In The Enemies Arms

Family

CLARA
I woke up this morning with a spring in my step, for once everything seemed right. I felt safe and loved. The feeling was so familiar and addictive, I never wished to lose it again. I stood in my shower washing my hair, ridding it of last nights sensual activities. Leo had left me in bed since he had a few things to take care of, leaving me bored and awaiting his return.

The apple shampoo I used was massaged into my scalp until I rinsed it out and exited the shower. I threw on some leggings, a white T-shirt and socks before going downstairs to feed my begging stomach. Turning I saw how dirty the club house was, spilled beer was everywhere making the floor sticky. I quickly ran upstairs to grab some slippers before coming back down.

Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a bowl and prepared myself some breakfast. I sat at the kitchen bar looking at the mess of it. I had always been one for mess, I hated it. I placed the bowl in the dishwasher and got to work. Pulling out a broom and some other cleaning products I started to make my way round the messy social space.

Connecting my phone to the speakers, I played some music to accompany me with the long task at hand. It was no secret that bikers were messy, they usually made the sweetbuts clean up after them in return they offered them a simple life at the club. I moped a stubborn spot on the floor, going round the room singing to myself whilst cleaning the disgrace of the clubhouse.

After an hour, I flopped on to the couch in exhaustion. It had taken me forever to clean, they best be grateful. I now stood behind the bar pouring myself a well deserved drink. A cold Pepsi would be lovely right now. Grabbing a cold bottle I poured it into a glass and placed in some ice before gobbling it down. 'Someone's thirsty' came a deep voice making me whip round to the culprit. Tipper.

'Hello, Tipper' I smiled nicely at him. He looked very hungover but he still managed to look just as attractive as usual. 'Hey babe, what you doing?' He sat at one the bar stools opposite the counter whilst he watched me drink my Pepsi. 'Just cleaned up everyone's mess' I answered with a smile. Tipper was the typical guy I would avoid, his nice personality was too good to be true but I had learnt that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

We spoke for longer until more men finally came into the main room, smiling in appreciation at me cleaning their living area. 'Clara!' I heard Jess shout, looking around frantically I started to speed walk towards the stairs. I did not want to be interrogated by Jessica's 21 questions. Speed walking towards the door I looked over my shoulder in hopes to scope her out. 'Where are you going?' I bumped straight into her, a big smirk on her face and her short black hair curly for once.

'H-hey Jess' I smiled weakly, but it was to no avail. 'Don't. Even. Try. It. Your Room. Now' she instructed with a sinister smirk. Turning to Tipper I pouted begging him to save me, but he simply looked away. Sighing I walked upstairs, my crazy friend hot on my heels. Turning into my bedroom I opened the door and sat on the bed, heating the door click shut. 'Well? Don't just fucking sit there! Tell me everything' Jess was jumping up and down like a kangaroo, she wanted to feed on the gossip I was going to give her so she could fuel her crazy.

'What do you want to know?' I asked innocently, trying to divert the conversation slightly. 'Don't act innocent with me young lady, I know you was getting a good piping from the prez' her grin defeated me, causing a sigh to leave my lips. 'Well we had sex...again' I said bluntly, it was easier to say than last time. Maybe because for once I felt like a normal girl who would do normal things like have sex with an attractive man. 'After that whole Molly dance floor thing he told me to go upstairs and wait for him' I decided to leave out his steamy commands, Jess would surely have a heart attack if she knew of his dirty words.

We sat around speaking for a while, Jess seemed less chatty today but that was mostly because she was suffering from a incredible hangover. 'Hey' came a deep voice, I recognised it to be Scissor. His strong arms wrapped around Jess' waist in a tight hug, she shot him a lazy smile as she turned around and pecked him on the lips. 'Hello handsome' she flirted. My face screwed at their open display, Good Lord will they ever- 'Get a room' came his dark voice making my insides flip in happiness

'Says you prez, weren't you two getting it on like two craz-' Scissor's hand flew to Jess' mouth stopping the rest of that sentence coming out of her filthy mouth. Leo's eyes narrowed at the daring girl in front of me, challenging her to carry on. Jess was one of the only ones who could talk to him like that, only because I had mellowed him.

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'So how was church?' I asked, we were floating in the lake. It seemed that this was our place now. My mind scolded itself for asking such a stupid question, women don't know what happens in church. It's highly confidential amongst the brothers and even so I'm not even a member of the club. 'Sorry I shouldn't have asked' I mumbled quickly, realising I was at fault.

'Church was good' he replied with a smile bringing me closer to him. 'Doesn't it upset you that I'm not really apart of your life? Sure I know how biker clubs are and the rules but I'm not apart of your club' my insecurities had gotten the best of me. His silence unnerved me, sighing to myself I turned towards the dock swimming towards it. Climbing up I used the towel we had brought and dried off before pulling on my sundress. He followed behind me like a loyal dog, still silent until he answered.

'We best go into the city then' he was now getting changed, my face was contorted in confusion. Why were we going to the city? It was almost as if he had read my mind 'I need to find you a decent jacket for when I patch you in' My eyes sparkled with appreciation, I would finally be apart of his family.