Page 3 of Viper
“Viking,” she says, and Brick mutters, “Is no longer a brother,” tightening his arm around me as he guides me towards the door, and I mumble, “I don’t want to go to the club again…” as the hate in my mother's eyes haunts me.
“Mama?” I whisper as I tap a woman’s shoulder with red hair, my heart pounding.
Walking through the gates, I thought I was going to be sick. The man behind the booth was looking at me suspiciously when I told him Cherri was my mama, then walking into the big room full of men in leather vests. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared before in my life until I heard cackling from a group of women dressed in what looks like underwear.
The man with long blonde hair asked if I was lost when I was staring at the woman and I whispered Cherri was my mama and asked for him to point her out which he did but while his eyes roamed my body making me feel uncomfortable. Even now, I can feel his eyes on me.
She turns, raising a brow at me, her dark green eyes staring at me, eyes I apparently inherited.
“I think you’ve got the wrong person, darling,” she chuckles as she moves her red hair out of her face, and I swallow hard.
I reply, “My name is Lake Marshall.”
Every woman surrounding her tenses, some looking at me with pity while Cherri eyes me from head to toe. She takes in my dress making me feel even more uncomfortable than the tissue I have currently shoved between my legs.
She scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and says, “Didn’t Randy tell you, I don’t want you? You were a mistake, one I rectified when I gave that greasy mechanic full custody. So turn around and go back to where you came from, brat!”
I flinch at her harsh words, my heart tearing into pieces, and I stutter, “B-but I-I need your help,” and she cackles, “My help? Why should I help you when you didn’t come out as a patched brother’s kid? Fuck off before I drag you out by your hair!”
My body trembles and I swallow hard as the women surrounding her look at her in shock, but she ignores them and takes a step forward in her high heels. I quickly turn and rush out of the room, ignoring the curious gazes of everyone else.
“Lake!” I hear my dad and I look his way as he rushes over to me on the sidewalk, and my tears fall again as I sob, “I’m so sorry, Daddy!”
His eyes soften as he takes me from Brick’s embrace and holds me close, pressing his lips against my head, and I cry, “My tutor was wrong, Daddy.”
He pulls back and frowns as he cups my cheek before Mrs. Lopez mentions, “She’s started her time of the month, Randy,” and he sighs.
“That’s why you wanted to see Cherri?” he confirms, and I nod, causing him to pull me back into him, and my tears fall hard.
“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter what you need, you always come to me, you hear?” he whispers, “You didn’t need to be hurt by that woman.”
“But then I wouldn’t have known how nasty she is and how mean some of the brothers are,” I sniffle, and Daddy tenses before I hear Brick say, “It’s sorted, Randy. Viking ran his mouth, and now he is no longer a brother.”
I feel my daddy nod before Mrs. Lopez says, “Here Randy, these should be the size she needs, take note of what I got her, or if you want, when she needs more, just give me a call, alright?”
“Thank you, Anna,” Daddy replies while Brick asks with tension, “How on earth do you know what a ten-year-old girl would need? We only haveoneson.”
I feel Daddy tense while Mrs. Lopez is quiet for a moment before she snips, “I was a ten-year-old girl, Brick,” before she says softly, “Call me if you need me, Randy,” and I feel Daddy nod before a gentle hand lovingly strokes my hair.
“Come on, pumpkin, let's get you home,” Daddy whispers, and I nod, but don’t move from his embrace as he guides me towards his pickup truck, and I sniffle.
I’ll never ignore Daddy’s words again, and I’ll never trust a club member that is not Mrs. Lopez or Brick because the men in that club, the women, they’re mean, cruel, and dangerous.
All I need is my daddy.
Viper – Age Twelve
I grunt as I duck from Cain's right hook, spinning myself out of his way before bringing my right fist around, hitting his jaw from the side, making him tumble back in surprise.
Leo and Jax laugh, and I grin, wiping the sweat with my arm on my forehead, breathing heavy while Cain, one of my best friends, rolls his eyes. His eyes always have a haunted look about them… I guess having parents that have an open house for smack heads who love kids would do that to a person.
It’s how we bonded in school and became close – shitty parents.
His parents loved drugs more than him and so did my mother, Angie, who OD’d two days after giving birth to me.
You see, Angie was a clubwhore who worked at the clubhouse but also liked to screw the brothers, hoping to get their patch. My dad, Eagle, the current Sergeant-at-Arms, slept with her unprotected when he was drunk one night. Apparently, he had a girlfriend and cheated on her with Angie, which she recorded and sent to her hoping to break them up.
Only half of Angie’s plan worked, though. My dad’s girlfriend left him and is now married in Europe with two kids. While my dad, he got stuck with me. Though you wouldn’t think he was stuck, the man is amazing and always puts me first, including before the club, where he’s devoted his life. Heck, when I couldn’t control my anger as I got bigger, getting in trouble a lotwith school, he got me into fighting, which is where I am now, blowing off steam at a gym two miles from the clubhouse.
