The Life of the Sons

kenzie

The apartment itself was a dump. The walls were a stained yellow from previous occupants, the stench of cigarettes permeated the air like the old coal mine used to do. The living room held a worn out couch, a broken armchair, and a scratched coffee table that faced one of the only valuable thongs in the apartment.

Her sleek led tv.

The coffee table held a mess of old take out boxes, empty beer bottles-some vodka bottles, and plenty of lighter for the bongs Kenzie anzerton smoked after a night shift. 

Seven years ago kenzie wouldn't have touched a blunt. Seven years ago kenzie had gone to college and come back a year later with a secret and a thirst for something more violent.

A year after and kenzie had become the first girl to join the s.o.a. and she'd done a damn fine job and climbing up the ranks to be where she was. Even if Thomas teller would tell her it was because she was his old lady.

She shifted off the couch, still clad in her lingerie from her night shift at the local strip club. The cover she kept up so others wouldn't come looking for her to bruise up.

Jax made sure others only thought of her as an old lady that kept up with business aspect. Nothing more. She didnt even wear the patches around town. And she made sure she stayed invisible during day meetings with other clubs.

Just Thomas tellers old lady where they were concerned.

She shirked off her lingerie, slipped through her bedroom and turned on the shower. She watched as the steam started to rise before climbing in.

An hour later and kenzie sped down main street feeling like the world was closing in. She'd checked her phone after getting out of the shower to find jax teller had called an emergency meeting. One warehouse had been burnt down while another had guns stolen from it.

She pulled in front of the ice cream shop and counted and extra Harley. One extra. She clicked her tongue before getting out.

How could there be an extra Harley? She climbed out of the car and greeted chuck with a curt nod and a minute rummaging through the utility closet for her patch.

Even though she didnt wear it around town, meetings were a requirement.

"Hey kenze," chuck started as she pulled on her vest and removed her chestnut colored hair and swept it to the side.

"Yeah chuck?"

"Theres someone up there that you're not gonna like seeing," he was fidgeting and kenzie knew if he'd had those hands it would be down in those pants of his.

"Who?"

He shook his head. It wasn't like chuck to keep things from her not after all these years. She glanced up the stairs. Who the fuck could be up there that would upset her.

She glanced around the front parlor. Everything was in place. The ice cream sat full and ready. The sodas in the crisper waited for patrons. But there was a dirty towel in the sink.

No one rode long enough to be that dirty.

"Chuck. Who's upstairs?"

"Best see for yourself," he said going back to cleaning the immaculate surroundings.

She'd known something felt odd when she'd left her place this morning. She hadn't been able to place it. Like the air was slowly crushing her airways until it planned to snuff her out. She bounded back towards the front door.

"Patches stay inside darlin," Thomas' cool words had her cream colored hand pausing above the door handle. "We're waiting to start,"

Her shoulders sagged then straightened as she spun back around. Thomas gave her a side grin and motioned with his chin to come up to the reaper table. Jax didnt like to wait for anyone. The message was clear. Upstairs or out.