Renegade Lady (23 page)

Walking past the bar area, I head right back to the changing rooms. Krista’s starting tonight, and I need to make sure she knows how things go here before customers start rolling in.   Maybe I should’ve had this talk with her
before I let Kidd talk me into taking her on, but I had other things on my mind at the time. Just thinking about those other things sends a smile onto my face.

I’m still scared that he’ll hurt me again, but his words last night have helped alleviate some of that fear.  No matter what, I love him.  I always have.  I’m still not sure if I trust him, but I’m willing to give it a chance.  If he screws up again, I’ll do the one thing I’ve always thought I would do; I’ll leave Big Clifty and my family behind.

I knock on the door before entering. “Coming in, girls,” I shout as I open the door.

As soon as I walk in, I see her.  She’s young, somewhere around twenty.  She’s got a body that will drive the guys crazy.  When she turns to look at me, I see the resemblance to Sarah. She has the same blonde hair and blue eyes.  The only difference that’s truly noticeable is the coldness that shines brightly in her eyes.  Sarah’s eyes always shot daggers at me, but this chick’s eyes are dead.  Something about it sends a shiver through my body.

“New Girl!” I shout.

She rolls her eyes at me and replies, “My name is Krista.”

I roll my eyes right back at her.  “Until you earn your spot, you’re New Girl.”

She shrugs.  “Whatever.”

Her tone has the other girls backing away.  They know I don’t take shit.  I’ve only had to use my fists a time or two here, but I’m not scared to use them when necessary.  “We need to talk.”

“Yeah?  So, talk,” she says, looking back to her mirror and finishing up her makeup.

“I want to talk in private, so get your ass up and follow me.”

I hear her let out a frustrated sigh as she stands up.  Daisy and Ginger gasp. This bitch has an attitude, an attitude I’m more than happy to break.

I narrow my eyes at her and place on my Ice persona. “You best not have sighed ‘cause I told you it’s time to chat, bitch.”

Her eyes go wide, but my warning tone doesn’t stop the attitude from coming out in her. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t talk to me
like that.”

The girls that haven’t been here very long let out another shocked gasp, but the girls that have been around for a while start to laugh. They know I’ll never let her get away with this shit.

“I can talk to you however the fuck I want to. I’m the one in charge of the club girls, the strippers, and this fucking club,” I say, walking up close to her, grabbing her by her blonde hair, and pulling her face towards mine. “And you should know that girls who piss me off have a bad habit of ending up dead.”

She gulps and shrinks back, leaving me with a handful of her skanky ass hair. “Now let’s go.”

With that, I turn around and lead her to my office. 

“Sit,” I say, motioning towards the chair before taking a seat on the ugly ass beige couch that’s been in this office for more years than I can count. I really need to replace this piece of shit. I shake off my thoughts of my crappy ass furniture and look towards Krista, who decided to sit beside me. I can’t figure out if she’s brave or just stupid.  “Now, New Girl. Have you ever been a part of an MC?”

She shakes her head no, but the way her eyes flash tells me that she’s lying.  Something isn’t right here, and I know it.  I have the urge to toss her out and let Kidd handle her, but I don’t like the idea of her being around Kidd.  I decide to keep her here and see what I can find out.

“Well, looks like I’ll need to fill you in.  Around here, I’m the boss. I control who I let into the club house to be club girls, and I control who gets on the stage here. I even control who goes behind the counter.”

“Kidd told me I could work here,” she states, looking pleased with herself.

“He may have, but if I decide I don’t want you, he’ll back me.  He told me so last night in bed,” I say, embellishing the truth just a bit. 

I watch her gulp then nod.  “I understand.”

I shake my head.  “No, I don’t think you do.  You follow my rules, or I will fire you, but not before I kick your ass.”

She nods again, so I continue.  “The rules are simple.  I catch you doing drugs, you’re out. If I catch you selling drugs in my club, even to the other girls, you’re dead. You don’t sell your pussy inside or outside of this club to anyone but a member or a friend of the MC. You only do that when you get my go ahead. Now, do you understand?”

She nods, but looks anything but sure. I take a minute to let my words settle in, and then say, “You wanna be a club girl, then you need to get tested regularly.  You also need to get on the pill, if you’re not already on one. The most important thing is that you always make the guys wear condoms, but you also need to take the pill just in case one breaks.  We don’t need you to get knocked up and having some Old Lady whack ya.  Even if the guy doesn’t have an Old Lady, he may not step up and take care of you and the kid.  You need to protect yourself; respect yourself.”

I look at her, and she looks scared now; almost as if she’s re-thinking her position here? I can only hope so. This life style isn’t meant to be lived by pussies. “I also don’t tolerate back talk. Which means that if I say jump, you say ‘yes ma’am, how high?’ and  if you ever talk to me the way you did this morning, you better believe that you’ll find yourself pounding pavement.”

“I won’t,” she replies, but her tone tells me that what she doesn’t say to my face, she will be saying behind my back.  “Can I go now?”

“One more thing. I catch you anywhere near Kidd, I’ll bury you alive,” I say, meaning every damn word.  I may not have wanted to be his Old Lady, but that’s exactly what I am, and I ain’t sharing.

She gulps. “Kidd’s like family.”

I have to roll my eyes at that.  “I know Kidd dated your sister, but he’s not your family, so you need to keep your ass away from him.  Do you get what I’m saying?”

She nods and her eyes go to the floor. “Yeah.”

“Stay behind the bar until I decide you’re ready for the stage.  No going off with guys until you’ve been tested and I have the results.  Now get out of here. You’re on soon.  ”

CHAPTER Eighteen

Kidd

I’m sitting in my office when Reese and Chipper walk in.  I can tell right away that something is wrong.  “What’s up?”

“Let him tell you.” Reese shakes his head before tilting it towards Chipper and walking to fridge to grab a beer. 

I look in Chipper’s direction and shrug, letting him know that I’m not going to ask twice. 

“None of the boys I’ve talked to have seen Timmons around, but three of the club girls have.” He lets out on a frustrated breath and sits down. “There’s a reason why he’s laying low with the club, but making sure the girls know he’s around.”

I hear Reese snort and look towards him.  “You got any theories?”

He looks towards Chipper then back to me.  “Sure do, but I can’t tell you a fuckin’ one of them.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

He tilts his head towards my brother again.  “Like I said, let him tell you.”

I jerk my head back to Chipper and growl out, “I’m tired of this shit. One of you is going to tell me what’s going on, and you’re going to tell me right fuckin’ now.”

He shakes his head.  “I made a promise to Pop.”

Reese walks across the room and gets in Chipper’s face.  “Gun is dead. Jenna’s not, at least not yet.  What’s more important? Keeping your word to a dead man, or protecting the woman you think of as a daughter?”

I’ve had enough of this bullshit, so I don’t wait for my brother to respond.  I reach to my side, pull out my gun, and then aim it straight at Reese.  “I can’t kill Chipper. He’s blood.  I love you, man, but if you don’t tell me what’s going on with my woman, then I will put a bullet right through your skull.”

Just as I expected, Reese doesn’t even flinch.  Instead, he just shrugs.  “Gotta die sometime, but I have a feeling you’re going to need me soon, so you may want to put down that gun.”

“What I need is to know what in the hell is going on,” I say without lowering my arm. 

“Put the fucking gun down, and I’ll tell you everything,” Chipper says, sounding defeated.

I lower my gun and nod to Reese, letting him know this was my plan all along.  “Tell me.”

“Timmons wants Jenna, and he’ll do whatever he has to do to get her.”

Since Chipper opened the flood gates, Reese decides to add his two cents. “He’s hurt her before, so I don’t doubt he’ll hurt her again.”

“What the fuck?” I shout.  “What the hell did Timmons do to her?”

“I don’t know everything,” Chipper says in a voice filled with pain.  “He was there right along with Rig.  From what I hear, Rig just went along with whatever Timmons told him to do.”

I don’t respond. I don’t even take time to let the words sink in.  Instead, I pick up the phone and call Brew.  As soon as he answers the phone, I start to yell.  “You get your ass down here, right now.”

“Kidd?” he asks.

“Yes,” I ground out.  “I want you and Killer in Big Clifty this weekend. That gives you four days. If y’all ain’t here by then, you both can step down. I’ll be placing my own boys in your spots.”

I slam the phone down without giving him time to ask questions.  I then look towards Chipper and Reese.  “Spread the word. I want Timmons taken out.  I don’t care how it’s done, but I do want to see the body.”

A slow smile spreads across Reese’s face.  “I think I can do that for you.”

I shrug.  “I don’t care who does it.  I just want it done quickly.”

I look to Chipper and say, “Step down.”

“What?” Reese and
Chipper say at the same time.

“I want the VP patch off your cut. You don’t deserve it.”

Taking Chipper’s patch is something I should’ve done years ago, but I wanted my family by my side.  Before, he was just slacking off and tossing his duties at the other brothers.  Now that I know he put my woman in danger, I can’t keep calling him my VP.

“I should’ve told you,” he
says, starting to see the light.  Brother or not, it’s too fucking late. 

“Yes, you should have, but you didn’t, and now I want you to step down.”

Reese steps towards me and places his hand on my arm.  “You can’t do that, Kidd.  He was just keeping his word to your Pop.’

I jerk away and turn towards Reese.  “He was keeping his word to a dead man, when the woman that I love is in danger.  That is
not the action of a man that I want watching my back.”

He’s quiet for a second then raises his hand to his Sargent at Arms patch; the same patch I gave him the day Timber went inside. “You want my patch, you got it.”

I nod.  “I sure in the hell do, but you’re going to be putting that VP patch on as a replacement.”

I see shock work its way through his eyes
before he responds.  “But, man.  I knew the same shit he did, and I didn’t tell you.”

I take a deep breath in an attempt to try and let out some of my anger. “You didn’t tell me, because you’re VP told you not to.  It was his job to come to me, not yours.  From now on, you’ll be VP.  It will be your job to tell me shit.”

I look back to Chipper.  “You’re my brother, and I love you, but you will never hold office in this club again. I want you here and I don’t want you to leave. You’ll always be a member of Renegade Sons, but a member is all you’ll ever be.”

He nods, taking the news better than I expected.  “If that’s how you feel, I understand.”

“Let everyone know that you’re stepping down.  Don’t tell them why.  As far as anyone is concerned, it was your decision.  Everyone knows you never wanted to hold office, and that’s why you’re not president.  They’ll understand.”

With those words, I walk away.  I grab a bottle of Jack from my desk and head straight to the common room.  I see Timber sitting at the bar and sit my ass on the stool next to his.  “You feel like wearing the Sergeant at Arms patch that you gave up when you went inside?”

He shoots me a smile.  “Hell yeah, brother.”

Jenna

It’s just after midnight when I walk into the club house.  I see Kidd, Reese, and Timber sitting at a table and throwing back shots of Jack.  Timber has a girl on each leg, one of which is leaning against Reese’s chair.  Kidd is alone, but I know for a fact that every chick in this place has tried to get with him tonight.  After what I experienced last night and this morning, I can’t blame them. 

I know how this club works. When you become an old lady, you’re supposed to turn a blind eye to their fucking around, so I’m on a mission to find a suitable whore just for Kidd.  One that won’t make me jealous or lose my shit. One that I know he wouldn’t touch, even if his life depended on it. 

I walk further into the room and look around, needing to find Mary. Mary is one of the sweetest women I have ever met and she’s also one of the funniest.  She loves a good joke, so I’m sure she’ll be perfect for what I have in mind. I spot her in the back, talking to a few of the boys. It’s hard to tell the older ladies here apart, but she’s the only one not wearing a cut.