Torn

Chapter 14

That night we headed out to an open field on the outskirts of town. There were cars and trucks parked in a huge circle with a crowd of bikers and their women dancing in the middle. From what I could tell, a huge rave of some sort was going on.

I skimmed the area trying to see if i recognised anyone.  Hunter and most of the gang were dancing with a few drunk women. Others were scattered doing other activities I could only assume were illegal.  I felt sick to my stomach. How had my life changed so fast in a matter of a month?

One of the larger trucks had a stereo system blaring from the back, and another held drinks and food. Undertaker parked his bike in an open spot and directed me to get off and follow behind him. As we walked over to where the food truck was a few people stopped and watched us as we walked by. I felt gravely uncomfortable, especially when one of the men licked his lips at me. The Undertaker took me to grab some food and then let me chill out with Jeff and Hunter for awhile. They each  tried to make me feel as comfortable as possible but how could they? I was a normal teenager who now had to figure out how to fit in a gang of outrageous men. This was a scary time for me....

Later on that night I walked around looking for my new boss, wondering when we could leave. I found him standing next to a truck talking to Brock and some blonde chick.  

"Oh you finally found us,"  he asked as he wrapped his arm around the woman's shoulders. "You get her all straightened out?"  

Undertaker smiled, "Didn't need to really, I think our newest addition here will do just fine the way she is."

Brock smiled, "Well that's good to know,"

The woman raised an eyebrow once she finally noticed me standing there. "Who's the brat Taker?" 

"Excuse me?" I nearly snapped. "Who in the hell are you calling a brat!"

He laughed, "Easy kitten...this is Katrina... she's my newest gang member so to speak."

"You're joking right?" she asked with a smug look.

"Is there an issue?" He asked.

"Yeah is there?" I asked as I folded my arms. 

Undertaker looked back at me with one eyebrow raised. The woman flipped some of her hair over her shoulder and then put her hands on her hips. 

"Oh there's a problem alright...I am the ONLY real chick in the gang and she's no competition."

"Watch it babe," Brock said. "He didn't bring her here to replace you." 

I chuckled, "Not at all, besides I'm not keen to the ways of using my body to get what I want." 

Her mouth fell open as Brock and Undertaker laughed. "How dare you!" 

"Easy babe, she's 15..." Brock said as he stopped her from getting too close to me. 

"15 with a hole lotta mouth!" she snapped. "Looks like you need to train your little bitch Taker!" 

"Trained? Bitch I'm not a dog therefore I do NOT need trained!" I said as I pushed passed the Undertaker and got in her face. He almost seemed entertained by this sudden turn of events, for he didn't reach out to stop me.