Page 2 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

He tapped the girl on his lap so she could get up. She looked like she wanted to protest, but she knew better. I didn’t care for her because I felt like she was using my father because he was the club president.

“How am I supposed to take you seriously about joining this club, if you can’t even be on time?”

I almost sucked my teeth but thought better of it.

“Me being two minutes late doesn’t have anything to do with me being a part of this club. There are plenty of members that come in late, and you don’t say anything to them.”

“Because they aren’t my child. I don’t think you are ready.”

The club door opened, so my father and I looked up to see who was entering. Jalen came strolling in with his helmet in his hand. His eyes were on me like he wanted to make sure I was good, and I prayed my father didn’t notice.

“Is there a reason why you are looking at my daughter like that, prospect?” My father completely turned toward Jalen with his arms crossed over his chest.

“N-no, sir.” Jalen stuttered.

“Good. I would hate to have to kill you before you can become a member. I need you to get some food for everyone.”

“Yes, sir.” Jalen spun on his heels and left the same way he came back in.

I didn’t like how my father treated Jalen and the other prospects. Sometimes he could be so cruel, and nobody called him out on his shit.

My father watched the door for a second, before turning to face me. “Is something going on between the two of you?”

“Not at all.”

“And don’t let it.”

Someone got my father’s attention, so he turned to talk to them. I picked at my nails while I waited for them to finish. I made a mental note to get a manicure soon.

“Daddy, I’m ready to join the club. I’ve been trying for years, and I’m not sure why you keep telling me no.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’ve told you plenty of times why I don’t want you here and today was just another reason.”

The words that came out of his mouth were bullshit, because he never really told me why I couldn’t be a part of the club. He always just said no.

“That’s not fair. Everyone else can get in here, but I can’t. Your own daughter. What did I ever do to you?”

“You weren’t a boy! Are you happy now? I wanted a son, but instead, I got a daughter who thinks she’s supposed to get whatever she wants. Just like your damn mother!” He slammed his fist on the table.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at us. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my tears at bay. I was hurt and embarrassed, but there was no way I would let my father or the other members know how much his words affected me. If I did, then he would call me weak like he always did whenever I cried.

My father was an evil man, and sometimes I wondered why any of the members stayed. Hell, why did I want to be a partof it? I knew it was because motorcycles were the only thing my father and I bonded over. Outside of that, he was verbally and mentally abusive to me. A part of me hated him because he physically abused my mother and caused her to leave both of us. But then, there was that part that wanted his approval since he raised me by himself. I never did see my mother again after she left, because she ended up dying a few years later.

My uncle Evan did as much as he could, but my father was an asshole toward him as well. They even fought a few times, and my father tried to keep me away from Uncle Evan, but I would sneak to his house as much as I could.

I stared at my father as his nostrils flared. He was angry, but it wasn’t my fault I was born a girl. If he hated me so much, he should have just sent me with my uncle. I was sure he would have taken me in with no problem.

I got up and snatched my helmet off the table. In my head, it was fuck my father, but I knew I wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Pepper Ann, you bring your ass back here!”

I ignored my father and stormed out of the clubhouse, almost colliding with Jalen.

“Whoa!” His hands were full of bags of food, but he still managed to grab my wrist. “You good?” His eyes roamed my face, searching for answers.

“I’m good. You better get in there before my father comes out.”

“Call me if you need me.” He let me go and walked inside, as I walked to the bike and mounted it.

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