OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (4 page)

A look of fear
came over the guy’s face as he turned a shade of white. “I… I… I’m sorry… I’m
sorry”

“What the fuck did
you say?”

“Nothing. I said
nothing,” the guy stammered, his eyes still on Trigger’s gun.

“That’s what I
thought. Get back in your fucking car and shut the fuck up.”

The guy did as he
was told and Trigger turned back toward me putting the gun back where he had
just gotten it a few seconds earlier. I could feel the noise of the street
spinning in and out around me. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Had
he really just done that?

“Can we go?”
Trigger asked, suddenly calm. “Before I kill someone in the middle of the
fucking street, Jennifer.” He motioned to the line of cars behind him, a
dangerous look in his eyes.

“Jesus, lady,” the
younger girl said to me. “Just go with him.”

“Yeah, Jennifer,”
Trigger said. “Just go with me.”

I looked back at
the long line of traffic forming behind Trigger’s car and the look on the face
of the guy who had just gotten a gun pointed at him. The color was still
missing from it.

Then I nodded and
walked silently toward the car.

Trigger was acting
totally normal; like he didn’t just point a gun at someone in the middle of the
street next to our school. In fact, he was being almost pleasant, like there
was nothing to be scared of at all. He asked where I lived and I told him a few
streets over from where I really lived. I wasn’t trying to let this crazy MC
member know where I really lived.

He started driving
toward my neighborhood.

I snuck a peek at
him out of the corner of my eye.

He caught me
staring at him and snickered. “Like what you see?”

“No,” I snapped.
“I’m just wondering what the hell you want from me. And how did you know my
name?” I asked without waiting for him to answer the first question.

“We went to school
together,” he said in the same dark and sexy tone.

“How would you
know? We never spoke.”

“Did that hurt
your feelings?” he asked me, a smile creeping into his eyes.

He was joking with
me. Trigger Ford was trying to be funny with me.

What was this life
right now?

“What do you want
from me?”

“Can’t I just want
to make a new friend?”

“No,” I snapped at
him again.

“Okay, well, I
don’t want anything from you. I just need to know how big of a mouth you have?”

I practically
choked and he busted out laughing.

“Not like that,
Jennifer”

His laugh is
louder than I thought it would be, more full of life. It took me off guard a
little. I guess, I thought someone so serious must not laugh very much but it
sounded real and genuine, not fake or calculated like I would have thought it
would.

“What I mean is
that no one from our class knows that I’m taking any classes and I need to keep
it that way.” He tightened his knuckles over the steering wheel of the car and
glanced over at me, letting the definition of his arms show more.

I took in the soft
trail of his tattoos as realization washed over me. He wasn’t going to hurt me
and he didn’t want to be my friend. He was just worried about me keeping his
secret. He was worried about his street rep. People from his club didn’t go to
college. That’s not how they earned money. They earned money in other ways.
Illegal ways. If word got out that Trigger was taking classes the amount of
hate he would get would be unreal.

“Oh, I don’t even
talk to anyone around here that much. I would never tell anyone.” I crossed one
leg over the author and tried to sound like I was telling the truth. And I was.
Trust me, no one would believe this shit anyway.

Trigger chuckled
and opened his lips wide, letting out a sound of disbelief. “Yeah right, all
girls tell at least one person everything. That’s what girls do best; gossip.”

“Well, this girl
doesn’t,” I told him sternly.

He looked at me,
amused. “You kind of have an attitude problem. Did you know that?” Every time
he said my name I felt myself getting hot all over. Something about being near
him was sexy and dangerous at the same time. He was clearly crazy as hell, but
something about him was appealing to me. No matter how many times I kept
pushing those thoughts out of my mind.

Before I had to
answer, a loud horn started honking behind us. I swung around expecting to see
the cops. I was actually surprised it took so long. I would have thought
someone from the bus stop would have called right away.

But it didn’t look
like a cop car. It looked like another sports car. This one was bright red and
riding so close to the back of us that I felt like it was going to smash into
us at any second. I looked at Trigger with fear but he just rolled his eyes,
hitting his blinker and pulling over on the side of an off street.

“Who is that?” I
asked with wide eyes wide.

The door of the
red sports car swung open and slammed shut fast, much harder than necessary.
“Trigger,” came a loud and clearly pissed off voice. “What the fuck is wrong
with you?”

Trigger looked at
me like the whole thing was no big deal. “It’s just my brother.”

My mind started
getting fuzzy for about the 10th time in the last few hours.

Danger appeared at
the side of Trigger’s window within seconds. I recognized him from school. He
had been a senior when I had been a freshman. But even if I hadn’t been I had
seen him around enough times to know who he was.

His face was stone
cold with anger and he lifted his hand up and knocked the side mirror off the
driver’s side of Trigger’s car in one swift motion. I jumped in my seat a
little, but if Trigger was surprised by his brother’s actions he didn’t show
it. In fact, he looked bored if anything.

“What the hell is
this I hear about you pulling a gun on some guy on the other side of town at a
fucking stop light? Have you lost your mind, Trigger? No, really did you fall
down and forget
who
the fuck you are? Anyone could
have seen you, ANYONE.”

“But they didn’t,
Danger.”

“But they could
have! You can’t be so fucking reckless. You aren’t in high school anymore; you
need to start acting like it. These little boy impulse games are getting old
real quick.”

Trigger looked
down at the floor of the car, refusing to meet his brother’s eyes. It was clear
even to me that he hated the fact he had let Danger down. Danger was his big
brother and he wanted to make a good impression.

Danger sighed, his
voice calming down a little bit. “I’m about to send Silk over to your mom’s
house to get-“

“Trigger?” A
female voice called out. “Are you okay?”

I turned around in
my seat to see Kat standing by the passenger side of Danger’s car. The door was
open and she was looking around the street, worry on her face.

Danger snapped his
head back to look at her. “Get back in the car, Kat.”

“What’s going on?
Why are you flipping out?”

Danger looked
annoyed. “It’s none of your business! Get back in the car!”

“Tell me what’s
going on, Danger!”

“Kat, shut the
door, now.”

“Trigger?” Kat
called again. “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine!”
Danger snapped.

“Then why can’t he
tell me that himself?”

Danger sighed
loudly and looked down at his brother.

Trigger met his
eyes then tilted his head out the window a little. “I’m fine, Kat. Everything
is fine, get back in the car.” Kat paused for a second and then jumped back in,
shutting the door behind her.

“She makes
everything so difficult. I swear with how nosy she is one day she’s gong to
figure out-“

Trigger cleared
his throat really loud, motioning to the passenger seat for the first time
since his brother had come over to the car. Danger peered down and locked eyes
with me.

“Oh,” he said,
sounding surprised. “Hi there.”

I waved, suddenly
unable to speak.

“I’m Danger,” he
said, leaning over through the window and sticking his hand out to me. He
looked weary like he didn’t trust anything about me for a second and was just
being polite because he had to be.

“Jennifer.” I
somehow managed to speak and put my hand out to him at the same time. It was
amazing how much he looked like Trigger up close. You could definitely tell they
were brothers.

“It’s nice to meet
you,” he paused for a second, looking back and forth between the two of us. He
was probably trying to figure out what his little brother was doing with
someone who looked like me. Wonderful.

“Well,” he
continued. “I guess I’ll see you later then, bro.”

He looked back and
forth between us once more, looking confused. Then he turned around and walked
back to his car, springing the engine to life and zooming off past us and down
the street.

Trigger waited a
few seconds and then started the car slowly, shifting gears.

“Shouldn’t we? I
mean shouldn’t we get your mirror off the sidewalk?”

He shook his head.
“Na, I have a place I take it. He’s done it before.”

I swallowed,
unsure of how to react to that. His whole presentation of himself had
definitely changed now. He seemed stiff and angry after the run-in with his
brother.
 
I couldn’t help but play
the whole encounter over and over again in my head. It was clear that something
dangerous was going on with the Ford brothers, something I wanted no part of.
It was weird seeing Kat with them, she had always been so shy and sweet in
school.

I couldn’t help
thinking the way that Danger talked to her was in more than a sisterly manner.
In the short exchange I had seen they had seemed almost more like boyfriend and
girlfriend than brother and sister.

“Danger and Kat?
They aren’t… I mean… are they like together?”

Trigger looked at
me like I’d lost my mind. “That’s nasty, she’s our sister.”

“I thought she was
your stepsister,” I pointed out.

“Well she’s like
our sister,” he snapped. “And Danger would never look at her that way. She’s
not even his type.” Trigger sped up down the road; visibly annoyed at the nerve
I had to ask him anything about his brother.

Just like I’m not
your type, I couldn’t help but think.

“Sorry,” I said.

But Trigger didn’t
answer me.

Instead, he drove
on silently toward my house. After a few minutes he pulled up outside of my
apartment building, not the street I had given him when we left the bus stop. I
looked around, confused. “How did you?”

Trigger half
smiled for the first time since we had the run-in with his brother. “I know
where you live,” he said simply. “I know where everyone lives in this
neighborhood.”

I got what he was
saying. These were his streets.

Of course, he
covered his bases.

“Well, thanks for
the ride home.” I popped the door open and started to climb out when he stopped
me.

“Let’s hang out
tonight.”

I froze. Was he
kidding? Why would I hang out with him? Look at what had already happened in
the short amount of time I had been with him. “I don’t think so.” The thought
of being caught up in Trigger’s world any more than I already was terrified me.

“We can do
whatever you want.”

“Why?”

He shrugged.
“Because I feel like it.”

I rolled my eyes.
“Well, as flattering as that is, thanks but no thanks.” I got out of the car
and slammed the door behind me. Trigger was so annoying, implying that him
being bored was a good enough reason for me to hang out with him.

“I’ll pick you up
at 9,” Trigger called out the passenger side window and then he zoomed off
without another word or glance in my direction. I watched him speed away in
awe.

He had to be
kidding.

***

I obsessed over
the time for the rest of the night. This couldn’t be happening. What was wrong
with him? Was this amusing to him? I was sure he wouldn’t really show up. He
had probably forgotten about it the second he left my building.

I would have left
way before 9 so there was no chance of me seeing him at all, but my little
sisters and my mom were home that night. The last thing I wanted was Trigger
showing up at my door without me being there.

I had talked to my
girl Meghan earlier in the day and she told me that she and some of her girls
were headed to this 18+ club across town tonight. My plan was to meet up with
them there.

Trigger had said
we could do whatever I wanted so if by some miracle he did show up here I could
make him take me to the club. Then once inside I could ditch him and be with my
girls for the night.

I studied myself
in the mirror, looking me up and down. I had never been to a club before. I had
no idea what to wear, but my mom had helped me get ready. Blowing my long black
hair out and straightening it with the iron and lending me a short black dress
that made my butt and hips look thick and my stomach small. My makeup was
simple but present. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror. It had
been a while since I had put much effort into what I looked like. I preferred
having little attention on me, never wanting to attract the wrong kind of
attention.

I looked at the
clock again. Ten minutes until nine. Trigger could be here any second if he was
actually showing up. I walked toward the window in my bedroom and glanced out
the window.

His black infinity
was pulled up next to my house.

My heart started
pounding.

I couldn’t believe
he was actually here.

I raced out my
bedroom door and toward the front of the apartment before he got any ideas
about coming in to get me. The last thing I needed was my mom seeing me hanging
out with a Blazing Devils member, especially one that was a Ford brother. I
didn’t know what she would think. Especially since I was pretty sure she used
to score drugs from one of them.