Treats Aren't Always Sweet (4 page)

“Not your business,” Treat’s father yelled
yet again when Treat was checking the desk to see when the doctor
would come out and tell them what was going on.

“Listen here you fuck,” Bob snapped.

“Not yours either, bitch,” her father
snapped.

Yes it had been a joyous reunion with her
family
, Treat thought as she turned around getting a
sympathetic look from the nurse who before had been a bitch.
Apparently, when your long lost loser parents show up and are
complete assholes, you get sympathy and a free pass for being a
lunatic. Thank goodness there was no one else in the waiting room
right now to witness this embarrassingly funny reunion.

“Shut up, Dad,” Treat snapped again as she
turned. It had been the fourth time since they had arrived he tried
to push Treat and the Lady Riders out of the waiting room, telling
them they weren’t needed. Hadn’t worked then, and wasn’t going to
work now.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he
bellowed.

Treat had had enough; she walked right up to
the man who had previously in her nightmare of a life scared the
ever-loving shit out of her. No more, she wasn’t living in fear of
him anymore, mostly because at this point, thinking of all the crap
she had going on, she didn’t care if he took a swing at her like he
had when she was a child. She would love it if he did, it would
give her a reason to swing back and take out all of the frustration
she had building inside her and let it explode.

Only her friends knew how close to the edge
she was sitting, and she was close. “Sit down and shut the fuck up.
You are the reason she is here, you and your friend. I should have
taken her with me when I left instead of leaving her with you
fuckers. Now look, she is beaten within an inch of her life three
doors down from you, and you had no clue? Right, pretty sure you
knew this was going on,” Treat snapped and then glared at her
mother who was looking pathetic as usual. “I know you did, how
could you miss it? But none of you cared; well I am here now and
taking care of this shit. Why don’t you go back to your sorry life
and leave us the hell alone. Jilly will be coming home with me,”
Treat hissed to her parents.

It took a second, one tiny second for her
father to respond with all the fury and rage she had known as a
child. Treat had dealt with enough shit, she didn’t even flinch
when he moved to her quickly and grabbed her arm and shook her.

“Listen here you little slut. I don’t know
where you have been and I don’t care. But you don’t walk in here
acting like you’re better than us, and think you have any say in
this at all. Your sister has a husband; he will take care of this.
Not you. Get your ass outta here before I remind you of what
fucking happens when you cross me,” her father screamed.

The nurse from behind the counter moved, she
heard her, probably to call security, which was a good thing, and a
bad thing because Treat wasn’t going to take his shit anymore, and
the Lady Riders would not allow it.

She saw Bob and Nike move but she yelled at
them fast. “This is my problem, stay back. She isn’t married to
that assfuck and you know it.”

The years of abuse, the years of neglect, and
the years of freedom surged up and through her as she let all of
the emotion carry her. Finally, she was going to face her past, and
damned if she would ever let it win. She had watched Shady,
Freedom, Harmony, Rain, all of them face their shit. Now it was her
turn.

Treat slipped her free arm to the front and
chopped her father’s arm to make him lose his grip, with that done,
she placed her booted heel down hard on his foot. Then waited for
him to lean over, and with her whole weight, she grabbed his neck,
turned, leaned over, and threw him, a man who weighed twice, if not
three times as much as her. Damn, it felt good, and it may not have
been pretty, ‘cause the large man didn’t go that far if truth be
told. However, he did slam on the ground and it gave her the
opportunity to place her booted foot down heavily on his neck,
pushing in slightly, cutting off his breath while Bob, Nike, Bic,
and the other girls immobilized his limbs. Yeah, now they could
help.

Her mother screeched loudly, “Brooke!”

Treat looked up at her with a blank
expression and said, “Yeah, Ma, Brooke is not here anymore. She
died the day you let me walk out the door with no clothes, no food,
and no money and covered with bruises because this asshole didn’t
like the fucking mac and cheese I made for dinner. Name is Treat
now, and I would appreciate if you got that, but even if you don’t.
Call me Brooke again and I’ll find a way to make sure you never
forget my real name now. I am much more creative nowadays.”

Her mother gasped and put a hand to her
throat but didn’t say a word.

“The fuck?” a woman said behind her, Treat
turned, and Shady was there, alone, wearing her normal biker gear
with her arms crossed across her chest looking pissed off.
“Everyone else went on, told them I would be back later if
everything was good here. Bob called, told me what happened. Now,
wanna explain why you are getting in a brawl in the hospital
waiting room?”

“Not right this second, but I will.” Treat
grinned and turned back to her father and leaned down, putting more
pressure on his throat, his face turned redder if possible. “Now, I
told you to get the fuck outta here and I meant it. I don’t want to
see your sorry ass face in here again. Jilly is dead to you now
too, deal with it.”

Her mom finally said, “But what about our
grandson?”

Treat looked at her in horror, she knew she
did, because that is exactly what she felt, horror that a child
would be subject to any of the people ever again.

“Honest to God did you just actually say
that? You think you deserve to have any contact with a precious
baby when all you are is evil? What fucking world do you live in?
You didn’t care when you left him in a trailer with his mom,
knowing that she was going to be beaten, and no don’t tell me you
didn’t know, because I saw the older bruises on her, you had to
know. You just let it happen, you didn’t give a shit, so guess
what, you have no say in anything about that child or my sister
any-fucking-more. Like I said, get the fuck gone, and forget we
ever existed because I am going to make damn sure that Jilly and
her son forget about you,” Treat said, snapped, and then took her
foot off her father and nodded to the girls.

They all released him and stepped back,
making sure they were still on guard though in case he made another
move. He coughed and gasped, playing up his pathetic self, to look
like he was wounded but Treat shook her head.

“Get your ass up and get the fuck out,” she
said with a dead voice.

She heard the nurse finally come back and
yell loudly while dragging a security man behind her and pointing
at her father on the ground. “It was him, he attacked the redhead,
grabbed her arm and shook her like she was a doll, I thought he was
going to hit her.”

The security guard stepped forward and her
father held up his hand, glared at Treat, and said,
“Misunderstanding, we are leaving.”

The guard nodded and followed her parents out
the door. Treat almost felt bad when her father grabbed her
mother’s arm hard. But she had chosen to keep herself in this life,
and made her children suffer as well. It was too late for Treat to
give two shits about the woman.

“Well then,” Shady drawled as she stood back
still. “I guess I wasn’t needed like Bob thought.”

Treat blushed pink and shook her head then
walked to her leader, and her friend, and allowed the woman to give
her a hug and sighed. “Nah. Shay, I will always need you, ‘cause
you and the Lady Riders are the only family I need.”

The doctors had forced Treat to leave, having
to use security to physically remove her from the ICU room Jilly
was in. The doctor had said the extent of her injuries were
undetermined and it was a fifty/fifty chance she’d make it through
the night. Because Treat was so pissed off she left her name with
the nurses and doctors, letting them know that security would be
coming in the form of bikers and left.

Then Treat had stormed out and parked her ass
in the waiting area to calm down before leaving, a few of the guys
were already there and waiting. “My fucking sister is in there,
dammit!” she screamed, “no one is on the door yet, get someone in
there.”

Renegade rolled his eyes and then went to
where she was sitting and picked her up and carried her out to the
front of the hospital, there were several guys from the club
talking to the security guard who dealt with her parents.

“Security is set. Go home, Treat. We’re
setting up a parameter. No one is gonna get to her. Go fucking
sleep,” Match said softly but firmly to her. Yeah, she looked like
shit, she knew it. Dammit, she needed to listen to them right now.
Shady and the others were waiting for her back at the
clubhouse.

“Yeah, I know, dammit, it sucks though!” she
said and looked around. “Who is going back with me?”

“That would be me,” Renegade said with a
grin. “Why I carried you outta there, need a beer, figured if I got
you back to the house I could relax you.”

Treat rolled her eyes; yeah Renegade had been
flirting with her off and on since they arrived here. He was cute,
but seriously, she was gun shy, there was no way she was going to
get fucked over again by a brother in the club where she was. Her
friends and sisters may have found happiness in the club, but Treat
was sick of being treated like shit by the guys. She had never been
a club whore, she had danced, and been choosy, Trick had been the
whore but no one got that, since they were best friends they
thought what she did, Treat did. That wasn’t the case; in fact, it
was so far from the case that it was scary. She had a few
relationships, but the only serious one, so she thought, was with
Stone and War, and they messed her over hard.

“Listen, let’s make it back to the clubhouse
and have a beer as
friends
!” Treat emphasized the
friends.

The security guard from earlier had broken
off from the group and was walking toward a group of guys Treat had
noticed earlier when they left the ER to the floor.

“Hey,” he called and two of the Warriors
walked behind him. “Come over here for a second.”

“Fuck you, fat ass. Go eat a fucking donut,”
one of them growled. The guard didn’t answer, just kept walking to
them.

Renegade stiffened and turned, swearing under
his breath. “Hell, gotta help out before we leave. Treat, stay
here.”

She rolled her eyes but stood there by her
bike and watched.

Match stepped up next to the security guard
and said, “I believe the man told you to come here. Since you seem
not to want to follow his directive, how about you follow mine. Get
your fucking ass over here and tell me why in the fuck you were
asking about Jilly Thompson.”

Treat froze; she actually felt ice run
through her veins freezing her into place. Seriously? They were
asking about her sister? Who were they? Was Lane in the group? That
made her feet unfreeze, the thought that fucking prick was anywhere
near where her sister terrified her.

“That is not your concern, dirt bag,” the man
snapped and Match grinned and looked at his brothers. Treat came
right up behind Renegade to get a look. There were three men, and
one woman in the car hiding it looked like.

“Dirt bag?” Match chuckled a little softly.
“That the best you can come up with?”

“Fuck no, can come up with more if you wanna
tangle a bit.” The man smirked and Renegade took a step
forward.

“Why were you there asking about Jilly?” he
said firmly, trying to get information before the bloodshed.

“Well, hoss, I don’t think that is any of
your business.” The man smirked.

“Listen here, bubba,” Treat snapped and
stepped forward as well to get into the man’s face. “It is
my
business since she is
my
sister. Now I am pretty
sure you aren’t Lane ‘cause no way would my sister stoop that
fucking low to fuck you. So why don’t you tell us what you
want.”

The man glared at Treat and opened his mouth,
mostly likely to spew some serious bullshit at her, but Match said
quietly and sarcastically.

“Think before you speak their,
hoss
.”

The man shut his mouth and then said, “Just
checking on my woman’s friend. She was worried.”

Treat laughed loudly. “You mean the one with
fake boobs and you need to feed a sandwich to in the car? Maybe you
should worry about taking her to dinner before she passes out
instead of being worried about Jilly, she has enough friends right
now worrying about her,” Treat snapped.

The man continued to glare at Treat but the
security guard was the one who spoke, “Unless you have permission
to see Ms. Thompson, which I don’t think you do, you can leave the
premises now.”

The men glared but turned and got into the
two cars they were standing in front of. They were old and beat up
cars, so yeah, they totally knew her parents and Lane.
Assholes.

“Don’t be coming back here either, and let
Lane know I am looking for him, he and I are gonna have a coming to
Jesus talk,” she yelled and flipped them off before turning and
stomping away.

“Fucking women, should have let us handle it,
now she is on their radar, dammit,” Match said, walking up behind
Renegade.

“Yep. Biker bitches be tripping’” he laughed.
“They’re the meanest broads on earth.”

“Yeah, and the wildest in bed,” Match laughed
as he walked in to the hospital.