The Life of the Sons

Seeds

For an hour and a half, Kenzie let the water run over her like torrential rain and listened to Chibs argue with Abel over the details of last night. 

Last night.

She remembered waking up to an empty room and Chibs standing outside her room like a prison guard. One that wouldn't talk to her about the whereabouts of her prison master or her boyfriend. His only words had been get back to bed and I ain't telling you, anything sweetheart. Both had gotten him vulgar hand signs and a smile.

She heard the room door slam and turned off the water. He could shower within cold water for all she cared about and slipped out of the shower. Chibs had laid out her clothes for her on the sink and she smiled at the careful attendance he'd given to her wardrobe. Revealing, but clever in the way it showed things. Not too much, but enough to make the others think she was still a woman. Even if she were a better shot then the rest of them. She dried herself off and a knock rapped against the door.

"Dressed?" Abel's tentative words caught her in a gridlock between her thighs and heart.

"Almost," she slipped on the biker jeans and black hell babes shirt before opening the door.

Abel leaned against the door frame looking like a jilted angel. What the hell had he been up to last night? She brushed a lock of his blonde hair behind his ear and he reared back. His blue eyes searching for a reason for her intimacy before he pushed past her.

"Thanks," he murmured. "I needed to piss like a sailor," he shut the door and shut her off from him.

She didn't understand why she'd done what she did. She should hate him. She should want to slap him every time she saw him. But the more he was around the more she remembered where they'd left things off. Where her feelings had always been. She grabbed her hairdryer from her bag a little too rough and tipped the duffle over.  The loud bang brought Abel crashing out of the bathroom with a hand holding up his jeans.

He looked down at the duffel, sighed and shook his head.

"Angry at the duffel bags now?" he mocked and she threw the hairdryer at his head. He shuffled back into the bathroom and laughed as he shut the door again.

"Dick head," she shouted and heard a bang from the room over. "Fuck you too," she yelled in that direction and snatched up her hairdryer.

"What's got you in a mood this morning?" Abel crossed his feet and leaned against the wall with his arms folded. The muscles bulged and his shirt strained.

"Where the hell were you last night?" She plugged in the hairdryer and faced him.

A smile crossed his lips and she wanted to throw something else at him.

"Missed me?"

"No," she snarled and he repressed a laugh. "I just don't like waking up to silence,"

She'd spent so many nights with Thomas that silence gave her chills that she didn't want to feel. It reminded her too much of the nights her father would creep into her room and violate her before she started retaliating. Before Abel beat the shit out of him.

"I'm sorry," he said. As if he remembered. "I forgot why you hate silence,"

Seven years and he remembered why she cried when the room grew too silent. And why she rejoiced when her father kicked the bucket last year. She shuddered and Abel's arms were around her before she could object. She fit under his chin like the old days and it sent spindles through her body that created a mist under her eyes. She pushed away from him.

Fuck him, she thought. He was the reason she bled in the bathtub that Thomas had found her in. ANd he was the reason she was in the club and with Thomas and not him. She shot him a glare.

"Fuck you, Abel," she hissed and went to put on her jacket.

There came a glint to those blue eyes and he shrugged off her anger like he could shrug off a prostitute. Quick and painless. She had hated him for that teller quality. Abel did it less than Thomas and Jax but it was still there.

"It's not my fault you missed me last night and can't handle me caring," he said slipping out the hotel room without a word.

She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled at the roots. Relieving the stress and anger these boys put her through before slipping out the door behind him.  A half a minute later Abel followed her and climbed onto his bike giving the nod to chibs and Jax. The nod that meant things were well and on track.

Kenzie hated those nods.

She squared her shoulders and closed the gap between her and Thomas, who looked like shit. Of course, he looked like shit, she thought. He'd been out last night. She knew it from the hum of his motorcycle engine.

"What's going on with your brother and dad?" She asked leaning on his bike. Thomas' eyes registered her frame before her face and his frown deepened.

"Hell if I know," he said lighting a cigarette. "But it seems Abel's been turned into a bonafide babysitter,"

"He came and got you last night didn't he?"

Thomas flushed and then squinted his eyes. "Who told you?"

"I know your bike moron," she hissed and moved away from the swing of his hand. "Try that again and I'll break your hand so you'll have to ride on the back of your brother's bike,"

He snarled. "What crawled up your crotch and died?" a few of the men around her snickered and a smile broke Thomas' face. She chuckled back. He'd think he won if she didn't say or do anything back. But she wasn't an old lady. She was a member of the club too and she wouldn't be pushed around by him, or any of them.

"Wouldn't you like to know what crawled up my crotch," she smiled. "Because it sure as hell isn't going to be you until you decide to respect me more," she slipped on her glasses and zipped up her jacket.

"You're my old lady," he snarled, "You'll do what I say like a good old lady,"

Kenzie's irritation intensified slowly. Abel would never treat her like this. He would never had had the audacity to treat her like her father treated her. But Thomas never knew her father like Abel had. He hadn't been there when the fists flew and her face bruised. He'd only been thereafter she'd done things to herself.

"Say that again Thomas and I'll make sure you know what a club member does to another," she snarled and walked past Abel and to her bike without another glance. It was time she put herself back in charge instead of worrying about Thomas' outbursts. Abel chuckled behind her and she whipped a glare back at him. His hands shot up in the air, but that arrogant smile remained. "Don't start,"