Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series) (18 page)

Trixie

I’m sitting at the bar, waiting for all my carefully constructed chips to fall. I used to think this club was my home, my family, but now I know better. This club isn’t anything but pussies and bitches. I look forward to the day that every person who is a part of this club, or has any connections to this club, rot in fucking hell.

When I first started sleeping with Toby, it was just a good time. Then, even I can admit, it was a ploy to move up within the club. I really liked Toby and the way that man can fuck. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t hurting in the orgasm department with him.

But he was always so closed off; only came to me when he needed to let off steam or when he was drunker than usual. I thought I could wear him down, and for a little while, I thought I was well on my way to becoming his old lady, but then that
bitch
had to come into town and steal him away from me.

Things were bad enough when Dani got here and I wasn’t even fucking the guy she was pretty much with, though I’m not gonna lie, I did try a couple of times to get Blaze to fuck me with no luck.

I had been with the club for a couple of years when she showed up. Mack had taken an instant liking to her and adopted her right away. Then she became close with Louie and Toby, which at the time, wasn’t a big deal to me. I was too busy just trying to stay afloat. But when I realized that the real respect came by becoming an old lady, I took a look at my options. There were really only a few.

I knew right away that there was no way in hell I would get Louie locked down. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could secure Mack with him being the president. Toby seemed like a better option, so I put all my effort into seducing him.

I started out small; being there for him whenever he needed anything, even a cold beer. I still slept with some of the other brothers because, well, I’m a club whore. I didn’t really have a choice, but it’s not like it was all that bad. Most of the brothers are good to me.

Then that cunt showed up and fucked everything all to hell.

I did everything I could to keep Toby interested in me, but once he had her, he didn’t need a whore anymore.

After the showdown with Sara a couple months ago, I was even going to try and forget about Toby and find someone else to claim me. Of course I was pissed that years of work went to shit, but I wanted to be an old lady. I wanted the respect, the power it would bring. I was done being a club whore.

I fucked up one day when I was having a particularly bad day. I tried to steer Toby away from his bitch. To say I was threatened within an inch of my life is putting it very mildly. I was actually scared for the first time in years.

I was prepared to just pack up and leave, or just get used to my fate as a club whore for life, but then I got the break I had been looking for.

Sara’s ex had been looking for her, I knew, but never thought I would meet him myself and be given the chance for revenge against all these assholes and that stupid bitch, all in one go.

Rick came by the club I worked at on the side of Club Sin about a month ago, trying to find people to help him with his plan of showing that bitch once and for all who she belonged to and teach her a lesson for leaving him.

I overheard him talking to a guy that I had seen a time or two, but didn’t really know who he was. Deciding to introduce myself, I walked up to him and told him that I’d give him a free lap dance.

He was hesitant at first, but then when he got a look at all my goods, he agreed. When we got into a private room, I told him that I could get him close enough to Sara to take her, but I wanted something in return.

So we came up with the perfect plan, which will be taking place with everyone being none the wiser, and I have a little something up my sleeve that will help me tremendously, blowing them all out of the water. They almost made this too easy for me to pull off. With the help of Rick too, of course. I can’t fucking wait. Finally I’ll have all that should have been mine years ago.

Rick

Today is the day, I can feel it. I can practically
taste
it. Today is the day I make Sara regret ever fucking leaving me. She is going to pay for the trouble she has caused and for ruining what I’ve been working on for years. It should have never taken this long to begin with, but she was stronger than I originally thought when I spotted her all those years ago.

I had just moved to New York from Montana. I had been moving almost every few years, but it didn’t bother me. It was a necessity for what I needed.

I was planning on taking a break for a while once I got to New York. When I left Montana, there were a few suspicious authorities watching me, so it would probably be best if I laid low for a little bit, give everything time to cool down. But when I was at a bar after I finished unpacking my things into a shit apartment, I spotted her; Sara. She was sitting alone in a corner booth. I was instantly drawn to her, but I tried to stay away because I didn’t need any heat on me at the time.

I followed her home that night, telling myself that I was just curious, but I knew deep down she was going to be next. It may not be right away, but it would happen.

A couple of weeks later, I still couldn’t get her out of my mind, so I decided to have a little fun. I approached her that day on the street, asking her out for coffee. She of course agreed, not being able to refuse my charm.

It didn’t take me long to get her to become dependent on me, but I found I wanted more; I wanted to
own
her. I was no longer satisfied with my old schemes. I wanted to keep her a little longer, maybe even forever. There was just something about her. It was so much fun to have so much power over her. The way she would shrink back from me made me feel like I was a Master. The way it felt when my fist would connect with her flesh made me feel like I was her God. I didn’t want to give that up, not yet.

So I gave myself a timeline. I would give myself five years to have her as my plaything. After that, I would carry out my plan, but then the bitch left me. She actually fucking left me. I don’t know who the fuck she thought she was messing with, but if she thought I was just going to let her go, she was wrong;
dead wrong
.

It took me a while to find where she went, but once I had her location, I came for her. I didn’t expect her to have friends already, thinking the way I broke her down over the years would play in my favor. She had found a job, and with that, friends. A stupid friend who stood in my way of taking back what was mine.

After the run in at her work, I had to drop back for a while to consider my options and come up with a new plan. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought to get her back in my possession, but it just made the game more thrilling for me. Sure, I was irritated and pissed off, but in the long run, this is the most fun I’ve had with a mark in a long time. She’s making me work for it. I’ll make her pay for all that hard work, of course, but no one ever said there wasn’t thrill in a case.

I was able to recruit a guy that has a grudge against the club that’s protecting Sara. It was a lot harder than I thought possible to find willing participants to help me, but this guy actually came to me. He heard I was looking to move against the club and he wanted in. Of course, I’m not necessarily going against the club per se, but in his eyes, taking something or someone that the club feels belongs to them is enough of an act of war for him. Fine by me. He’ll be the one to deal with the aftermath, not me, so it works out perfectly.

Then when that bitch Trixie pulled me into a private room at the strip club I was meeting him at, it turned out that I had more luck than I thought. She would provide the perfect way to get inside the club and get my hands on Sara, but she wanted something in return. She wanted her own revenge, but that also worked out perfectly for me. I was definitely game for what she offered.

We worked out a plan and have been waiting for the perfect time to execute it. Turns out, that may be sooner than I thought possible.

My burner phone vibrates in my pants.

Trixie: They just arrived at the club.

I was so excited that this was really happening that I had to take a minute to calm myself before replying.

Me: Watch them. Wait until they are comfortable, then we’ll put the plan into motion. Keep me posted.

She doesn’t reply back, but I wasn’t expecting her to. Now I just have to wait until I get word that everything is in place.

Soon, I’ll have Sara back and be able to finish what I started when I first got to New York.

A couple of hours later, I finally got the text I’d been waiting months for.

Trixie: It’s time…

Toby

Today couldn’t have been better. There’s nothing like hanging out with all my brothers and my woman at the club. Beer, BBQ, and brownies. Perfect fucking day if you ask me.

When we first showed up at the clubhouse, I was a little worried about how the day would progress. I knew it was going to be more than just my brothers with Dani and Sara. Of course the club whores and a couple hang arounds would be there as well.

It’s funny that hardly any of the brothers have an old lady. There’s Blaze with Dani. Me with Sara. Lyle has a wife, but he barely brings her around the club. He likes to keep her separate from the club, which is fine. We still go over and visit with her a couple times a month. She knows who we are and has never had a problem with the club or that Lyle is a part of it, but since she’s a little older, like Lyle, they both just decided it’s how they wanted it. That’s really about it as far as permanent woman. It’s never really been a problem. Not that it is now, but I just never thought about it before. To each their own, I guess. If a brother wants to take on an old lady, that’s his business.

When I saw Trixie sitting at the bar when we pulled up, I stiffened, hoping she didn’t start anything. I really wanted today to be a fun and relaxing day for Sara and I. Well, for everyone, really. Surprisingly, she kept her distance, and when she was close by, she was actually either quiet or friendly. Maybe my threat worked better than I thought it would. It’s amazing how a few words can change things; for the good or bad. Thankfully, this time it was good for me.

Sara’s been laughing and smiling all day. Not once have I seen her look uncomfortable, sad, or upset. It’s so good to see her like this, unhindered by her past.

The past month has been kind of a struggle with us trying to adjust to having Ollie and her completely forgiving me for the way I acted that night I found her at the lookout, but I think we are finally on solid ground. The only thing that could make everything better is for us to find and take care of her ex, then things really would be perfect.

Mack walks up to me while I’m leaning against the back wall, just watching Sara interact with Dani and Louie. I’m actually surprised Louie has taken such a liking to Sara. “Looks good on ya,” Mack says once he takes the same position I have against the wall.

Knowing exactly what he’s talking about, I nod. “Yeah, feels good too.” Feels too fucking good sometimes that I worry it will all get ripped away from me.

“She’s a good girl. Fits in with everyone real nice too. Sometimes it’s hard to find a woman that can handle our kind of life, but when you do, she’s worth moving Heaven and Hell to keep her.” I couldn’t agree more. I would do
more
than just move Heaven and Hell, I’d tear them apart if that was what was keeping me from my girl.

After a couple minutes of silence, I see Lyle walk into the back of the clubhouse with a somber look on his face. Not liking that one bit, I head over to him with Mack hot on my heels.

Once I reach him, I ask, “Is there a problem?” I’m not sure what would be going on. If it was something at the club or that we needed to act on, he would have just called.

“No, I just don’t feel right leaving the club while that dickhead is still out there,” Lyle says. I’d laugh at the way his face is screwed up like he’s constipated, but since he’s genuinely worried, it’s not a laughing matter, but he deserves some down time too. “The prospects there, man. He’ll let us know if there’s any trouble, so don’t worry about it. Go get yourself a beer and relax. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow,” I say while I clasp my hand on his shoulder, hoping to relieve his worry a bit.

He hesitates for a couple of seconds, but then takes off towards the coolers we have set up by the picnic tables. Within five minutes, he seems to forget all his worry and is now laughing and talking with Dani, Louie, and Sara.

Needing to be close to her, I break away from where Mack and I were standing quietly and make my way over to them. “Hey, Doll, miss me?” I say into her ear. I feel her shudder and know that all it takes is my voice to turn her into a withering ball of need.

When she finally answers, it’s barely a whisper. “Always,” she breathes. I chuckle lightly at her response, but it’s only to hide an almost giddy response to her reply. Fuck, I love this woman.

“Good answer.”

We get caught up in good company and even better conversation. We talk about anything and nothing at all. Louie tells jokes, Dani gives smart-ass answers, Lyle laughs loudly, and Sara and I just stand quietly together, content with watching everyone else around us.

It’s hard to believe six months ago, I would have been brooding at the bar while everyone else was outside having a good time. I hated being around a lot of people, especially when they were all happy go lucky. It’s not that I wasn’t happy for them, because I was, it was just that I didn’t want to drag them all down with my cold attitude. I acted indifferent and distant, but really, I think I was just jealous and wishing I had what they had. Now I do and I couldn’t be happier.

“Foods up!” Blaze yells across the yard. He’s been manning the grill, cooking everything from brats and burgers, to steak and chicken.

Dani instantly takes off toward the grill, but I can hear her clearly when she says, “It’s about fucking time. I was about to wither away.” We all laugh after her. She’s definitely not shy about her need for food. She says it’s because of the baby, but we all know better. She’s never been one to turn away from a good meal. Shit, sometimes she could put away more food than one of the guys. She was the same way with her liquor, but at least now, she’s stuck only eating the men under the table, which is fine by me. It’s never fun having a small woman who’s able to drink more than you. I would know, she’s outdrank me a time or two.

We all give Dani free reign of getting her food first, no one wanting to deal with a hungry pregnant chick, before we all line up and gather our own.

Sara and I sit with Dani and Louie at one of the picnic tables, and before long, Blaze joins us. “Did you get enough food, Baby Girl?” Blaze jokes to Dani. She levels him with a glare, but Blaze just smirks and digs into his food.

“Damn, Sara! These brownies are the shit!” Louie says through a mouthful of brownies. Sara laughs and pats him on the back.

“Careful there, Tiger. Don’t want you to choke on it.” She’s been taking to calling each of us different pet names, if you will. She’s called me Bubba a few times. Louie is Tiger, Lyle is her Teddy Bear, Mack is Papa Bear, but Blaze is still Blaze. I asked her once why, and her reply was simple, “Because I can’t think of a name that fits him yet.”

When Louie is able to swallow his bite, he leans over and pulls Sara into his arms. “Marry me. Leave Toby and be with me. We can be happy together; you supply the brownies and I’ll supply the laughter. We’ll be the perfect couple. What do ya say?” I growl at him as Sara laughs.

“Sorry, Tiger, but I don’t think that would work.”

“And why the hell not?” Louie asks, looking sincerely upset over her answer.
The fuck?

“Well, it would be kind of hard for you to supply the laughs and enjoy my brownies if you were dead, wouldn’t it?” She’s dead serious, which has me laughing loudly. Damn, this woman is something else.

Louie finally laughs and nods his head. “Yeah, you’re right, but I expect brownies at least once a week at the shop. No arguments.” Once she’s able to settle down, she agrees.

“Anything you want. Just as long as you never suggest I leave Toby for you again.” I’ve been quiet through most of this weird conversation, but decide now is the time to speak up.

“She can bring you brownies once a month, and if you ever ask her to marry you again, or suggest she be with you instead of me, I fucking promise you won’t be able to walk for a few months. Got me?” I growl, but make sure they know I’m joking by smiling. Well, I’m mostly joking.