Page 5 of Sexy Beginnings
“This here is Lucy. She’s in a bit of a situation. She’s gonna share and we’re gonna vote. It’s all or nothing.” They all nod at him and then their eyes land on me. As I look at the men sitting around the table their faces are all unreadable, stoic. I notice the one man from earlier but he shows no favoritism toward me. I cradle my throbbing wrist and train my eyes on the floor. I can’t look at them as I once again recount my weakness. I have no way to take care of myself, I need these men.
Throughout the telling of my story, I hear murmuring and sounds of disgust. “Ok girl, go wait with the Prospect while we vote”
I nod, but before turning to leave, I lift my eyes to look at them. Stone cold faces stare back at me and there is no way I can read what is on their minds. I walk out of the room and see four guys standing around talking. The one who helped me earlier hands me a bottle of water.
“Thought you might need this. You can have a seat if you want.”
I thank him before moving over to sit on one of the leather couches. Uncertainty runs through me as I digest where I am and what could become of my life. While this place holds unknown, leaving here holds nothing for me. My family will find me in no time, and once they do, I’m as good as dead.
Please let them vote yes.
It feels like an eternity as I sit and wait to hear my fate. When the door opens, my eyes shoot up. The men start to exit the room, their faces still unreadable. I’m called back in by their president and on shaky legs I move into the room once more.
“The club voted yes. You can stay.” My face breaks out in a wide smile. “It ain’t gonna be easy on you though. Until you are eighteen, you are not allowed to leave this clubhouse without permission from me, is that understood? I can’t chance someone seein’ ya and your disappearance gettin’ pinned on us.” I nod. “You will have a room here and will be expected to clean and cook for the brothers. I ain’t gonna lie to you. Things get wild here, you’ll have to get used to that. I told the brothers no one has to feel as if they need to act any different with you here. I will assign you a prospect and he will be watching you. Those are all the important points. Do you agree to everything?”
“Yes.” I can’t help myself and I thrust myself toward him wrapping my arms around his neck. Quickly pulling back and wincing from the sharp pain in my wrist. “Thank you so much. Mr. uh-President.”
He peels my arms off him and I catch a glimpse of a smile before it disappears. “Name’s Shooter. One tip for ya, most of us ain’t huggers.” He winks at me before calling for someone, “Tracie!”
A woman walks in, she must be in her twenties. Her hair is long and blonde and she is gorgeous. She has on a t-shirt with the symbol on everyone else’s jackets. “What’s up, Pres? I just got here and Twisted told me to come see you.”
“This here is Lucy. She is under club protection. I need you to get a room set up for her.” He turns away from her and starts to sort through papers on the table behind him. “Oh and Tracie? Call Doc, she needs to be seen.”
She nods and I follow her out of the door.
We walk down a long hallway and stop at the very last room. Tracie turns to me popping her gum. “This is the farthest room away from the crazy. Lookin’ at ya I figure you might need an escape. Welcome home, Mary.”
She turns to leave. “Thanks, my name is actually Lucy.” I smile at her.
“I know that, there’s some clothes in that closet. Bathroom is across the hall. Get cleaned up and dressed. I’ll call the Doc, Mary.” She winks at me and smiles before walking away and closing the door.
Why is she calling me Mary? The only Mary I know is—oh.
Virgin Mary, nice.
