Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 22- Her

I should've expected this. I really, really should have. Because the thing is the biker lifestyle ruins men. It makes them think they have this right to decide for a woman if she is related to them. Of course, there are multiple ways to view this situation. I see it as a man who needs to be reminded of his place.

"This is fucking ridiculous!", Roadkill shouts at the top of his lungs. "Stop! Both of you"

"You will obey what I say, Road master", Diesel growls. "And so will you, Psycho. You will, as long as you wear that patch"

I try to stop him, but that man is an unstoppable force when enraged. Because when Psycho silently but obviously pained takes of his most prized possession, I get the feeling I did more harm than good. I tore this club apart. The club psycho stands to my left and the fucking VP is clutching my right hand so hard I don't think I'm getting any blood circulation.

"Now that I don't have to 'obey' you as you called it. I will do as I damn well please. Starting with the reason for this shit show", Psycho points a threatening finger at the other party and his 3 companions flank him form behind. Hound, Maddog and Butcher drop their gaze to the ground, but their stances are set in stone. These are men risking their necks to protect me and I'm fucking terrified.

"You are looking at Beretta- feared assassin of the state but-", I'm shocked when I see Blaze openly declaring his rebellion. The loyal unto death Vice President stands against his club- for me, all for me. I'm angry that he'd risk himself but at the same time a little-

"she is Rose bailey Kingston. Rightful Queen of the club. Daughter of President Machete"

"What-"

"-the actual-"

"Fuck!"

"No way"

"Wha-"

"And that's why Prez here wants her tattooed", Blaze continues as Diesel flinches with every man looking at him and then at me.

"The fucking eyes!", Tank exclaims as he points to a copy of my father's framed portrait as the original was destroyed at the clubhouse.

"I mean she could be lying", Don says, shrugging when Psycho glares at him. I can't take this- my only secret being discussed like this. I close my eyes, leaning my head back towards the ceiling. God- if you're even there- give me the fucking strength.

"Why won't you get it, Ro?", My eyes snap open to find my brother's hurt ones. Some feeling I can't place wrecks my body at that expression. Despite everything- he wanted to protect me. Never mind the fact he didn't consider the fact I don't fucking need it.

"Because-", I drop into my original chair. "You will be in danger. All of you. Each and everyone of you", I point at every single individual man in the room as they all try to appear intimidating. A crying laughing emoji here please.

"And not just you, your families- wives, children, sisters and brothers. Your mothers, fathers- everyone you probably left sleeping in your respective white picket fence houses", I kick my legs over the mahogany table scattered with documents and flick off the speckle of remaining blood on my favorite boots, then look straight up at my brother.

"I survived this long in the world without your protection- without needing you. I refuse to destroy all that I worked for with my own hands- this club. I don't need protection because I am not in danger, I am the  fucking danger"

"But-"

"I have the fucking talking stick right now, D", and he surprisingly shuts up. In front of all his brothers- the men that look up to him.

"And Don, you are free to express your opinions how ever you please. I do not reply back because you don't matter- your opinions don't matter to me", Don snorts and I raise my eyebrow at his ignorance. "Listen, do not be cunty to me because I'm gonna be cunty straight back and I assure you I'll outcunt you any fucking day, cunt"

"Well okay, that confirms the biker heritage quite clearly to me", Hound tries and manages to get a reluctant reaction from everyone except poor Don. Fuming, and red faced in the corner as two prospects hold him back- on Diesel's orders, I realize later.

"I want a minute with R- my sister. Out. Now", Diesel is barely holding it together as his voice cracks with emotion and everyone quickly files out as they realize he's come out of his...delusional state.

"R-", he starts

"Nope, I'm not getting the fucking tattoo"

"Lis-"

"Nope, Nuh uh. No wa-"

"You don't have to", he quickly interrupts.

"Really?", I ask genuinely surprised. See, father I'm already changing the biker ways and you thought I couldn't handle it.

"Yes", he whispers as his eyes glass over. "And I'm sorry. I just- I don't know", and I'm already finding myself walking over to him.

"Can I?", I ask with my arms spread, ready to hug his shaking form. I don't even get the whole thing out when I'm crushed in his huge arms. My feet don't touch the ground anymore and tears fill my eyes that this moment was even possible in the first place. Me hugging my brother I'd only dreamed of meeting as a little girl. While he never knew I existed, I always did.

"I didn't even know you but from the moment I saw you, I had this- this feeling towards you. No matter how much I tried I couldn't really bring myself to harm you-"

"I know, I know, D. Shhhh", I rubbed his back over his leather jacket.

"I'm such a pussy, aren't I?", he asked pulling away to wipe his cheeks quickly. While I uselessly tried to rub away the redness of my nose. Poker face, my ass- the nose always gives me away.

"Of course", I agree.

"-not. You were going to say of course not"

"No"

"Whatever. You're a bitch anyway"

"Yeah, let's just get this meeting started if you're done with your tantr-"

"Stop fucking squishing me!", someone whispers and both our necks snap towards the door to see two men collapsing over each other and several heads peeking in. What are they? 4?

"Peek-a-fucking-boo, motherfuckers"

A/N:

Rose's boots up there^^^

Happy reading!

Love, Jare