Tiffany’s POV


    Two Months Later:


    That f*****g fat b***h has had me locked up for over two months. I can’t get an attorney worth a damn to take my case. My entire n hinges on my ability to go to court. I’m desperate now. I hate this ce. It’s dirty, and I don’t have any real hygiene products. Just soap and shampoo. My hair needs to be cut, and my roots need to be dyed. I’m being treated like an animal in here.


    I wish I’d killed her when I had the chance. I’ve hated her since she was born. Mom always sucked up to Alicia Caldwell. She was her meal ticket, and she was going to make the most of it. It was working until it all fell apart. Mom didn’t say it, but I know she mes me for the situation their in.


    I’m never leaving where I am. My father has his ws in me. I paid for it dearly thest time I tried to run.


    Now I’m just… broken.


    “Uh, I was wondering if I could get your number?” the man asked.


    He looks a few years older than me. If this had happened before I ran away, I would have said yes. I would have figured out how to see him and beg him to steal me away from all of this.


    Now it’s all pointless. Just like life.


    “Sorry, I don’t have a phone actually,” I said.


    Just then, my father came walking up to my side. He looked between me and the man. I kept my head down. If I act any kind of way, I’ll be in trouble when we get back. Then I’ll never be able to set foot outside of camp again. These grocery store runs are all I have of the outside world.


    “Sean?” Dad asked the man.


    “Daniel,” the man, Sean, replied.


    They shook hands as I watched, confused.


    “Haven’t seen you since thest project,” Daniel said.


    Last project?


    “Yeah, it’s been a while,” Sean replied with a polite smile.


    “Oh, Sean, this is my daughter, Blythe,” Daniel said, wrapping his arm around me and making me stiffen.


    “Blythe, this is Sean. He’s an investor. Took over for his father right outta college. We worked on a project together for my work.”


    Oh, his personal work. I thought it was a project for Silent Divine. If that were the case, Sean would know all about Silent Divine. The church keeps things under wraps, but anyone who’s set foot in that camp knows. They have to.


    “Nice to meet you, Blythe. That’s a very pretty name,” Sean said to me before looking at my dad. “I was actually trying to get your daughter’s phone number, but now I understand. I know you don’t like cell phones. I remember how difficult it could be to reach you if you weren’t in the office.”


    Uh oh. This won’t be good. Daniel doesn’t like it when I get hit on. I’m supposed to be his pure, innocent girl. At least in the actual sense. Anything under pration doesn’t count.


    “Well, what if you two met up for dinner sometime?” Daniel suggested, surprising the hell out of me.


    “What?” I blurted before I could stop myself.


    Daniel turned hard eyes on me.


    “I trust Sean, unlike all the other guys you pick,” he said sweetly, but I knew the jab between the lines. He was referring to my bikers. Well, not mine. Not anymore. Maybe they never were. I don’t know. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”


    That meant that Sean had money. I could see no other reason for allowing this. I’m sure I’ll have all kinds of rules if I’m allowed to date him.


    Allowed. Like I’d have a choice in the matter.


    At least, I won’t be alone.


    “Okay,” I said softly. “I’d love to.”


    Sean beamed at me.


    “Should we meet somewhere? How’s tomorrow for you?”


    ~ Present, age 25~


    I was pulled out of the memory when the car door opened. I moved as close to Butter’s cage as I could as Karma climbed in. Butter has been surprisingly good for this trip. Barely made a noise, but he did have a few idents. Understandably when he’s been locked in a cage for over 15 straight hours.


    “Here,” Karma grunted as he shoved a canned tea and a small bag of chips at me.


    I looked at the stuff and then back at Karma.


    “I said I didn’t want anything,” I told him, my voiceing out a bit harder than I intended it to. Oh well.


    “And we didn’t listen,” he replied tly. “You need to eat and drink, don’t you?”


    “Do I?” I spat, sounding like a total brat.


    “Blythe, eat the fucking chips, drink the fucking drink. We ain’t stopping again until we get there.” Karma bit out.


    “We’re gonna have to if I drink this tea,” I muttered.


    “We’ll stop if you have to use the bathroom,” he said. “Do you have to go now?”


    I red at him.


    “No,” I grumbled.


    Karma held my eyes as I continued to re. I want them to know how much I loathe this. It’s not like I’ll be there long anyway. One way or another. I might as well give ’em hell. I came to that conclusion after the first time I ran away. When I got my ugliest scar. When I finally gave up.<fnd4e1> Original content can be found at FindN0vel</fnd4e1>


    If I’m going to be forced to live, and to go to the club, then I’m giving sh.it to everyone. No more pushing me around. No more just taking sh.it. It didn’t stop the beatings I got before, so why not at least make the beatings worth it?


    This is just like that. Hell, maybe if I piss them off enough they’ll just kick me out of the car and leave me on the side of the road. One can only hope.


    Psycho got in the car, but Karma still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.


    “Eat. Drink,” he ordered as he took my tea and opened it.


    I snatched it out of his hands and narrowed my eyes as I took a long drink. I was actually very thirsty and hungry. I just didn’t want to admit it.


    “I’m asking you onest time, Spark,” Karma said. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”


    I sighed.


    “Yes, you jackass.”


    The closer we get to town, the more nervous I feel. Things are starting to look familiar. Trees, houses, road signs. And then, shortly after the sun went down, we were in Healdsburg.


    I sat rigid as we made our way through town. Everything looked the exact same. Nothing has changed at all.


    When we turned down the road to the clubhouse, I started to feel a little dizzy. The club owns a huge chunk ofnd, and hell, most of Healdsburg in general. They bought an old run-down motel back when Karma’s dad was a boy. Built it up from nothing.


    Over time, they bought all thend around it and built houses for the married couples of the club. There was a section for every patched member, some empty and some with a house already. I’m not sure how they do the iming of that though. When we moved in with Tusk, he already had a house. They had lived


    on the property, in that house, since before Evander and Everly were born. Their mom was never around.