Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

“I get it. Another time.”

She nodded, took their order, and headed back to the main counter. That was when she noticed Forge, Dog, a couple of club members, her mother, and her sister all enter the diner.

Fuck me!

This couldn’t get any worse. Of course, it could. Once again, they sat in her section.

Heart racing, she finished serving up and realized she’d left the coffee jug at Grass and Hank’s table. All this stress was messing with her head.

If she pulled this off again in front of these men, she should be nominated for some kind of award. She never thought of herself as an actress, far from it.

“Pieces of shit, the lot of them,” Hank said.

“And you can’t even throw them out.” Grass tutted.

You’re worse than them. You hide your evil in a fancy suit but I see the real you.

“Your food won’t be long.”

“Don’t serve them,” Hank said, grabbing her arm.

It was the first time since the mall that he’d grabbed her roughly.

“I have to. It’s my job.”

“Don’t be jealous, Hank. Remember, she belongs to you now and she knows it.” There was an edge to his voice.

Holding the coffee pot for protection, she squared her shoulders and approached the MC. This was her family. Other than Forge, Beth, and Dog, everyone else looked at her like she was vermin.

I can do this. It’s for the good of the club.

Approaching the table, she started to pour out coffee.

“Hey,” Beth said.

Out of everyone at the table, Beth was the sweetest. She didn’t fit in with the club, or at least she hadn’t until Forge had taken her under his wing. Of course he’d claimed her as well. She was much more than a piece of ass to him.

“Hi,” she said. There was no way she could be mean to Beth. The woman didn’t deserve it.

“Don’t talk to that whore,” Honey said. “I always knew you were different. I just didn’t realize how much of a rat you were.”

Sable looked at her sister. Honey had always wanted to be club pussy. It had been a strange dream to have but since they were teenagers, Honey wanted to be owned by the club, not just one man. Out of the two of them, Honey saw their mother’s life as a dream come true. Sweetheart never had to worry about money or where the next meal came from. Being owned by the club came with a great deal of benefits.

“Don’t say that,” Beth said.

“I can say what I want.”

“She’s still your sister.”

This was another reason why she adored Beth. The woman always wanted to stick up for her. She had done the same for Beth when she was new to the club.

“She’s no sister of mine.”

“Nor any daughter. I wouldn’t have her near me now. She’s scum.”

Before Sable could react, her mother spat at her. It hit her cheek and for good measure, Honey shoved her hard.

The attack wasn’t expected and rather than catch herself, she crashed into the next table. The coffee pot she’d been holding spilled its contents over her. The table hit her side, but as they weren’t screwed to the floor, nothing was there to break her fall.