Page 1 of Fury
Prologue
Fury – Age Thirteen
“How fucking could she?” Brick shouts as he storms into the clubhouse, and I look up from where I’m sitting in the back doing my math homework in shock, my eyes wide as Eagle and my best friend Leo follow, looking concerned.
“Dad,” Leo says as he grabs the back of his dad's cut to stop him from trashing the common room, but Brick still manages to catch the stool and throw it causing a loud crash. His old lady rushes out from the kitchen with a frown to see what the ruckus is about, her light blue eyes assessing him from the doorway when noticing it’s her old man, not willing to go any further toward him instead she crosses her arms over her chest, but that isn’t a surprise.
Nothing surprises me anymore in this club.
Brick is the President of the Dark Angel’s MC, a club I grew up in. My dad Bear because, well, he’s as big as one, is the current Enforcer, a role I am due to take over after I prospect in and learn the ropes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to the role, I will always have Leo’s back, especially when he takes over from his dad to run the place but I’m not looking forward to the prospecting phase.
A whole year of doing grunt work.
Cooking, cleaning, gate duty, bathroom duties, clearing up dead bodies…
I shiver as Brick smashes his foot into a table.
As I said, I’m not looking forward to the prospecting phase, but anyway, I’ve grown up in the club, so I’ve heard the stories.
Leo’s mama cheated with a prospect when he was four.
According to the brothers, Brick only ever had eyes for Anna and thought everything was peachy perfect until he walked into their room to see the prospect screwing her from behind. I also heard she was riding him while smirking at Brick along with her spread eagle as Brick, walked into the room.
That is the problem with the brothers, they get their stories mixed up. In their eyes, she cheated for no reason what so ever so Brick did one better and screwed a woman that works at the club's strip club, Dark Angel’s Girls, only he got her pregnant. She showed up here with a positive test a month later, expecting his patch.
He threw money at her to get rid of it, thinking that would make his problems go away, but it didn’t. Since then, Anna has done everything to get him to kick her out, knowing she can’t just leave but the brothers see it as her being a bitch.
She’s his old lady, a title reserved for brothers who view their women as forever, meaning they are not just married in the eyes of the law but also in the eyes of the club, and she receives allthe benefits that come with it, including substantial financial rewards.
The brothers believe she’s just a bitch and needs putting in her place as she walks around strutting the cut while I, well, I’ve seen her crying in the corner. I’ve heard her sobbing in her room when I’ve gone to find my dad.
Heck, I’ve even seen her throw her cut on the floor, something that is forbidden with our kind.
The cut is sacred, including the old ladies' property patches.
All is not what it seems with the woman, and deep down, I know she doesn’t want to stay, which is why she’s not getting involved right now. She doesn’t see it as her place any longer. Brick cheated to get one back at her and got the woman pregnant, yet if it was the other way round, and she got pregnant, hell would have been paid, and there are also rumors she no longer allows him to touch her despite it being nearly eight years, rumors I think are true. She shy’s away from him if he tries to wrap his arm around her waist.
“Leo, stand back, darling,” Anna says, still eyeing the situation while the clubwhores, who are supposed to be wearing day clothes but clearly have decided they are better than the rules with kids around, are in lingerie glaring at Anna, and I narrow my eyes at them.
Clubwhores are women who cook and clean alongside the prospects and keep the clubhouse in order. They get paid for it and have free boarding, but they are also patch chasers – women who want a brother's patch, especially Brick’s.
Several have tried to trap brothers with babies, Cherri succeeding, only not with a brother but with Randy, who works at Dark Angel’s motors on club property, believing he was a prospect, but as soon as she had found out, she popped the baby out and handed her over to him with legal papers so he gained full custody and has had nothing to do with her daughter.
No one even knows what the girl looks like.
Randy decided to homeschool her and keep her out of the brother's eyes.
Brick points at Anna and snaps, “I’m getting to know her. I don’t give a fucking shit what you say!”
Leo drops his head while I frown as Anna tilts her head and asks, “Get to know who, Brick?”
Brick’s jaw ticks at her using his road name, something I have only ever heard her call him, and he growls, “My fucking daughter,” and my jaw drops along with my pencil as everyone in the room gasps in shock as Anna drops her arms from over her chest and even from here I can see the betrayal, the pain.
Brick, completely ignoring her pain, states, “Melissa never had an abortion. I have an eight-year-old little girl meaning you,” he points at his old lady, “Need to keep your fucking mouth shut and stay away while I get to know her and maybe if you can prove you won’t harm her I’ll allow you near her but until then keep in your fucking lane,” he curls his lips at her and digs the knife in as he states, “Remember, she wouldn’t even have existed if you’d just kept your legs fucking closed instead of whoring yourself out!”
Anna flinches as he storms down the hallway towards his office while everyone looks at Anna.
Some brothers smirk, clearly believing she deserves this punishment, causing my jaw to tick while my mama looks at her with tears in her hazel eyes.
