe, maybe not.” I say with a nod.  “But, I can guarantee you that I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me who he is right now.”

“Please, Ice.  Please don’t make me tell you.”

I don’t respond. I just cock my gun and shove it against the center of her forehead. 
There’s no damn way I would ever pull the trigger, but she doesn’t know that.  The reality of her situation finally hits and her head drops to her chest.  “Timmons,” she says in a voice so low that I have to strain to hear what she said. 

It takes a second for the name to register, but when it does, I feel my body go solid.
No.
Without thinking, I slam the butt of my gun into the side of her head. “Take care of the bitch,” I say without looking at anyone in particular. I rush out to the car and head back to the club as fast as I can. 

I make the fifteen minute drive in less than ten, and as soon as I pull into the parking lot, I rush inside the club.  I can’t believe he’s finally come for me.

CHAPTER Seventeen

Kidd

I’m sitting at the bar, nursing a Jack on ice, when the door flies open and Jenna comes running through it.  As soon as I see her face, my body tenses.  There’s something wrong, and whatever it is has got her spooked.  She’s looking around the room with wild eyes, searching for something.  Her eyes lock onto Chipper and she rushes towards him.  Hell no!  She is my old lady now. She needs to learn that she brings shit to me first. 

I jump from the bar stool and head towards them.  I’m about a foot away when I hear Chipper shout, “What the fuck are they doing here?”

“Who?” I ask, joining them.

“Looks like the boys from Mateland have come for a visit,” Chipper growls out. 

Oh shit!  That is definitely something I didn’t want to hear today.  The Mateland chapter of the Renegade Sons have been a thorn in my side for years.  If it was up to me alone, they would have lost their charter years ago, but my Pop made me promise not to cut them out before he died.  As fucked up as they are, I can’t break that promise. Things are tight now that Brew is holding the power. I thought that they finally got their shit together, and I could depend on them to do what their told, but I still hear shit I don’t like.  Word on the street is the Mateland Renegades take what they want, even if it’s not willingly given.  Rape is not something I want the Renegade Sons known for.

Chipper draws me away from my thoughts.  “We need to call church tonight.”

I shake my head.  “I need to know what’s going on first. Why they came to Big Clifty without giving us a heads up?  Let me talk to Brew before we call the boys in.”

I hear Jenna’s indrawn breath and look down to her.  She has tears in her eyes.  I’ve known her for nearly ten years, and the only times I’ve ever seen her cry were at Mindy’s funeral, when she shot that bitch, and… the night that I broke her heart to pieces.  “There’s more to this than just the Mateland boys coming for a visit, isn’t there?”

“There sure in the fuck is!” Chipper shouts, and then look towards Jenna.  “I gotta tell him.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be here when you do,” she says with a nod, then looks up to Chipper.  “Before you start sharing all my deep dark secrets, you need to remember the promise you made Gun.  He’s dead, but the promise still stands.”

With those words, she walks away.  I watch her head towards her room and I have a feeling this conversation is going somewhere that I won’t like at all.  “What the fuck is going on, man? What the hell is she talking about?”

Chipper motions towards my office and walks that way.  I follow him, barely getting into the room before he slams the door shut.  “I didn’t tell you everything that happened when I found Jenna.”

I lift my chin for him to go on while I walk to the fridge and grab a beer.  “Well, tell me now.”

He shakes his head.  “I can’t.  Jenna’s right. I made a promise to the old man.  I plan to keep it.”

“That shit ain’t right, brother.  Not only am I the president of this fucking club, but Ice is my old lady now.  I need to know it all. If not, how the hell can I protect her? How the fuck can I protect the club if trouble is coming and I don’t know what the hell it is?”

“Talk to Jenna,” is his only response. 

“She ain’t going to tell me shit, and you know it, so you’ve got to give me something.”

“You’re right, and you’re also right that you need to know what’s coming,” he continues with a nod. “but I can’t break my word to Pop.”

I run a hand over my face, trying to control my temper.  “Fine, but you gotta give me a heads up.”

He nods.  “Keep an eye out for Timmons.  Don’t let that fucker anywhere near my girl.  Hell, don’t let him near any of the girls.”

“I thought you said that you caught Rig raping her?  What the hell did Timmons do?”

“Rig did rape her, and he paid the price for doing it,” Chipper says in a near shout.

“Then what the hell does Timmons have to do with it?”  I ask, frustration making my voice sound strained. 

“Dad loved Killer like a brother.  They were more than just club brothers.  They fought side by side, putting their asses on the line to keep the others safe in that fucking jungle.”

“I’ve heard Pop’s war stories, just like you.  What the fuck do they have to do with this shit?” I ask, my frustration turning into anger.

“Timmons is Killer’s son,” he states matter-of-factly.

“And?”

Chipper walks towards me, stopping only a few inches from my face.  “What do you think Pop would have done to make Killer happy? What would he have done if he thought Jenna was going to cause problems for Killer or his son?”

I shake my head in denial.  My first instinct is to defend my old man.  Of course, he wouldn’t protect a grown man over a young kid, but memories of him calling Jenna a stray pop into my head, and I know I can’t.  To my dad, their friendship meant everything.  If he thought Jenna might cause trouble between him and Killer, he would have sent her back.  “Are you telling me that Timmons had something to do with Ice being at the Mateland MC, and Dad knew about it?”

“I’m not saying shit.  Like I told you, I made a promise and I plan to keep it, but I will tell you that Timmons is a sick mother fucker. If he’s here, he’s here for Jenna.”

“Fuck!” I shout.  “I need to know everything.”

Chipper backs up a step and nods.  “Yeah you do, but you’re gonna have to hear it from Jenna.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do now,” I say as I start towards the door.  “Either she tells me, or you do.  One way or another, I’m going to know the truth.”

I don’t wait for Chipper’s response. I just walk out of my office and head towards Jenna’s room. As I push open her door, I realize that I’m gonna have to talk to her about moving her shit into my room, but now isn’t the time.  When I step inside, I see Jenna standing by the window with a bottle of Jose’ Cuervo in her hand.  “We need to talk.”

She doesn’t even look towards me when she responds.  “What did Chipper tell you?”

“Enough,” I say, doing my best to bluff her.  “Now, it’s your turn.”

“If he told you, there’s no need in me repeating it.”

“Ice,” I growl out.  “You need to tell me what’s got you so fucking scared.”

She jerks her head to me, her eyes shooting daggers my way. “I’m not scared.”

I run a hand through my hair in frustration.  “Fine, let’s start with something easy.  Why were you even at Mateland clubhouse in the first place?”

She looks back towards the window and takes a moment to respond.  “My sperm donor was affiliated with the club. I pissed him off, and he thought that giving me to them as a toy would be a good punishment.”

“What the fuck?” I ask, anger filling my voice.  “Who’s your dad?”

She turns back towards me.  “My dad is Chipper; my mother was Mindy.”

“Ice, you know what I mean.”

She shakes her head.  “I can’t tell you.”

“Hell yeah, you can.”

She walks to me and wraps her arms around my waist.  “You know there are a lot of other things we could be doing instead of talking about this shit.”

Damn!  Just having her near makes my dick twitch.  “We need to talk.”

“We can talk later,” she says as she molds her body to mine, rubbing against my hardening cock.

I have to fist my hands to keep from tossing her onto the bed.  I’ve wanted her under me for so fucking long that it takes every bit of will power I have to resist her.  “Quit using your body to distract me.  You know I want you, and I will fuck you if you really want me to, but first, we’re going to talk.”

She jerks away from me and mumbles something under her breath before walking back towards the window and grabbing her bottle.  After taking a swig, she lets me have it.  “My father was a stupid fuck who didn’t give a shit about me.  To him, I was nothing but a result of a misplaced load of jizz.  I’m not telling you his name, so you can just give up on that shit now.”

I can tell by her voice that she’s not gonna give in, so I know trying to change her mind will be useless.  “Fine, but you’ll have to tell me someday.”

She lets out a mocking laugh.  “Sure, I will.  You made me your old lady.  I’m sure you can make me tell you all my darkest secrets too.”

I shake off the sting of her words and walk to her.  “I gave you a choice.  You could have left.”

Her eyes cut to me, anger vibrating throughout her body.  “Not much of a choice there, was it?”

I grab her arm and pull her into me.  “Nope, but at least I gave you a choice, and you chose me.”