38. Chapter Thirty Eight
I feel like the only reprieve I get for the next month is the measly eight hours sleep a night my body craves.
Training is ruthless. I knew it was going to be. I had mentally prepared for it. But physically? Not one bit. I have aches in places I didn’t know could ache. seem to spot a new bruise each time I get into the shower. Epsom salt baths have become my new best friend.
Sonny offered a relaxation massage which ended in him trying to use his dick as the device which I promptly told him to go fuck himself.
But I force myself through the trainings. Sparring with Rhodes, Dawson, Nicky and Jethro. The latter who has seemed to warm up to me, even if it is only slightly.
Memorising policies, procedures, accounts and a range of businesses that I’m slowly starting to understand.
And slowly becoming more and more confident in weapons .
Wyatt and Dacre have been the most patient teachers. It’s either that they aren’t willing to correct me or it's that they see the potential in me. The fact that it feels like a second nature to me now and that I only really need them when it comes to asking certain questions about calibres and when I can step up to the next size gives me that confidence that maybe it is just me getting that good.
What I didn’t expect was the hours after my training with the guys where Dad would pull me into his office and show me the daily operations and the organisation that goes into setting up the ground teams that go into the rings. Ensuring the running of our more legitimate businesses, something Rafe and Valen run the majority of. There’s also the not so legitimate businesses which Butch runs. Something Dad leaves entirely up to him, only checking in when he needs to. I nod my head taking note of each directive.
I find myself regularly rubbing my temples to relieve aches and popping an obscene amount of pain medication.
All of the club training sees me falling slightly behind in my school work but I can’t find the will to care. It currently feels like attending school is just all for show. Some kind of facade to put on for the civilians in Rydell so they don’t expect anything sinister is going on underneath it all.
I know they aren’t that stupid though.
Just by the looks some of the kids at school give me know where I stand versus where they do. They give us a kind of respect in the hallways. Never ones to start any drama.
No, the dramatics are saved for Coco and her bandwagon of club whores; a name I despised at first but at this point, I couldn’t care less .
It's clear that she’s pissed off that Dawson has pushed her to the side.
If I had a dollar for every time she has called me a greedy slut these past weeks, I’d be able to buy myself a new bike.
I don’t let her words affect me. Instead, I let them roll off me like the utter bullshit it is. There’s no point in letting her piss me off. I’ve got enough to worry about than some desperate groupie trying to fuck with my head.
Dawson and I know where we stand. While he has faded to the back a little bit, still unsure with everything, he’s no longer hurling insults or telling me to leave.
Instead, I savour the moments he graces me with little smirks of his. Slight touches during sparring sessions that leave me hot and heavy when he finally calls time.
But not once has he acted on any of the touches.
He’s not oblivious to the way he affects me either.
But he seems insistent on teasing me. So, I have been feeding it right back to him. Scrunch bum bike shorts and crop top bras have been my best friend during our training sessions.
Wyatt gave me a confused look when he joined Dacre and I for our training session on Wednesday, but I just winked at him.
It seemed Dawson isn’t the only one not touching me at the moment.
Since Sonny’s wake up call and my heated kiss with Pike in the parking lot, it's been teasing but limited touches.
I’ve had to put my satisfyer on charge daily. I swear the poor thing is going to have to be replaced at this rate if one of those motherfuckers doesn’t hurry up and fuck me.
Pike messages me and reschedules our training session for Saturday so both him and Sonny can sit down and go through some documents with me.
I don’t mind though. Not only do I get reprieve for one day but I finally get to hear the guys play.
Memories of Dawson singing while we were on our way to the airport still ring in my ears and the anticipation at hearing them all together has me giddy.
“Girl, you need to slow down. Pinks’ isn’t going anywhere and you are giving me anxiety with how fast you are pressing that blender into your face. I don’t think your poor body could take any more of a beating.” Brandy looks at me horrified as I pull the sponge away from my face.
“Yeah, but her pussy still can,” Maxie mumbles. I choke on my own spit as Rippy, Jen, Maxie and Brandy all descend into laughter.
“Your poor kitty must be sore having to deal with those five boys,” Jen says.
I roll my eyes as I finish blending my foundation before adding some contour, “my kitty hasn’t had any beatings in over a week and she is hungry for some man meat. ”
I can’t help but laugh at her honesty, having come to love it as we have all gotten to know each other more.
But in all seriousness, these boys need to get their shit together. We all giggle as we finish our make-up, and throw compliments as we talk through outfits.
“You can never go wrong with a little black dress,” Brandy hands me a sequined number she brought over.
I hold it up and nod immediately, knowing it's exactly what I’m going to wear. Brandy, Jen and Rippy are already dressed, sitting on the bed waiting for both Maxie and I who have been having a wardrobe crisis. Maxie finally settled on a tight fitted white mini dress with cut outs at her ribs showing off her torso tattoos.
Maxie throws her bra off without a care in the world.
“Damn girl, you have your nipples pierced?” I say in surprise, seeing the bars glistening in the light.
She turns to me fully, popping out her chest slightly to show them off. “Yeah, we all got them done. Kind of like our own little initiation into Pinks’.” A cheeky smile is aimed my way and I can already tell the direction of her thoughts.
“It's time for you to join the club,” Rippy smiles, nudging Brandy who smiles and pulls a kit out of her bag.
I look at Brandy in horror, “Are you qualified to do that?”
She waves me off as she starts setting her supplies up, wiping down everything with an alcoholic wipe. A needle is pulled out of a plastic wrap.
“Come on babes, titties out and let Mumma get started,” Brandy says as Jen pulls out a seat for me.
“I swear if you disfigure my body Brandy, I will murder you. ”
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this heaps of times. I’ve got my certificate and everything,” she says as I'm forced to sit down in the chair. I look over at Maxie who has pulled her dress on and nods at me.
“She did mine and I can promise you, she’s a pro.”
I nod my head as I take my bra off, leaving me only in a small thong.
Brandy grabs an alcohol wipe and thoroughly cleans down my nipples. It feels weird having someone other than the boys touching me but with the threat of a needle, I can’t think of much else.
Once Brandy is done prepping me, she puts dots where she wants the piercing to go before using a clamp to hold my nipple in place. I curse as I grip the arms of the chair.
“You’ll be okay. Just take a deep breath and on the count of three I’ll do it.” Brandy reassures me as she kneels down. Her gloved hands grab my nipple as she lines up the needle with the dot she drew on me.
“Okay ready. One…”
“AH FUCK! You said ‘on three’, you bitch!” I yell at the pain in my nipple. I knew nipple piercings would hurt but I didn’t expect the tugging sensation. I don’t know what hurt more. The initial sting or that pulling feeling as the needle pushed through my flesh.
I feel another pulling sensation and I grit my teeth.
“There, all done. Time for the next one.”
“Yeah nah, that’s not happening,” I shake my head as I stand up, grabbing my dress and pulling it on. I lift the dress up over my tits and hiss at the sharp pain of the fabric against the fresh piercing.
“Fucking hell,” I grit my teeth as I slowly fix my dress to my body. Cursing myself for now being resigned to wear something so tight.
“Aw toughen up, Australia.” Rippy slaps my shoulder, “You are one of us now. Officially one of Pinks’ Ladies. ”
I can’t help but grin as the girls cheer around me, hooting and celebrating, helping me to feel just that little bit more at home.
Pinks’ is almost shoulder to shoulder when we walk in. It seems to be the hang out place for the entire club even though the clubhouse has a pretty decent bar. Rippy leads us through the crowd before getting frustrated and pulling me to the front.
“Make way for the baby Pres!” she yells at the top of her voice. It seems to do the trick though as the crowd makes way enough for us to find Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro.
The three of them are sitting at one of the couches surrounding the main stage where one of the girls is currently spinning on the pole.
I pull out a fifty from in between my tits, being careful of my new piercing. I walk up to the stage, waving the note at her. She gracefully slides down the pole before crawling to me. Her bra is already off so I slide my hands down her naked body, tucking the note into the garter around her thigh. She kisses me on the lips making me chuckle.
“Thanks, Scar baby.”
“No worries at all, Pix. You look incredible up there.”
I met Pix during one of the many late-night rehearsals leading up to my initiation a few weeks ago. If it wasn’t for her, I would have looked like a complete novice on the pole.
I hear a grunt and turn to see my five guys staring at Pix and I. Backing away from the stage slowly, I give them a little wave before walking over to the couch where the girls are already sitting with my brother.
Wyatts eyes brighten when he sees me, “Fucking hell, Scar. You look incredible.”
“Thanks baby,” I giggle, kissing his cheek. I squeal as Wyatt pulls me into his lap, turning to look at him as he gives me a kiss on the shoulder. I turn my head, giving a small quirk of my brow at his boldness. His eyes flick to the right and as discreetly as I can, I follow their direction.
A girl I didn’t see on my way over is currently grinding on my brother in the middle of the club. I turn up my nose at the sight.
“Yuck, Rhodes.” I yell over the music, kicking his leg to get my attention. He pauses his make out session to look over at me. “It's family night, get her the fuck out.”
Rhodes turns to the girl who is now frowning at me.
“You heard her, off you go,” he says, pushing the girl off his lap.
“Fucking whore,” the girl mutters as she turns her back. I stiffen instantly, pulling myself off Wyatt’s lap and grabbing the girl's shoulder and spinning her around.
“I suggest you watch who the fuck you are talking to, pet. You wouldn’t want to piss off the wrong whore in this club,” I sneer, keeping my voice low as I get right in her face.
She rolls her eyes, seemingly oblivious to the danger staring her down. “You already have Wyatt. There’s no need to be greedy and demand Rhodes to.”
I gag, “Yuck cunt. Rhodes is my brother you toad.”
Her face drops completely as the dots start connecting in her mind.
“Scarlett, I… I… I didn’t… I…” she stutters and I shake my head.
“Be a good little groupie and go fetch us a round of drinks will you,” I say in the sweetest voice I can muster.
She immediately turns tail and pushes her way towards the bar.
I turn back just as the entire group erupts into laughter.
“Holy shit, did you see her face?” Jen laughs, smacking her leg.
“Now that’s more like it, Australia,” Rippy says, holding up her hand for me to high five. I do so, chuckling.
“She just needed to be taught a lesson,” I shrug as I sit back down in Wyatt’s lap who is still laughing.
“I knew there was a bad bitch down inside of you. Just didn’t know it took a nipple piercing to bring her out of her cage,” Maxie chuckles as she grabs a drink off the table and throws it back.
Rhodes looks at me in shock, “Don’t tell me you did,” he pleads. I wince in response, and he shakes his head.
“I think I need to go bleach my fucking brain. That and five fucking tequila shots.”
He says, launching up out of his seat, Jethro following close behind.
It doesn’t take long before the lights darken and hoots and hollers of the crowd deafen us. The strum of the guitar sounds out over the speakers and the girls scream as the stage lights up. My mouth drops as I take in my guys.
Dawson stands front and centre holding a microphone and its stand, a small smile on his lips as he looks out over the crowd.
Pike, Nicky and Sonny all stand behind Dawson holding their respective guitars.
My eyes find Dacre and I bite my lip. Sitting behind his drum set, his eyes are already on me. His shirt has its sleeves completely cut off, showing off his muscles as they tense getting ready for the song to start. Sonny walks behind a piano and the intro music of Heathens by Twenty One Pilots sounds out over the speakers.
I smile as I stand up, grabbing Wyatt and Brandy’s hand and lead us straight to the dance floor.
I spend the entire song dancing and singing along to the lyrics, laughing at the ridiculous dance moves we pull out.
This song couldn’t be any more appropriate for us.
I feel free as I jump around with my new friends. Once the song fades out, we yell and cheer for the boys.
One song fades into the other as Brandy, Maxie, Jen, Wyatt and I make the dance floor ours. We spin around, jumping, screaming the lyrics of the songs at each other.
I can’t hold my laughter in as Wyatt pulls out an air guitar during one of the guitar solos. He does quite an impressive impersonation I must say.
We clap as the song ends before turning towards the stage.
“I hope you don’t mind if we get a little bit hot in here with this next one,” Dawson says into the microphone, making all the girls scream. My core clenches at the innuendo in his voice as he looks right at me .
Nicky steps up to the front of the stage, plucking the strings of the guitar. It takes me a moment to catch onto what song they are going to play but when I do, I smile before backing up into a hard body. I already know it's Wyatt just by the feel of his hands.
“She said “He’s so sweet, I wanna lick the wrapper.” Dawson sings low into the microphone.
I grind back into Wyatt’s body, running my hands up my body.
We jump around during the chorus but slow it down during the verses, grinding our bodies together. Wyatt grips my waist tight, bringing his face close to mine.
“Those boys are going to fucking murder me.”
I turn my back on Wyatt, still moving my body as I look up at each of the boys. Dawson looks ready to storm off the stage, rage fuelling his body. Pike, Nicky and Sonny are standing stock still watching me as they play but it's impossible for them to hide the heat that escapes through the rage. I chuckle to myself as the song starts to fade.
“Won’t you get on your knees?” Dawson whispers into the microphone. I hold his eye, winking at the exact moment he sings the last word.
He stiffens as his eyes heat.
The entire club cheers and claps as their set ends. I turn whispering to the girls that I need to pee. They nod their heads as they head back to the couch. I grab Wyatt before he leaves, kissing his cheek.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.
He chuckles, “You better visit my grave site every day. I expect fresh flowers.”