37. Chapter Thirty Seven
M onday seems to come quicker than it normally does. Due to the earlier change in the week my training sessions with Wyatt and Sonny were swapped.
What I didn’t expect was to be woken up on what I thought was going to be the day I finally got to sleep in. Yet, Sonny’s tongue had other ideas.
I can’t say it was the worst thing in the world being woken up to an earth-shattering orgasm. It certainly made our training session running through the clubs laws and policies much more tolerable.
It was also different seeing the club version of Sonny. It was like once he crawled out from under my blankets as I caught my breath, it was all business from then on out.
I sigh as I read the text from Rhodes reminding me that we have training again this afternoon. By the stupid emojis that follow, I know he’s not going to take it easy on me. A part of me appreciates it but the other half would gladly punch his annoying ass face in.
I walk in the kitchen to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“Morning,” I mumble as I fix myself a cup of coffee, needing the fix like the addict I am.
“Morning, how did you sleep?” Mum asks, taking a sip of her own coffee.
I groan, “Ugh, like shit. I feel like my brain is being filled with information and I can’t quite keep up.”
My father hops up from the table, placing his plate and mug in the sink, “I know this period is hard for you Scar, but we need to prepare you. Things are starting to ramp up around here and I want you prepared for what’s to come.”
I nod, understanding, “I know. I’m trying and I really am.”
He smiles, “The boys have all given me really good reports back from your training sessions.”
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“They’ve been reporting back to me about your progress. Don’t worry, there’s nothing sinister going on. I just want to keep tabs on your training. Make sure that the men I have organised to stand by your side are the right fit. I don’t want you taking over and not having the backing of people that are on your side.” He shakes his head as the president comes to the forefront for a moment, “I won’t throw you to the wolves.”
I smile up at him and nod, “Thanks, Dad.”
It feels strange to call him Dad but what else am I meant to call the man in front of me? Calling him Ren just seems wrong. Because no matter how I feel in regards to my situation, they made a choice that they thought was best for me at that moment. How can I condemn them for protecting me? Parents don’t always get everything right but at least they tried. From moment one, I have seen nothing but love from the man. These past weeks he has done nothing but try to atone for his mistakes, taking the load off Mum completely and allowing himself to take the blame. It’s admirable.
He calms down enough that he smiles in return, “It doesn’t feel real hearing you say that to me again.”
Mum interrupts us and I’m thankful as I feel tears start to well in my eyes, “Before we are all reduced to tears, your father and I have a little surprise for you.” She grabs my hand and drags me towards the garage.
“Your father and I didn’t want to have to make you rely on your brother or one of the other boys to get you around so we thought that this might suffice for now.”
My eyes widen as I stumble towards the bike sitting in the empty spot in the garage. A Yamaha YZ450F sits in all of its glory. My mouth drops as I run a hand over the fresh wrap.
“We got it completely blacked out for you. The blue stood out way too much but I think the silver detailing around the branding gives it that bit of hit it needed.”
I nod, vaguely listening to Dad as he talks about the bike.
“Do you like it?” Mum asks, a hopeful sound in her voice. A similar one to the one she had when she brought me my jeep.
“I fucking love it!” I squeal as I jump into my father’s arms. He lets me go and I rush over to Mum and engulf her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much!”
“We knew that you have had your eyes on a new bike for a long time. Those old bangers you used to have did the job but this one will really keep you on your toes.” Dad boasts and I can instantly see where I get my love for bikes from.
It is certainly hereditary.
Mum walks over, interrupting our discussion and trusts a black helmet into my hands.
“Don’t forget your helmet,” she smiles before handing me my bag I must have dropped in my excitement.
“Have a good day at school,” Dad says, grinning as I slide my helmet on and throw my leg over the bike.
“Please be safe on that thing,” Mum says, a worried look on her face, the same one she wears everytime I go for a ride. I give her a nod and a thumbs up. She doesn’t seem convinced, especially not as I start the bike, a small squeal escaping my lips as it roars to life. I kick up the stand and give a few revs of the bike before taking off down the driveway, barely slowing the bike for the front gates to open.
I gun it down the street, laughing to myself at the feeling of being on the back of a bike again. The only thing missing is sand under my tires and I would feel at home again.
Homesickness clenches my stomach. While I have been surprisingly happy here, there is never anywhere like home and Australia will always be that for me, home.
I pull into the school parking lot and immediately all eyes are on me. I smile beneath my helmet, pulling up next to the guy’s bikes. Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro are standing with my guys as well.
Rhodes walks over to me smiling as I pull off my helmet and set it on the handlebars.
“It's no Harley but it’ll do,” he laughs.
“Don’t go trying to throw a showdown, Rhodes. You don’t want to lose to your big sister do you?”
He shakes his head as I swing off my new bike, quickly fixing my skirt.
I turn, surprised as I see Dacre walking over from where he and the guys just pulled up on their bikes.
“Damn, Star. That bike is insane!”
I smile as he kneels down, checking it over and I can’t help but smile. Arms snake around my middle and I giggle as a chin rests on my shoulder.
“The rider is pretty insane too,” Pike whispers in my ear before kissing me on the cheek. “Morning, Princess.”
“Morning, Pike.” I turn my head before capturing his lips in my own. Before pulling away from him, my teeth lightly graze his lip, biting down for a moment before I let it go.
His eyes darken as he licks over the small drop of blood left behind, “Don’t throw down a challenge with me either, sweetheart. You know I don’t care where we are. I’ll have you bent over that bike with my cock jammed deep in your pussy before you know it.”
My thighs clench and my panties dampen. I bite my lip as I turn to Pike fully. “I don’t think I’d be opposed to that, not one bit.”
Pike groans, grabbing my ass in his hands.
“Yuck, get a fucking room you two,” Rhodes says, knocking Pike out of my hold who glares daggers at him. “I don’t feel like seeing my sister being mauled by one of her boyfriends this early in the morning.” He grunts as he turns to look at me .
“Please keep that in mind when you have one of your followers with their tongue down your throat,” I say, aiming him with a knowing smirk.
Jethro and Wyatt both laugh as Wyatt swings an arm around Rhodes’ neck, “She does have a point bro.”
Rhodes snorts, “Don’t deny it, you love it.”
I see the panic in Wyatt’s eyes as he turns to me, pleading with me.
“You are both disgusting,” I groan, banging my hip into my brothers.
I grunt as I nearly fall off my bike. I knew Rhodes was going to be a tough teacher but he really put me through my paces this afternoon.
I grip my aching calves as I hear laughter from behind me.
“Fuck you, Rhodes.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to take it easy on you.” He reminds me and I groan, feeling the bruises that are slowly starting to form on my body from his beat down.
“And I appreciate that but damn, you could have eased up a little bit.”
Rhodes comes up beside me, allowing me to throw and arm around his shoulder, helping me to limp my way inside.
“The enemy won’t go easy on you, Scar. I know I was brutal but you need to see how it will really be. They won’t care that you're female.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right.
“I know. I’ll be ready for it when the time comes,” I say as we get inside. I drop my arm from his shoulder and brace myself on the wall instead.
“You will be,” Rhodes says with a strange look on his face. It kind of looks like a mixture of worry and something else but in my beat up state, the thought of trying to examine emotions feels way too intense. A headache is already setting in and I don’t need to add to it by overthinking. A sport I am all too familiar with.
I push myself away from the wall, wincing as something in my hip twinges, “If you need me, I will be face down in a bath of epsom salts.”
Rhodes chuckles, “Please don’t drown. I kind of like having you on the right side of living.”
“Maybe next time don’t beat me to a pulp and I won’t be threatened with the grim reaper so soon,“ I snide, earning me a sullen look.
“Not funny, Scarlett,” Rhodes grunts and he turns, storming away to sulk. I chuckle at my joke, but wince as I take a step. What did I say about payback again?