Mia Thompson returns to her home town after years away spent, unknown to most of her old friends, in the military. After being honorably discharged from the military, she finds herself in front of her father's, the president of the towns largest mot...
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It had been years since I had been here. Years but the building hadn't changed. Nor did the booming music that puslated through you even if you stand outside. Woman came in and out of it. All wearing similar outfits. Short storts, and cropped shirts. I glanced down at my own cargo jeans, hoodie and tight black shirt. Well at least I wouldn't be mistaken for one of the girls that came here looking for a good time. I sighed and ran a hand through my short dark brown hair. My hoodie sleeves slid down with gravity, and I pulled them down again, covering the scars I had gotten from my military accident.
I got out of my car, gently closing the door behind me and started towards the large clubhouse that seemed to loom over me. The Vipers Clubhouse. More specfically, my father's clubhouse. When I had left when I turned 19 I had sworn myself I wouldn't go back. I wouldn't deal with the tip toing around me, the dirty looks from the girls hanging around the clubhouse, and the mockery from the younger club members who don't think I should be allowed in on club buisness. But it was the only thing my mom had asked in return for her help, setting up my tattoo parlor; that I come to the clubhouse for a "family" dinner.
I walked up the steps and opened the front door, walking inside. The music was louder in here. Pounding through my skull. The room was full of people, bodies bumping into each other, as girls sat on laps of the club members, giggling, and seducing. I rolled my eyes and started towards the kitchen. I knew that the women who were married to club members would be in there, helping with dinner. Plus my mother had the room soundproofed so that it was quieter.
I got 6 feet before a tall well built man stepped into my was with a smirk. He fit every emblin of a club member. Black hair, a scar over his eye, the muscles, the black oil that tainted his fingertips, and the club's emblem tattooed onto his shoulder. "Well, well, well, the princess is back," he drawls. "The rumors were true."
I paused for a moment, really looking at him. His eyes glitter in an amusement I know all too well. "Colten," I rolled my eyes. "I almost didn't recognize you, then you went and opened your big mouth."
He places a hand to his chest, and staggers back dramatically. "Oh, how you wound me."
I rollled my eyes again, and stepped around him, heading to the kitchen. "Nice to know that you boys never grow up."
A sickly sweet voice pipes up from behind me. Jessica. "Oh, but he has grown in so many places."
I barely manage to hold my gag in at my ex-best friend's words. I don't even know how to reply to that, so I don't and just keep moving. I open the door to the kitchen and slip in, but not before I hear her speak again.
"Someone's prickly."
The kitchen door swings shut behind me, effectively drowning out the noise from the large living room. Five women turn at my enternce and look at me. "Mia!" they exclaim together.
I wonder if they practiced that, I thought to myself as I gave them a tight smile. Before I can even greet them, my mother sweeps me up into a hug.
"Oh, Mia, you're here," contentment fills her voice as she speaks and the interaction in the hall makes it worth it to see her so happy.
"Hey, ma," I said softly, hugging her back tightly. The newly healed injuries scream in protest, but I ignore them.
"Come, come sit," she ushers me to a stool at the kitchen island. "You must not strain yourself."
"Ma I'm fine," I sighed, sitting down. "I've been healing for six months."
She doesn't listen, fluttering around the kitchen, and grabbing me a glass. "Do you want a drink? You're always forgetting to drink water. Oh and a snack? I have those cotton candy grapes you love so much."
I laughed softly, "Ma slow down. I'm okay. Saving myself for dinner."
She stopped and smiled at me. "I'm just glad your home."
"And in one piece," my dad added, walking into the kitchen from the back door.
I grinned at him, and moved to stand up. "Dad!"
He walked over, and wrapped his arms around me. "Hey kiddo."
I hugged him back, a wave of comfort rolling over me. Even though he was a big motorcycle club president, he gave the best hugs. Not that you knew by looking at him. His grizzly bear apperence often intimdating others, but I knew that he really was jsut a big teddy bear deep down.
"Proud of you," he muttered into my hair, only loud enough for me to hear.
"Thanks," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. This. This was home.
