BIKER NANNY

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💄 VERITY 💄

I tiptoed downstairs and slunk past the partiers to dad's office and grabbed his keys. With the house clogged I opened a window, but as I was about to climb through I heard shoes. I turned and saw my brother Weston standing in the doorway, with his arms crossed.

"Running?" He calmly stated while remaining statuesque still with a piece of paper in his hand.

"I don't have any other choice, dad's backed me into a corner," I lowered my head, thinking he'd scold me.

"I know, here you'll need this," he held out the paper and I took it.

"What's this?"

"The deed to dad's truck, and his signature transferring ownership to you."

"How?" My head jerked up from reading the paper.

"Forged his signature," he smirked as he shut the door.

"You've gotta be bat shit. If da-."

"I'll deal with it. He deserves to loose his baby after what he's put you through."

"You know, you've been so sweet to me recently that I don't know if I should call the CIA, or a shrink." I chuckled as he hugged me.

"I know, and I'm tryin' to make up for being an asshole. You can thank Ginny."

"Thank her for me?"

"I will, once she's speaking to me again."

"Right, she'll be pissed that I left without a goodbye and that you saw me."

"True. Also here, you'll need this," he revealed a manilla envelope from the back of his waistband.

I peeked inside and gasped at the sight of two large stacks of twenty dollar bills.

"That's two grand to help you get somewhere safe. I expect a call, but don't tell me your location," his voice tappered off huskily, forcing him to clear his throat.

"Well, duhhh," I bit back a sob as launched myself against him as if he were a life guard ring.

"This isn't goodbye, alright?" He playfully pushed me away and I nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks West."

"You better go before someone else comes in here," he jerked his thumb towards the echo of music and people.

I nodded and started climbing through the window, trying not to cry. I remembered one last thing and turned around.

"Will you tell Gin and mo-?"

"Of course. GO!" He urged and I nodded before making my escape.

Outside, I jogged to the garage to dad's truck and tossed my duffle bag inside. As I turned I noticed a few gass tanks next to the tool lockers. I grabbed four and bungee cords to tie them down in the truck bed before driving off. As I passed the club and said my goodbye, the Crossroad Demon's logo caught my eye. I felt my face contort into a scowl, thinking of how the CD'S had won.

No. They don't get to come out on top. They're gonna pay for Rush fucking with me.

I grinned as I turned the truck around and gunned it down the highway. As I drove I glanced in the rear view mirror to see if I had a tail, but the gass tanks caught my eye.  An idea formed and I flipped the glove box open, to see what I had. A roadside kit, ownership documents, and a small firearm. I slammed it shut with a grin as I had all I needed to get my revenge. I turned down Crossroad-Demon Str. and about an hour later I parked in front of the CD's clubhouse. I grabbed two of the gass tanks, left one outside and took the other inside after breaking in. Stabbing the can with my pocket knife I tossed gass through the first and second floors. Once the tank was empty I tossed the can and exited to douse the outer side. After emptying the second can I tossed it and it bounced off the far wall. I retrieved the roadside kit, found a match book and struck a match. I flicked it at the club and watched the place burn for a bit before taking a selfie. I skipped to the truck, and drove off, ecstatic to head off to freedom. As I turned left on the highway I got another glimpse of the burning club and smirked.