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  Ava

  Sitting in the clubhouse waiting for my mom, I was reading a book at the bar “Widow” someone says, and I turn to see Shannon, Neo’s latest fuck standing there. I turn back to my book, ignoring her “Why aren’t you helping us Old Ladies” she says, and I laugh.

  “Bitch you’re not an Old Lady, you're just another woman for Neo to fuck, so fuck off and leave me alone,” I tell her, I know she’s giving me the stink eye, her body posture ridged and her hands on her hip.

  “Fuck you Widow, what the fuck are you nothing that’s what? Just another paycheck for the club. Neo’s told me how they all use you, you're just another whore to the club only you’re not having any of the fucking fun.”

  “Bitch, get the fuck away from me,” I tell her getting fucking pissed, and she laughs.

  “See, you don’t even have an argument for it because you know it’s true. I feel sorry for you Widow, all these sexy men wanting you, and not one of them wants to fuck you” I stand up, and she steps back.

  “Back off bitch,” I tell her before I ram my fist through her goddamn head, making a nice new hole, but what she says is true. The club does use me and what do I get out of it, not what I want that’s for damn sure.

  Chapter Three

  Scythe

  I open my eyes and smile, fuck I haven’t stopped smiling since I got out three days ago. Since then it's been drinkin’ pussy catchin’ up with the Brothers and more pussy, the bitch who's next to me is layin’ on her stomach her hand near my crotch and my dick hardens. I crawl on top of her spreadin' her legs with my knees, pullin' her ass up and impale her; I don't give a fuck if she's sleepin’ or not. I grab her hips, pullin' her back hard, and she moans loud.

  “Mmm,” she moans “Harder!” I grab her hips and power fuck her until that tingle starts in my spine. I pull out and come all over her ass fallin' to my side (shit I forgot the condom). “Good morning to you too,” she says, but I frown, my dick takin' over. I have to keep myself in check (no glove, no love) comes to mind, and I smile, remeberin' my sex Ed teacher tellin' me that back in high school “What?” she says, and I look at her.

  “Nothin’” I get up and head into the bathroom, standin’ under the water it washes away the last fuckin’ four years of jail. A set of hands runs up my back, and I turn my head to see Kitty.

  “I was lonely,” she says kissin’ my back and my dick perks up again.

  “Come here" I pull her in front of me and face her towards the wall "Hands on the wall and don't move them" I bend her forward smilin', best part of bein' in the club is the easy pussy.

  *

  As I walk into the kitchen, I see Tobi, his women Niya and their son Logan. “Yo Brother,” he says, givin' me a chin lift, it's still strange him callin’ me that. When I was sent down him and Beau were just startin’ out as Prospects, and now he's sittin’ here with a wife, kid and Cut as a full member “Church in Twenty” he says as I grab a coffee.

  “So how does it feel being home,” Niya asks me, and I look up at her, she's fuckin’ cute as hell and her body, fuckin' gorgeous but totally off limits.

  “Good,” I say, and she smiles, I look at their kid, he's totally a Colt mini-me. “Can't believe you’re a father man” Colt smiles lookin’ at Logan rubbin’ his head, and Logan pushes his hand away.

  “Youw mess my haiw,” he says, and I smile

  “Nothin’ fuckin’ like it man,” I feel a pang of something, four years of my life stolen. Blaze walks in “Mornin’ Niya girl.”

  “Morning Blaze,” she says, and I watch as Blaze comes over pickin' Logan up and shakes him upside down, Logan laughs beggin’ for Blaze to stop. I watch as the Brother I knew who once beat a dude to death with his own hands because the guy looked at him the wrong way. Makes this tiny little human laugh, he puts Logan back down and looks at Colt and me.

  “Church,” he says kissin' Niya on the cheek and walks out.

  “Church,” Logan says, and we all smile lookin’ at him

  “Church,” I say give Niya a chin lift, standin' up and rubbin' Logan’s little head.

  “Heyw,” he says as I wink at him as he fixes his hair.

  *

  Well, Brother your first Church meetin’ since you’ve been back, how you handlin’ bein’ out” Razor asks and I look around at all the Brothers sittin’ here and smile, new and old faces smile back at me.

  “Nice to be home Brother, but I need something to do,” I tell him the boredom of doin’ nothin’ startin’ to set in.

  “Oh yeah, what you lookin’ for?” he asks.

  Cookie had told me about all the businesses that the club owned now, and I was lookin’ into startin’ somethin’ new, I wanted to get the club into fighting clubs or a boxing club “Was thinkin’ about boxing” I say, and everyone looks at me.

  “Boxing!” Tank asks, and I nod.

  “Yeah man a gym you know, teach people how to fight start a kid’s program or something.”

  “I like it,” Razor says “we're trying to get away from shit, and a new business like that would be good for our reputation, and more community focused, you got a plan made up,” he asks.

  “Nah man just an idea.”

  “Well, look into it and bring me a plan by the end of the week.”

  “You serious!” I asked, surprised he’d even listen to my idea.

  “Yeah, Brother told you were legit now” I nod.

  The rest of the meeting is about club businesses and finance, something which I didn't have to worry about. Razor makin’ sure my cut of anything the club has done for the past four years, was put into my account “What you up to today?” Cookie asks me as I'm sittin’ outside enjoyin’ the sun

  “Nothin’ why?”

  “Wanna come into work with me later.”

  “At Pink Slip”

  “Yeah, Saint was supposed to help out, but Tiny has him and his brother at the bar tonight.”

  “Yeah, sure sounds good.”

  “Cool,” he sits down next to me “so, you serious about the gym thing” I look at him.

  “Yeah man bein’ inside, I did a lot of workin’ out and got a degree in nutrition and personal training.”

  “You serious!” he asks a bit shocked, I nod my head.

  “Yeah, I had loads of time on my hands, so I decided to do something with it.”

  “So, you're... what?”

  “Man, I did it all, I've studied everything, I've got certificates from health to Orthopaedic exercises, I got my degree to be a chiropractor personal trainer to coaching.”

  “Fuck man, so you think the gym is a solid business.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn't have brought it to the table if I didn't think it would make money for the club.”

  “Well, if you want help just ask man.”

  “Thanks, Brother”

  “If you need help with a plan, ask Niya, she's a fuckin’ genius good head on her” I look at him.

  “Niya!”

  “Yeah dude, don't let the gorgeous as fuck fool ya man, she's fuckin’ smart, helped Razor out with the books a couple of times got us a shit load of money back in taxes.”

  “Cool, thanks, I think I might.”

  Chapter Four

  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.

  Chapter Five

  Scythe

  I took Cookies advice and went over to Colt’s for Niya help, to say I was shocked when I got there was an understatement. The house was a cute country style house with shutters, wrap around porch on a large plot of land. I could see myself sittin’ on the front porch, feet up on the balcony drinkin’ a beer. I'm defiantly lookin’ into buyin’ a house, the front door opens, and Niya walks out Logan next to her, then another Niya walks out, and I'm taken back, no one mentioned she had a twin.

  “Hey Niya,” I say to both women, not sure which one is Colt's Niya.

  “Hi Scythe is there a problem,” the one on the left asks, but I just shake my head at her.

  “Nah darlin’ Cookie said you'd be able to help me out with a problem.”

  “Me!... help you with what?”

  “I want the club to buy into a gym slash boxing club and was wonderin’ if you could help me sort out a business plan.”

  “Well, if you’re interested in a gym, the guy who owns the gym I go is lookin’ to sell.”

  “You serious!” she nods her head.

  “I could call over to get his information for you, and we could go from there” I smile at her.

  “Thanks, darlin’ that sounds great.”

  “Come on in and let me give the gym a call.”

  As we sit at the table both women sit across from me “Would you like a drink,” she asks, but I shake my head lookin' at the other Niya.

  “Oh, I'm so sorry, Scythe this is Zoey, my little sister.”

  “Little sister you’re not twins” they both laugh.