Page 4 of Anarchy
Chapter One
Mikey
My eyes shift left and right as every inch of my body is on high alert. The club was hit so hard the other night, and all of us are basically waiting for the other shoe to drop. The fact that the only person we lost in all that gunfire was Izzy is a miracle.
Everyone is at the funeral but being the prospect, I had to stay on gate duty. As much as I hate the bullshit work, it will all be worth it when Pres gives me my cut and I become a brother.
I came to the club about six months ago. I had always seen them around town, and I've honestly looked up to them since I was in high school. Some assholes from school had jumped me, and as much as I can fight, I couldn't win when it was five against one.
Fists fly from every direction as I curl into a ball doing the only thing I can to protect myself. A few of the assholes kick me, and my ribs cry out in pain. If these fuckers fought me one on one, they'd never have a chance.
A loud rumble sounds and the attack stops. I look up to see one of the MC brothers straddling his bike. He climbs off and takes a few steps toward us. Leaning down some he offers me his hand, and I take it and stand trying to hold in the sounds of pain.
“You pussies think it’s cool to gang up on people?” His voice is even and emotionless, which makes it even more terrifying than if he were yelling.
None of them say a word.
"Next time you even think of jumping someone just remember this. I will outnumber you every fucking day of the week, and I can do more damage with one fist than all ten of yours combined. Now get the fuck out of here."
They mumble a bunch of ‘yes, sirs’ before they almost run away.
He turns to me, and I see that his patch says President, holy shit.
“You ever have trouble like that again, look me up.” He pats me on the shoulder.
"Thank you," I say still dumbfounded that he actually stopped to help, most people just walk by and pretend shit like this doesn't happen.
“No problem, come look us up in a few years.” He gives me a nod before climbing on his bike and driving away.
The sound of an approaching car pulls me from my memory. A beat up old pick up is coming down the street, and I immediately go on high alert.
I can see a man driving, and it looks like there is someone in the passenger seat. The truck stops in front of the gate, and the passenger door opens.
"Thank you," a soft voice utters, and it almost sounds like a damn song. A girl climbs out long blond hair flowing out from underneath a baseball hat. Turning toward me the girl looks nervous, she also looks way too young to be walking up to our gate.
Before she can say anything, the truck pulls away.
Her bright blue eyes look up at me, and I can see the fear and nervousness in them. "Hi, I'm—um I'm looking for Lucy."
Confusion hits me. Who is this girl? Why is she looking for Whip's old lady? "Club is out right now, and we're on lockdown which means no visitors."
Her eyes well with tears and a sharp pain hits my chest. What the hell? Why is this girl affecting me like this? I don’t even know her.
“Please, she’s my aunt. I really need to see her. I’ve been trying to get here for almost three days at this point. I walked the whole way except for the ride I got for the last hour.” Her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip as she looks away from me and at the clubhouse.
Lucy is her Aunt? “How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” she says looking back at me.
Shit, I can't turn her away like this. "Fine, you can come in, but you need to wait by the gate with me. No one else is here, and I need to keep watch." I pull the gate open a bit, and she basically runs in.
"Thank you so much!" her arms wrap around my neck, and the smell of vanilla fills my senses.
Pulling away from me she moves to stand where I was before. I walk over to the wall and grab one of the folding chairs bringing it over for her, “why don’t you have a seat?”
“Thank you, I’m Emma by the way.” She sits down and nervously looks around.
“I’m Mikey, everything okay?”
