Once there was a happy little girl, she thought her life was perfect. Then death happened and due to certain circumstances she was left broken and lost trust with people. She learned from early on family is not blood.
Can she learn to trust again?
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The Present day - 20 years old Bambi
"It's been five months since you went away, left without a word and nothing to say. When I was the one who gave you my heart and soul, but it wasn't good enough for you. So, I asked God. God send me an a angel from the heavens above. Send me an Angel to heal my broken heart for being in love. All I do is cry... send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes," I sang Amanda Perez song as I tap my fingers to the radio. I was on my way to a place I never thought I'd come back to. I moved out when I was seventeen and hadn't been back in three, almost four, years. Hell, I thought it would be longer before I was going to have to come back. One reason I am coming is because my mom is moving to where I came from and asked for me to return and get what I want. Seri, my stepsister, is graduating from college and made me promise to come. Since I was found myself stuck in a situation, I figured now was the best time to come. Even though Seri and I have spent two months in Cancun as her graduation gift. She knew I didn't want to come back to this place. Regardless, they asked me to come for safety, so I did. I just want them gone first. The don't need to be messed up in my drama, plus Seri has a job at the art gallery. So, they will be busy and won't have to worry about me.
As I zoom down the road heading towards town. I can't believe how much this place hasn't really changed since the last time I've been here. You can pass through the whole town in five minutes. There are businesses on each end where the road goes to different part of the town. They have the square, where the majority of the businesses are. They still have only two red lights, one at each end of the town. There is a new garage set up and I hope I can get a job there. Well, okay, technically I was already heading to a garage and going to demand an interview. I had recently moved back to Diamond Valley, as I said, and I needed a job to blend in. I was a pretty decent car mechanic and knew a thing or two. My adopted family has showed me a thing or two and taught me a lot of helpful and useful things to add on to what I already knew. One of the cousins of my family owned his own auto shop.
One day while I was eating lunch Serena, and she had told me about the bikers that moved in and took over the auto garage and really turned it around. They fixed up Old Man Jones' old garage and tried to keep drugs out of the town. She said they originally branched out from White Valley, the next town over. But as for the garage it was safe and seemed like a legit place to work. And if I was staying and needed a job, I could try over there at the garage. So here I am driving the five-minute drive to the garage. I just wished she told me more on the bikers before we decided this was a place for me to lay low. But I'll pass that bridge when I get there.
Pulling up I took in the place; it really hasn't changed. They had more doors to bring cars in what looks like a huge box shaped building. Attached to it was a smaller square shaped with glass windows and a "open" sign hanging. There was also tattoo parlor right before you get to the garage. It was less then five minutes from the square to the tattoo parlor and garage. Stepping out of my time setting and thoughts, I parked and got out of my blue 1966 corvette. This was my baby, well it was my dad's baby. My brother and I worked on her until she was in great shape. Since I spent the most time with it, my brother let me have it. Well, he still has my dad's old ford pick up. I walked into the garage and up to the man behind the counter.
As expected I see a biker behind the desk. The man looked me up and down. He was tall, brown military buzz cut hair, bright green eyes, sculpted cheek bones and a body that was built like a rock. I looked at his cut. The name was Jet, he was an enforcer. Looking in the mirror behind him I see that the back said Riders of Neptune. The symbol of half a man with a trident pointed to the sky. Not bad looking. Love the eyes. Gotta be careful of the club.
"Do you have an appointment?" He asked knowing I didn't. "No." "What's wrong with your car?" He asked. "Nothing I want to speak to the person in charge." I stated, he quirked his eye at me. "Why would I let you just come in here and do that. Especially without an appointment or a car problem?" He asked. "Just cause I don't have either don't mean I can't speak to whoever is in charge, right? Besides I heard you were needing help. So why not just point me to the boss?" I asked again, I know my attitude might need a little work. But I've learned over the years to hide my emotions behind my attitude. Eventually you get where you need to be.
"Yes it does, he's a busy man. We can't just have anyone off the street come in," he started, "no matter how hot the chick is. Plus you have to know somethings about cars and are able to fix them. I doubt a little thing like you does." He was going to continue but was cut off by a door opening. "Jet, did you know there was '66 corvette out here! It's cool as hell, looks almost like the one my dad had," I hear a familiar voice. I squealed and jumped onto the huge man's arms. He caught be out of instincts, I'm sure. But I didn't expect to see my brother so soon and excitement took over.
"What the hell!" Jet, I'm sure because I did a bipolar moment. "Jake!" I continued to hug him. I feel leather as I rubbed his back. "Bambi?" He finally pulled away and looked down at me. I looked at him; still kind of scrawny, not much taller then I was, he had a baby face and is somewhat built. His brown hair was cut short. He also had a leather cut on with different patches and the name Tank and sergeant at arms. Hmm interesting. He grinned and hugged me tighter. "What are you doing here?" "Heard that this place needed a receptionist, I'm here for the job. Hulk, over there won't let me see the owner or whoever is in charge here. Also said I wouldn't know anything about cars," I explained, "Hey, I'm not Hulk!" I hear at the same time Jake speaks. "Well, I could've saved you trouble, I run the place. But that's not what I meant. Why are you in Diamond Valley?" Jake laughed as he put me down.
"Oh, I decided that I needed a much slower pace than living in Hamilton. It was getting a little too much for me. So, can I work here?" I asked him. Half of that is true. "She has to know something about cars, which I doubt she does. Plus you have to get approval to hire some girl off the streets," Jet said. I just glared at him.
"She isn't some girl off the streets. She's family." Jake said. I rolled my eyes at the word "family". "But you're right. I have to talk to Blaze, but as far as I am concerned. You got the job". He turned and went back into the work shop. There was a couple other guys there some had the Riders of Neptune others looked like regular civilians. Jake walked over to another guy and banged on the hood of the car he was working on. The guy popped his head up.
"Yo, what?" The guy asked.
"Just wanted to let y'all know I'm taking Bambi to talk to Blaze about the receptionist job so we can get Jet back to working on vehicles." The man looked at me and nodded. Jake turned and walked out the door.
"Bambi is?" he asked.
"My sister." The guy arched his eyebrow and looked at me. I just stare back.
"Okay, hurry back though. Got to have that Ford done by 7." Jake nodded then turned towards me, he smirked.
"I call dibs on driving! No comebacks!" He yells as he ran to my car. My eyes go wide. Jake is the only one I'd let drive my baby. I ran outside and jumped in just as Jake turned the key.
