Shady: MC Romance (5 page)

She needed a fucking drink, the emotional crap was wearing on her nerves.

*****

“We have a lot of shit to talk about, man, but right now, you and Cajun are on Shay like fucking glue. She
is not
going to let this shit go,” Creed said grimly to Slider who was fuming at the table still. He could feel his friend nodding and leaned back.

“I mean it, Slider, nothing happens to her,” Fork said.

“I want a piece of this motherfucker,” Slider growled.

“If there is any left,” Easy said and stood. “I am making a few calls, the boys from Cali are going to need to step up. We are going to war, and until we cut the head off this fucking snake, we are not relaxing.”

“Agreed,” Creed said and the men began to plan.

Chapter
Four

Cajun stood and looked at his friend. They needed to talk. He needed to be brought up to speed on the situation. “Let’s get a drink.”

Slider sighed, nodded, and then looked at his friend. “Yeah, better make it a double or a triple.”

Cajun nodded and they walked down the hallway into the bar. Shady was nowhere to be found and Cajun frowned a little. They needed to find her and keep tabs on her, like now. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t go and try to extract her revenge before the club could.

“She went to the house,” Slider said softly.

“How do you know?” Cajun asked.

“'Cause when she is pissed and upset she either gets on her bike or she goes to her room and listens to her music. Since her bike is still outside, she's in her room listening to her crazy ass music until she sorts through it.” Slider grimaced.

They both got a beer and a shot of Tequila and then went to an unoccupied table in the corner. Once they were settled and had a few drinks Cajun looked at his friend without saying a word.

Slider sighed and then began to talk, “You know Shay and I were an item a few years ago, but it was a little more serious than I may have made it sound. When I first met her, she was everything a man could want. A chick wanting no commitment and fucked like a man. She couldn’t get enough; it was intense and fucking hot. It went on for a few months, I came and went, and she never asked for a fucking thing. Then shit changed, but it was me not her. I came back and she was dancing one night at Bitches, and serious to God I had never seen her dance. I don’t know why but I just never had. She was up on the pole and I just saw red. All those strangers pawing at her, and then I saw one of the brothers come up to the edge of the table and smack her ass. I mean to tell you I almost lost my patch that night. Went after my brother and busted up the place and him. Took five guys to pull me off, Shady was pissed. Told me that I didn't have a claim on her, no one did, and if I couldn’t handle it, then tough shit. Man, I swear, I was fucked in the head, didn't know if I was coming or going, took off to straighten myself out, and Creed and Fork let me borrow a cabin in the Rockies. Never thought I would want a woman, seeing my dad beat my mom, and then turn on me when I tried to protect her, never wanted to chance that he passed that shit to me. You know, I get angry and I just fucking never want to do that to a woman. I know Shady wasn’t with anyone else during the time we were together, talked to the guys and they all said the same thing, even when I was gone she didn’t go to anyone. Now I can guess it was because of all these issues that fucked with her head. Also probably part of the reason why when I came back from getting my head on, Shady and I had a talk and I told her I wanted to claim her as my old lady, she said no, then I left after I told her I wouldn’t be back. It was a mess, and then this crap started and the couple times I had to come here, I avoided her. I haven’t seen her since that day.”

Cajun sat silently and listened, staring at his friend for a few moments, “So where are you at with this shit right now?”

Slider glanced at his friend because he had an edge in his voice that he knew well. They were best friends and had been for a long time, Slider was the only one who knew even part of the story about his imprisonment. When Cajun returned to the States, he was worried about what the fucked up shit in his head would mean if he wanted a relationship of any kind with a woman. He talked to Slider about it a little at a time until finally he asked if Slider would help him, as in having his back. That was how the two started sharing women. It made Cajun feel more comfortable knowing his friend was there, and they also found they liked tag teaming a woman and getting her off together. They had never discussed making a lifestyle out of it, but Cajun knew the President of the Warriors and his Vice shared their woman, as did the two Enforcers. When they had heard about it, of course the talk kinda came about between them, nothing serious, but with his reaction to the gorgeous woman biker, it made him think maybe they should. Taking a deep breath, Cajun finally made the statement he had been thinking for the last few hours.

“You ever share her?” Cajun said and Slider’s gaze snapped to him in a glare.

“Fuck no,” Slider ground out.

“Ever think about it?” Cajun asked calmly, took a long pull from his beer, and waited as his friend mulled it over in his head.

“Why do you want to know?” Slider asked.

Cajun took a chance, “Don’t get pissed, man, but seriously, when I saw her storming in the fucking clubhouse I got rock hard. Hell, every fucking time I see her I get rock hard, can’t seem to control it. There is something about her.”

Slider nodded and looked down, then he took a long drink from his beer, and took another shot before asking, “For yourself, or for both of us?”

“Both of us,” Cajun said quickly. There was no way he was going to actually do anything alone with a woman, not yet, fuck, maybe not ever. If Slider wanted Shady all to himself, then he would have to find a new partner. It was something he didn’t want to do but he would bow out somewhat gracefully.

“We do this, there is no going back. She is going to be a handful, and we are either all in or all out. No halves. Shady will fight us every step of the way, but if we play it right, we will win. I'd planned to come back and fight to claim her, I would love to have some help with her. 'Cause, brother, I think she is gonna need both of us,” Slider finally said slowly.

“Not sure if she needs anything I can give her, brother, claiming her is one thing. I can help you, but long term?” Cajun said grimly.

“Then what the fuck are we talking about,
brother
?” Slider asked.

“I don’t know, I'm attracted to her,” Cajun said uncomfortably. “Claiming a woman though?”

“Seriously, after all I just told you, and all you heard, you want to fuck her, then leave?” Slider growled.

“Dude, you know I am fucked in the head, I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep,” Cajun said gently. He was being realistic.

“All you have to do is try, man,” Slider said and stared at his friend intently.

Cajun was silent, he wanted this so much, to finally stop running from the shit in his head, but he didn’t know if he could. And true to form, his friend must have known what was playing in his head because he always knew what to say.

"Man, I have been with this woman. If we win her, which I have no doubt we will. She could be your saving grace, the one to fill the crack in your heart, and lay your demons to rest. Brother, if there is one for us, it is her. It would answer why we have walked the path we have in our lives to bring us to this point together—her—she is to be our everything."

Fuck, this sucked but he was going to give this a shot, because something was telling him that if he didn’t, he would lose the best chance he had to heal and become more than what he was. Inside, he felt his friend spoke the truth.

“What do we do?” Cajun asked firmly.

“Well, she is gonna be pissed we are her shadows. Shady doesn’t like to feel like someone is protecting her. Let’s go piss her off, shall we?” Slider said and grinned, “Trust me, she is hot when she is pissed.”

*****

Shady flopped back on her bed wearing only a tank and her underwear. She had taken her leathers off and threw them over her desk chair; right now they felt too confining. Normally she could wear them for hours, they were like an old sweater that gave her comfort, but today it didn’t seem to help.

She flipped on her music with the control in her hand and sighed when she felt the bass from her music begin to thump. Her playlist ranged from Hip Hop to Country, anything that called to her, or made sense in her head was added. There was no rhyme or reason, the guys teased her about it all the time, especially when she was in charge of the music at a party.

Fuck, she needed to figure out how the hell she was going to get around the club. She loved them like brothers and she was loyal to them to a fault. However, they didn’t know every last detail about what happened to her, some of it was just too much to actually say aloud, it was for her to know and no one else.

Shady felt the tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes as memories locked away all this time escaped their box and the reason she had to run when she was younger. You'd think a sixteen-year-old, out on her own, was just fucking frightening. But staying in that house one more night was a lot more frightening. If her mother or stepfather would've found out the truth, they would have made her stay and she couldn’t, she wouldn’t end up there. She did the only thing she could.

She remembered the first thing that triggered her need to take flight. Her mother and stepfather sitting in the living room having a conversation about her that would decide her life, without even speaking to her.

“She could go to a good college, study art and music,” her mother had said. “Then when Dom and her are in public, she will look more poised and refined.”

But her
stepfather disagreed. “No, she doesn’t need school, Dom can teach her everything she needs to know to be by his side.”

She had just sat there, but in her mind she was screaming NO. Francesca Sophia Reyes, sixteen-year-old invisible girl, just sat and listened. Her anger was beginning to get the better of her by that time in her life, but she would never say anything. At least that is what she normally did, but listening to them that day as they planned her life with that monster, well, that was never going to happen. She'd even thought that she would kill herself before that took place.

God, her so-called family was whacked and she did was continue to listen.

“But, darling, if someone asks her opinion on something?” her mother had just kept on.

“She will follow her husband's lead, just like you do. Dom will know how to keep her in her place. Her opinion doesn’t matter, only pleasing her husband,” her stepfather said and she swore a little vomit made its way up her throat.

“I know that, honey, and you are right, Dom will take her in hand,” her mother simpered and Francesca had grimaced, she had always hated it when her mother did that. It was like she didn’t have a mind of her own, she never disagreed and questioned him. Shady waited for her mother to disagree with her stepfather. She was only sixteen; she had plans, a life she wanted that did not include staying in the fortress forever. And she had decided that no way her nightmare of a life was going to end and soon. “Well we have a few years.” Her mother had sighed and Shady though she had time to plan. But it hadn't been the case.

Her stepfather laughed and shook his head. “No, dearest, Francesca will marry Dom in the summer.”

Yeah, she'd said it, "What the fuck?" in a whisper of course. Then little old Francesca panicked, the summer, the fucking summer. There she was panicking and they just continued to talk.

“But she is sixteen,” her mother frowned.

“Yes, and of age in our country. She needs to be taught how to behave now.” Her stepfather had sounded so impatient and she knew what was coming and evidently so had her mother because she backed off. But not quick enough; her stepfather’s hand snapped out and struck her mother in the cheek. “I told you I would make the decisions about Dom and Francesca.”

“Of course, I am sorry.” And as always her mother agreed even with tears in her eyes.

And was also the minute she snapped, because oh hell no, so she'd yelled while jumping up, “No you will not.” Her stepfather looked at her in surprise, she had never talked back to him. “It is my life and I am not marrying Dominic. I have plans,” she'd intended to follow those plans too. Then the day just kept getting better and better.

Her stepfather laughed at her, and her mother turned a shade of green. She should have freaking read the cues but, she was pissed. Her stepfather stood, walked to the bar, poured himself a drink, and then turned, and his face wasn’t smiling anymore.

“You will do what you are told,” he said warningly.

“Yeah,” she yelled, “fuck you. I make up my own mind.”

Boy she thought she was so smart, until she realized she hadn’t heard the footsteps behind her,
so when Dom III grabbed her by the hair, turned her around, and began screaming at her, she was shocked.

“You are MINE!” Dom roared at her, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Son, get her in line, the wedding will be in three weeks, make sure she is ready by then. No noticeable marks,” her
stepfather said, his tone sounding bored.

“Of course,” Mini-Me-Wannabe—Dom
answered him back.

The following three days held nothing but pain in her memories.

However, it was those three days and the subsequent days after, that sealed her plan. She had to escape, or he would kill her one day. That was when she decided she was no longer going to be Francesca Sophia Reyes, and Shady was born.

The music changed and her favorite song by Demi Lovato came on. Shady rolled over, grabbed her pillow, and hugged it as the lyrics flowed over her. It spoke of rebuilding and surviving and that is what she did, Dominic III didn’t break her no matter how hard he tried, Francesca was dead but Shady was living and strong enough to fucking survive.