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Story: Creed's Vengeance
“Look around Holly!” He shouted. “Your old man, ya brother. They aren’t leading this. I am.” He added with just as sharpness. “This war, every call, is on me and my men. Not a Kincaid.”
Some people would back down. Some would not confront a raging biker. I was not one of those people.
“You think I’ll just sit back, cook you all lunch and dinners, while my niece and nephew is kidnapped! Is that it Creed? I’m good enough for your bed, but you’re locking me out of everything else!” I shouted at him, in front of every biker from the mother chapter and Taron’s chapter. “You’re a weak man.” I hissed. I was furious he would this, lock me out, of the life I had only ever been a part of.
“And your nothing but a president daughter I fucked to piss him off.”
I blinked.
He didn’t say that.
I clenched my eyes shut.
Then it was clubhouse door that opened, that broke the silence.
“Seems mighty quiet for a Saturday night,” I heard my brother’s voice.
I turned, as if I was seeing a ghost. He was badly bruised and he looked terrible.
“What going on?” Kobra asked. We should be asking him that. When did he get discharged?
“Creed was telling me, how he fucked me to piss off a dad.” I repeated what he said and looked back at him. “And I’m just about to tell him, that I’m pregnant. And it’s his.”
With those words. I walked away. Kobra was back. This would be answered with Kincaid blood. But in case Kobra didn’t. I was going to make sure it was.
With every lock of hair that fell to the ground. I felt myself growing into the woman that was forming out of need and desperation. Until my last breath, I would fight for my family. The scissors cut the ties of the woman I was, so I could be the woman now needed. The woman my family needed. The woman that could stand on her own. The woman that didn’t need a king.
I looked in the mirror and for the first time ever I saw myself with bleach grey wash blonde hair. Creed currently had me on lock down at the club. But his members, would be looking for me with raven hair. Not blonde, and as I cut the last length of hair and now, I had shoulder length hair.
I stepped out of Ivy’s adjoined bathroom. Her eyes went from the guns on the bed, to me. She looked slightly impressed I had cut it. She didn’t believe me when I said, I’d do anything to get out of this clubhouse.
I picked up the Glock from the bed and put it in the back of my waist bands. Gripping my leather vest, I shrugged it on. Zipping it up.
Kincaids are loyal. I thought as I walked out of the room.
Kincaids did not let others take from us. I thought as I walked down the stairs. The scene in front of me, expected. Bikers. Women. Smoke ring about them. I even saw Creed at one of the tables, playing poker. I knew deep down, he would be thinking how to make this even. But I wasn’t counting on the wrath of the club to make this right now.
Kincaids always got even. I thought as we walked out of the club door. Walking through the lot and up the garden path. I knew deep down, there was reasons for Creed’s reaction. But yet, I can’t get my head around them.
Looking at our family house, which is now just a house held of haunting memories. Ivy and I walked for the garage.
Kincaids created fear, we did not live in fear. I thought as I lifted up the roller door. My eyes on the covered up sports bikes. Gripping the sheet, I pulled it off the bikes.
We had already reported them stolen. For tonight, we did not want coming back on us. Still as I unscrewed the license plates, I remembered Kincaids love hard and live strong. We did not cower from confrontation.
Dropping the screw driver and plates. I mounted the bike. Ivy and I didn’t need to have a conversation. We both knew, we would do anything, be anyone we had to be, to make this right.
With my families blood pumping through my veins, I knew, I could and would make this even. For the wrath of the club would be nothing, on the wrath of a burnt Kincaid.
Ivy and I bring the heat and gun powder of a club? No, we also didn’t have the strength of one of the men that was wearing a patch. However. We would always be the wrath of the devil himself, when someone hurts our family. It was our blood taken, and we would make this even. We did not have the muscles or a thousand men riding behind us. Nor did we need it. As stories tell, it is not those who are physically strong that always win. It is those who are mentally strong and able to take the weighs of the deeds done in the name of vengeance.
“Going somewhere girls?”
Ivy and I both looked up.
Dad.
But it was the two little faces beside him that had my heart beating so quickly.Ollie and Connor. And I broke into tears getting off the bike and picking up my little sister, wrapping her into the biggest hug. While Ivy was crying so hard as she hugged Connor.
Some people would back down. Some would not confront a raging biker. I was not one of those people.
“You think I’ll just sit back, cook you all lunch and dinners, while my niece and nephew is kidnapped! Is that it Creed? I’m good enough for your bed, but you’re locking me out of everything else!” I shouted at him, in front of every biker from the mother chapter and Taron’s chapter. “You’re a weak man.” I hissed. I was furious he would this, lock me out, of the life I had only ever been a part of.
“And your nothing but a president daughter I fucked to piss him off.”
I blinked.
He didn’t say that.
I clenched my eyes shut.
Then it was clubhouse door that opened, that broke the silence.
“Seems mighty quiet for a Saturday night,” I heard my brother’s voice.
I turned, as if I was seeing a ghost. He was badly bruised and he looked terrible.
“What going on?” Kobra asked. We should be asking him that. When did he get discharged?
“Creed was telling me, how he fucked me to piss off a dad.” I repeated what he said and looked back at him. “And I’m just about to tell him, that I’m pregnant. And it’s his.”
With those words. I walked away. Kobra was back. This would be answered with Kincaid blood. But in case Kobra didn’t. I was going to make sure it was.
With every lock of hair that fell to the ground. I felt myself growing into the woman that was forming out of need and desperation. Until my last breath, I would fight for my family. The scissors cut the ties of the woman I was, so I could be the woman now needed. The woman my family needed. The woman that could stand on her own. The woman that didn’t need a king.
I looked in the mirror and for the first time ever I saw myself with bleach grey wash blonde hair. Creed currently had me on lock down at the club. But his members, would be looking for me with raven hair. Not blonde, and as I cut the last length of hair and now, I had shoulder length hair.
I stepped out of Ivy’s adjoined bathroom. Her eyes went from the guns on the bed, to me. She looked slightly impressed I had cut it. She didn’t believe me when I said, I’d do anything to get out of this clubhouse.
I picked up the Glock from the bed and put it in the back of my waist bands. Gripping my leather vest, I shrugged it on. Zipping it up.
Kincaids are loyal. I thought as I walked out of the room.
Kincaids did not let others take from us. I thought as I walked down the stairs. The scene in front of me, expected. Bikers. Women. Smoke ring about them. I even saw Creed at one of the tables, playing poker. I knew deep down, he would be thinking how to make this even. But I wasn’t counting on the wrath of the club to make this right now.
Kincaids always got even. I thought as we walked out of the club door. Walking through the lot and up the garden path. I knew deep down, there was reasons for Creed’s reaction. But yet, I can’t get my head around them.
Looking at our family house, which is now just a house held of haunting memories. Ivy and I walked for the garage.
Kincaids created fear, we did not live in fear. I thought as I lifted up the roller door. My eyes on the covered up sports bikes. Gripping the sheet, I pulled it off the bikes.
We had already reported them stolen. For tonight, we did not want coming back on us. Still as I unscrewed the license plates, I remembered Kincaids love hard and live strong. We did not cower from confrontation.
Dropping the screw driver and plates. I mounted the bike. Ivy and I didn’t need to have a conversation. We both knew, we would do anything, be anyone we had to be, to make this right.
With my families blood pumping through my veins, I knew, I could and would make this even. For the wrath of the club would be nothing, on the wrath of a burnt Kincaid.
Ivy and I bring the heat and gun powder of a club? No, we also didn’t have the strength of one of the men that was wearing a patch. However. We would always be the wrath of the devil himself, when someone hurts our family. It was our blood taken, and we would make this even. We did not have the muscles or a thousand men riding behind us. Nor did we need it. As stories tell, it is not those who are physically strong that always win. It is those who are mentally strong and able to take the weighs of the deeds done in the name of vengeance.
“Going somewhere girls?”
Ivy and I both looked up.
Dad.
But it was the two little faces beside him that had my heart beating so quickly.Ollie and Connor. And I broke into tears getting off the bike and picking up my little sister, wrapping her into the biggest hug. While Ivy was crying so hard as she hugged Connor.