Chapter Twelve
Brynn
KNOWING KINGSTON WAS heading to talk to my family about what’s been going on with me has me more nervous and scared than anything with this fucking stalker.
I’ve kept it from everyone I love because I know they’ll lose their shit and destroy everything in their path to get to the person behind this.
Especially my dad.
While he might not show his emotions very often, I do know my dad loves me.
No matter what’s gone on over the years or how I’ve felt about things, he’s always been there when I’ve gone to him about something bothering me.
Most of the time it was something insignificant, but there were a few times I bawled my eyes out to him over something and he held me until I felt better and then gave me the best advice he could given the circumstances of whatever I was going through at the time.
There is nothing my dad, uncle, grandpa, and the rest of the members in the club wouldn’t do for me.
I should really apologize to everyone because they have been there for me growing up.
I’m sitting on Kingston’s bed when a knock sounds on the door.
“Come in,”
I call out, not sure who’d be coming to Kingston’s room.
When the door opens, Hope pops her head inside and gives me a smile.
She enters her cousin’s room and closes it behind her.
“How are you doing?”
she asks me, her voice full of hesitation because neither one of us know the other and she doesn’t know what’s going on with me.
“I’ve been better.
Kingston says he’s gonna take care of my situation, but I don’t want him to be dragged into this,”
I tell her honestly as she sits down next to me.
“What’s going on, Brynn?”
she questions me, her face full of concern.
“I have a stalker.
He’s been leaving notes, pictures, and other stuff on my porch since shortly after I moved here.
It’s been getting worse and now there are pictures of Kingston included.
The last note I got with those photos was the most threatening I’ve ever received up to this point.
And Kingston’s face was scratched out and there were holes in the picture by where his heart is,”
I tell Hope honestly, not sure why I’m divulging this information so easily.
“Shit,”
she breathes out, her voice a whisper.
“That’s a lot to keep to yourself.
Does your family know?”
“No.
Um, Kingston is the only one who knows this, so please keep it to yourself,”
I say, looking at Hope as she eagerly nods in response.
“Blood is my grandpa.
Scathe is my dad and Ace is my uncle.
They’re members of King’s Vengeance MC.
Well, Blood is the President and one of the men who started the club.
I grew up there.”
“Holy shit! They were on the run for Kington after his crash.
That’s a scary fucking club.
I can see why you didn’t tell them.
It’s hard to tell family about something this bad if they don’t belong to a club.
Knowing your family is not only in a club, but they’re as notorious as Blood, I can’t even imagine telling them something like this,”
Hope says, turning to look at me better.
“My dad is Killer.
I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of him, but he’s almost as notorious as your grandpa is.”
“I haven’t heard of him at all.
It doesn’t mean anything though.
If your club is anything like my grandpa’s, girls are kept out of everything.
I don’t know anything my male family members do at any given time.
All I know is they go on runs and sometimes have to go to war when a rival takes things too far,”
I state, my voice barely above a whisper because you never know who’s listening in on private conversations.
“It’s the same with my dad’s club.
The only thing I know is that he’s an officer of the club and I’m related to Kingston because my mom is his mom’s sister.
My uncle is Fox and that’s where Kingston got his talent from.
I’ll let him tell you about that though.
So, can I get you something to eat or drink? Maybe you want to come hang out in the common room for a little while?”
Hope asks me her voice hesitant as she looks around her cousin’s room.
“Will it be okay if I go to the common room? I know Kingston knows who I am and I’m pretty sure Jinx does.
Vault was given the bare minimum details.
I wasn’t really paying attention when they were talking because my mind keeps spiraling down paths I’d rather not think about.
While I know the basic rules of being in a clubhouse, each club has their own set of rules to abide by,”
I ask Hope as she stands from the bed.
“I don’t think it will be a problem.
Vault will say something if he doesn’t want you out of Kingston’s room.
He’s not very subtle about things and you know where you stand with him immediately,”
Hope assures me as I stand next to her and we leave the room.
“I can’t lock Kingston’s door.
I don’t have a key to get back in.
Is that going to be okay?”
“It will be fine.
No one comes in his room for any reason.
I can tell you now the Phantoms don’t even come in here.
They call the club girls Phantoms here, just so you know.
Kingston is very particular about who he fucks and none of the women here have been with him,”
Hope tells me, letting me in her cousin’s life a little bit more than he has so far.
I follow Hope out of Kingston’s room and down the hallway toward the stairs.
Looking down over them, I see the common room full of people.
There’s a table of women sitting off to the side and I have a feeling that’s where Hope is gonna lead me.
The one thing I do know is that ol’ ladies tend to stick together and they have their own sort of club.
While they will always support their men and everything they do, they do their own thing and are the backbone of the club.
All the runs, cookouts, parties, and so much more are planned by the ol’ ladies.
I’m right.
Hope leads me to the table of women, but I can feel eyes on me from everyone else in the common room.
“I’m only gonna do this once.
After the introduction, it’s up to each of you to meet Brynn on your own,”
Hope announces to the room and I turn my attention to the Phantoms.
They’re all giving me an evil glare and I get it.
“Brynn, this is Savannah, Annabell, Alana, and Genesis.
Everyone but Alana is an ol’ lady.
Alana is Cage, Skyler, and Joker’s daughter.
They’re members of the mother chapter of the Wild Kings and she’s visiting right now.
The Wild Kings and Phantom Bastards clubs are tied by blood.
Everyone else in the room is a member or Prospect.
You don’t need to worry about the Phantoms.
You either deal with a situation with them yourself or you get one of us. Though I would like to introduce you to Vault. Brynn, this is Vault, the President of the club.”
I turn to face the man standing behind Annabell.
He gives me a nod and I know that’s all I’m gonna get.
Vault reminds me so much of my dad and uncle and he’s probably half their age.
“Thank you for letting me stay here while Kingston’s gone,”
I say, knowing I have to show respect to the President of the club while I’m in his clubhouse.
“Don’t gotta thank me for anythin’,”
Vault says, a small smile on his face.
“Not gonna let you leave here on your own knowin’ who your family is.
I happen to like my face and certain body parts exactly where they are and won’t risk them bein’ taken from me if you even get a papercut while you’re here.
And I know my words would be the light end of any punishment they want to dole out.
You’re more than welcome here, Brynn.”
Hope gives me a small smile before pulling out a chair for me to sit in.
I drop down next to Alana and smile at her.
“So, why does she get to be in Kingston’s room when no one’s allowed in there?”
one of the Phantoms asks as I look over to where they’re sitting on the couch.
“Morgan, that’s none of your business.
We give you a little more respect because you’re more of a house mouse than a Phantom.
Don’t think we don’t know about the obsession you have with King.
Everyone here knows.
He won’t ever be yours.
Brynn is his guest and you’ll be respectful of her while she’s here.
Because even if King doesn’t do anythin’ about you talkin’ shit to her, her family will.
They’re a club you do not want to fuck with,”
Vault states, his voice hard and cold as he turns to glare at the woman who spoke up.
“King doesn’t allow anyone in his room and everyone here knows that.
Brynn and Hope are the only two who will enter.
If I hear of anyone else bein’ in there, you’ll be out bad and I won’t think twice about that shit.
We’ve had more than our fair share of trouble from you women and I’m fuckin’ over it.
The only reason any of you are still here is because of the single guys.
If it were up to me, you’d all be out.”
“I second that shit,”
another man speaks up as everyone turns to face him.
“Brynn, it’s nice to meet you.
I’m Ghost.
If anyone here gives you a problem, you let me know.
Know a few members of your family.
No one here even told me who you belong to and I know.
Respect your grandpa and have met him once or twice over the years.
He’s a good man but won’t take kindly to anyone hurtin’ you.
Your mom is a badass too.
So is your aunt. They’ll put any of these women in their place without hesitation.”
“Thank you.
I take after my dad, but my family has taught me all I need to know about defending myself.
Been shooting since I was five years old.
I’ve taken all kinds of self-defense and other training so I know how to fight.
Not by pulling hair and scratching, but actual fighting.
I have no problem defending myself as long as I don’t get in trouble and it doesn’t come back on Kingston,”
I speak up, staring directly at Morgan as she continues to glare at me.
“I’ve dealt with club whores and a house mouse more than a lot of the women sitting at this table with me.
The ones I grew up around would put all of you to shame.
I suggest you stick to yourself and leave me alone.”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah!”
Vault speaks up, clapping his hands together while laughing.
“You have to put hands on one of these bitches, I’m not gonna say a fuckin’ word.
No one here will.
King won’t suffer any blowback either, Brynn.”
I nod at him as he leans down to kiss Annabell on the top of her head before heading back to a table with three men.
A Prospect races over to give him an unopened beer before disappearing behind the bar once more.
I watch as Vault glares in Morgan’s direction.
It takes her several minutes to realize he’s staring at her before she jumps off the couch and races behind the bar with the Prospect.
I’m gonna have problems with her for sure.
She’s made up some kind of relationship with Kingston in her mind and that’s all she cares about.
I’m standing in her way and she’s gonna test her luck with me.
Game on, Bitch!
I ’m sitting in the kitchen with the rest of the ol’ ladies as we cook dinner for the club.
I’ve been trying to help, but the women have everything down to a science and do their own thing to make the meal come together.
When I see someone needing help, I step in to help them as they share stories of Kingston over the years.
Well, everyone but Genesis does.
She hasn’t known Kingston as long as the rest of the girls here with me.
I can’t help but laugh as they tell me about him growing up.
Kingston was a little shit and I already know any kids he has are gonna be little terrors.
“So, I don’t wanna know what club you grew up in.
But, how was it to grow up in one?”
Genesis asks me, curiosity filling her eyes.
“I’ve heard the stories from these girls, but you weren’t with a club any of us know as far as I understand.”
“I mean, I didn’t see it as any different than growing up with any other family in the world.
The shit bullies would say to me tended to center around being a biker whore.
That’s fucking disgusting considering those men are my blood family and the rest I grew up feeling as if they were my uncles.
I was an ‘oops’ baby and a lot younger than everyone else in the club so I tended to stick to myself.
I made it work even if I felt lonely more often than not.
I see a different side of the men in my life than anyone else does.
They aren’t assholes to me like they are to the rest of the world,”
I answer her honestly as I look around at the rest of the women in here with me.
“I get it.
My dad is a fucking asshole to everyone but my mom, sister, and me.
He even thinks you’re looking wrong at someone he loves and you’re gonna have the shit beat out of you.
He doesn’t ask questions before doling out his punishment either.
It used to embarrass the hell out of me, but I’ve learned to accept that’s who my dad is and I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world,”
Hope says, a serene smile on her face as she thinks of her dad.
“I get that completely.
My male family members are horrible.
I think the worst is probably my dad though my grandpa has been known to cause some terrible chaos when one of his girls has had something happen to them.
You should’ve seen them when I first started riding a sport bike.
They wanted to wrap me up in bubble wrap and never let me leave home.
It was funny as hell, but I got through it and made sure they know I was gonna ride whether they liked it or not,”
I state, laughter filling my voice as I remember the times my grandpa tried to take my keys and hide them from me because he was scared of me getting in an accident or riding too fast and crashing.
“I wish I had someone like that in my life.
I do now, but when I was growing up, I was in foster care,”
Genesis says, a sad smile on her face as she remembers those years.
“Well, isn’t this cozy? The ol’ ladies taking in a common slut and making nice with her,”
Morgan says walking in the kitchen with a smug smile on her face.
“You really don’t know how to listen, do you Morgan?”
Hope asks her as I step up closer to the woman I know wants to test me.
“Bring it, Morgan.
‘Cause as I look around the room, all the women in here with me are respected and two have biker blood filling their veins.
Three if you count me.
You wouldn’t last five seconds in my family’s MC.
The women there would eat you up and spit out your fucking bones without hesitation,”
I inform her, watching as her face pales slightly before she stands up straighter and looks me in the eye.
“At least I didn’t grow up riding biker cock pretending my mommy and daddy loved me when in reality no one in your family wants you,”
Morgan taunts, hitting a little too close to home.
“I’ve never ridden biker cock a day in my life.
Though, I know you can’t say the same.
You might be a house mouse now, but you started out as a club whore and nothing less than that.
I’m sure every man here who’s single has had a taste of you.
I can count on one hand and still have fingers left over from the number of men I’ve been with in my life.
Guessing you can’t say the same thing.
Anyway, are you truly so desperate that you have to come in here and try to drive a wedge between Kingston and me? You’ve been told no man here will ever make you an ol’ lady.
Do you have a golden pussy you believe will make Kingston suddenly decide to leave me alone while being with you? Cause I don’t see that happening.
You know nothing about that man whereas I know more than you ever will after seeing him four times,”
I inform her, my voice hard and cold as I glare at her and take in her skimpy clothing and horrendous dye job.
“Kingston will be mine, you slut! We’ve been together and no one knows because that’s how he wants to play things right now.
When he’s ready, he’ll introduce me as his ol’ lady and you’re not gonna take that from me,”
Morgan says, trying to play a new angle as Hope snorts before laughing hysterically.
“That’s a lie.
You have a horrible poker face, Morgan.
You can’t lie for shit and make it believable.
Kingston hasn’t fucked you and he certainly hasn’t made you any promises about being his ol’ lady.
Now, you can either turn and walk away right now or I can beat the fuck outta you for trying to start shit when you have no right to,”
I tell her, my voice going lethal as I look at her and judge the determination in her eyes before she lunges and tries to grab my hair.
“You’re a weak bitch if you think I’m gonna let you pull my hair.
Told you I don’t play that fucking game.”
I pull my arm back and land a punch straight to her nose.
She screams and tries to drop to the floor.
Knowing that’s gonna be her play, I lift my knee and slam her head off me before she actually hits the floor screaming and crying like a fucking crazy person.
“You bitch! How dare you put your hands on me.
When Kingston hears about this, he’s gonna be so mad at you,”
she still tries to claim any kind of relationship with him.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.
I’ll tell him myself as soon as he calls or messages me.
I’m not about to interrupt him when I know he’s busy.
Cause, I do have his phone number unlike you,”
I tell Morgan as a few guys run into the room to find out what’s going on.
“Just had to push your fuckin’ luck, didn’t ya, Morgan?”
one of the men questions her as he stands over her with a smirk on his face.
“You were told not to push her and now you’re payin’ the price.
None of us are gonna punish Brynn because you wanna be a fuckin’ disrespectful skank.
Brynn, I’m Valor.
Vault’s my brother.
I’m sorry you’re havin’ to deal with this shit.”
“It’s okay.
She doesn’t matter to me.
For now, I’ve shut her up and if I have to do this again, I will.
She doesn’t seem to be too smart if you ask me.
It’s only been a few hours since we all had this talk in the common room,”
I say, holding out my hand to shake Valor’s.
“Thought she was smarter than what she’s bein’ right now.
Never had a problem with her before now.
Like you were told, she’s obsessed with King and thinks no one knows.
We all did.
Now, you’ve taken out the trash.
I’m gonna get her out of here.
Morgan won’t be seeing you around again.
She’s gonna be put on a bus and sent out of Pine View.
She steps foot in the city again, I’ll personally make the call to your family,”
Valor assures me and I know it’s time to drop who he’s referring to.
“Yeah.
Make sure you talk to Blood and not my dad.
I think Blood would be a little more pissed off than my dad even though he’s my grandpa.
Not many choose to go against his club, but again, Morgan doesn’t seem to be the smartest person,”
I say as I watch Morgan’s face pale completely before she starts trembling on the floor at my feet.
I turn my back on her and take my seat once again as we ignore her and continue putting dinner together.
No one says anything about what I’ve said as I help put the finishing touches on the meal before we carry it out to the common room so everyone can eat.
Not one of the Phantoms look at me as I sit with Hope, Annabell, Vault, and their kids.
It’s a good night and I can’t wait for Kingston to get back because I want to curl up in his arms again and sleep.
I want him to sleep next to me and wake up next to him in the morning.
Forget waiting to forgive him—Kingston is mine for as long as this works between us and I plan on spending every single day getting to know him.