Bred by the MC VP

“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.

She hit her head hard, crying out.

A little dazed from her fall, she tried to sit up. The coffee pot had smashed on the floor and as she pressed her hand for leverage, glass sliced into her palm, making her gasp. Tears filled her eyes. Even with her hand bloody, she wiped the spit from her face on the apron of her uniform. Her stomach revolted. This was way too much. She was humiliated, broken, and had never felt so alone.

The pain in her head made her dizzy. The entire scene was surreal and she wished it was all a nightmare.

She looked up to see that Hank had her sister and mother in cuffs. Grass crouched beside her. He touched her and it took every ounce of strength not to recoil. She wanted Dog. This was torture. Her mother and sister had done this.

Putting a hand to her stomach, she tried to turn away as she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

“Sable, I’m here,” Beth said.

“You and your kind have done enough. Don’t you see what you’ve done?” Grass’s voice was filled with contempt.

She wanted to speak up. To tell him to stop being a hypocritical bastard. No words came.

I’m alone.

“We need to get her to the hospital,” Grass said. He helped her up. She was a little unsteady. Her side hurt, as did her head. She pressed a hand to her forehead only to feel something sticky. “As far as I’m concerned, you and your kind are the bad seeds in this town. You need to leave before I make sure your disappearance is more permanent.”

“So, you’re Grass. I don’t think we’ve met,” Forge said.

Why was her head sticky?

Everything seemed a little wonky. People were moving. Were they supposed to move while standing still? She closed her eyes.

The pain in her side increased.

Her head.

Her side.

Her mom had actually spat on her.

This was too much. For all of her mother’s faults, she’d loved her. Right now, though, she was all alone. Worse than an orphan.

Opening her eyes, she tried to find Dog.

She wanted him.

Grass’s grip on her tightened and she whimpered.

She found Dog. He stood right next to Forge.

He didn’t look happy. The anger on his face.

Did he blame her?

This wasn’t fair. She hated this. All she wanted to do was close the distance between them and fall into his arms. He’d hold her so well.