Jalisa Chapter 7 #2
“We do not. That’s some sick shit. Just like we disagree with what they say Killer has done to his prior girlfriend and his baby momma,” Scooter jumped in to say. All the Fiends were frowning, muttering, and shaking their heads.
“We can agree with the goals and how sick it is. And yes, the Black Outlaws have been registering on many clubs’ radars.
We were one-percenters, and we did a bunch of illegal stuff, but we didn’t kidnap, sell, rape, or hurt the innocent.
War stayed between the men, not spilling over to their women, children, or family members outside the MC.
We want nothing to do with the clubs who do that,” Ryder informed them.
I could’ve told him the Fiends in this room didn’t do that.
“Damn right.”
“Same here.”
Those were a few utterances from the Fiends’ side of the table. I knew my dad and his club weren’t a bunch of angels. However, even if their club name implied it, they weren’t the worst devils out there.
“Good. So why don’t you tell us your idea? Then we can get to mine,” Wrath prompted.
The Fiends all turned their heads to stare at Psycho. Dad’s gaze met mine. I stiffened. Something told me I wasn’t going to like it. Wrath’s hand was still resting on mine. He rubbed his thumb lightly on it. His thumb barely moved, but it was enough to keep me in my seat.
“In order to stop Killer from sneaking around in the dark, as evidenced by what he did to Dylan’s apartment, we need him to come out in the open.
He’s not at their compound anymore. That was confirmed.
He’s staying out of sight, and a few Outlaws are with him.
We’ve been told Killer likes to pull blitz attacks and disappear.
He could keep this shit up forever. But we know he’s impatient to get his hands on Jalisa.
We need to give him a reason to show himself and his guys.
” Dad paused. Wrath’s thumb stopped moving, and his hand tightened on mine.
“I believe that the fastest and best way to get Killer to show himself and to protect Jalisa is to have her come out, so to speak. We believe the best way to do that is for her to become an old lady to one of the single members of the Fiends. There are several who are willing to claim her,” Dad said proudly.
I came to my feet, yelling across the table at Dad that he was crazy. I didn’t notice that Wrath had stood with me and yelled that it wasn’t happening. Dad was on his feet, shouting and pounding the table with his fist. It was so crazy that we couldn’t hear what the other was saying.
What shut us all up was Rage’s jumping up on the table and shouting, “SHUT UP!!”
Others had been trying to interject comments along with the three of us. All talk died away.
“Psycho, you posed your solution. It appears that your daughter objects. Wrath has something to add. Jalisa, why don’t you go next? Then, Wrath, you finish it. Only after that should others be commenting,” Rage said reasonably.
I was holding in my ire. There was no way I’d let a Fiend claim me. If I wanted that, I’d have done it before this. After receiving a nod from Rage, I faced my dad and the other Fiends.
“I want first to say that I love all of you. You’re my family. I know that you always have my back. And while it was nice of some of you to offer to claim me, I cannot accept.”
Dad opened his mouth, but Panther shook his head after touching his arm. Dad’s mouth clamped shut.
“You may be asking yourself why not. It’s simple. I see you as brothers and uncles. It wouldn’t feel right to be your old lady. I can’t be intimate with any of you. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. There has to be another solution.”
The thought of kissing or having sex with them made me nauseous. It wasn’t that they were ugly or disgusting. I spoke the truth. They were my uncles and brothers, not lovers.
“Is that all?” Rage asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay, Wrath, it’s your turn,” he said.
I was surprised that Rage was acting so calm, but then again, he’d been president for years before Wrath took over. He knew the role, and he had a lot of practice refereeing.
“I’d like to ask Jalisa a question before I tell you my solution.” He turned himself so we could look at each other.
“You said you can’t become an old lady to a Fiend because you see them as family. Is that the only reason? Or is it that you don’t want to be a biker’s old lady?”
I frowned at him. Why would he ask that?
“No, them being bikers doesn’t bother me.
I’m an MC princess. I love bikers and have nothing against being with a biker in general.
I’m attracted to men who are that type. And before you ask what type, I mean the leather, motorcycle-riding, blue-collar, tattooed, and dangerous-vibe kind. ”
Wrath smiled. I automatically returned it before he continued.
“Well, I can say that your dad and I seem to have similar thoughts. I agree that we have to bring Killer out in the open and have you protected, and you claimed by another biker would do it. He’s obsessed, Jalisa.
He won’t want you with another man, especially another biker. ”
I was taken aback by how he agreed with Dad. I thought he was opposed. I was about to open my mouth to reiterate my objections when he shocked me into silence.
“I asked you to speak privately with me moments before the Fiends came. The reason I did was that I wanted to ask you if you’d consider becoming a Pagan old lady. It does all the things that being claimed by a Fiend would and maybe more.”
This suggestion caused an outpouring of disbelief, some chuckles, and protests.
I stood there frozen. Here was the man I found more attractive and captivating than any I’d ever met, offering me the chance to be with one of his club brothers.
If he’d meant him, he would’ve said my old lady.
I was beyond devastated. Not only did he not find me desirable, but he was good with having one of his friends take me.
His offer of protection only went so far.
He wasn’t about to do the ultimate thing.
The noise was rising again. I heard my dad’s voice among them.
Wrath was staring at me. Tears smarted my eyes.
There was no way I’d cry and then have him know how humiliated and hurt I felt.
Choking down a sob, I whirled away from him.
I took off for the hallway. All I needed was to get to my room, and I could lock the door and cry in peace.
I’d formally refuse his offer when I was in control of myself.
Several people shouted my name, but I ignored them.
I ran so hard that I almost fell, but I caught myself on the wall and soon found my way to my room.
Relief filled me as I slammed the door shut and locked it.
Then, I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillow so no one could hear me crying and screaming.