Wild Child (10 page)

In the meantime Rabid was in power until he put the final nail in his own coffin. And then he would be out bad or dead. Being out bad meant to the club you were as good as dead. In Rabid's case dead would be better for the club. Many brothers wanted him dead but nobody had a plan how to do it yet.

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Thrash was pissed off, plain and simple. He was disgusted at being Rabid's bodyguard but the older biker wouldn't let him go back to working in his tattoo parlor. He said he needed him on the road with him to make cash for the club. In the mean time, Thrash was counting on his tattoo artists to keep his shop going and bring in the cash.

Nailz had told him V was hooking up with some young girl and Thrash was worried. Rabid had given him a few hours to go check on his mother and tattoo shop. V was down with that Kima girl and Thrash didn't have time to see him. He had to get back to the up state New York flophouse so Rabid and his boys could check out chapters in other states.

It was very unlikely for V to take an old lady. His brother liked to play around with lots of women, never settling for just one, and he could take his pick. Thrash and V had that in common.

Thrash didn't have an old lady and he wasn't looking for one. He didn't want the complication and women were only too willing to suck his cock or provide a quick fuck.

He was also with Rabid for a reason - to get enough info on that sick fucker to get the club back on track.

Rabid also used Thrash to lure younger girls by his good looks and skills as a tattoo artist. His Nordic heritage showed with his long blond hair, ice blue eyes, and his tall, rippled body. His tats were some of the best looking in the country, and he knew it. Tattoos were his addiction and he’d gone to great lengths to study under some of the best artists in the U.S. before joining the club.

Thrash was a martial arts teacher and a natural born fighter. He was a mean motherfucker so being one of the national SAA's was a natural for him. He hated protecting a president that was such a sicko but he was stuck for now, it seemed. Until he could get Rabid to let him leave, he'd have to make the best of it and make sure Rabid didn't catch on.

He saw the girls being traded, sometimes bought, and it disgusted him. His club wasn't about trafficking in women. Hell, some were young teenagers and a few didn't even speak English.

Rabid thought he was one of his boys but nothing could be further from the truth. At least he could keep Nailz updated and hope V knew what the hell he was getting into with this Kima girl.

Thrash was twenty-eight years old and wanted to settle down in his shop and see where life went from there. If the club was staying on the path Rabid was going, he was thinking about just moving to Canada. However, he had such a tight relationship with V and the club, he was torn. Plus, he had his mother and little sister in New Jersey.

At times he wondered if he could just fucking take out Flop and Rabid together. He would gladly do it if he knew he could get away with it. He didn't do the drugs they all seemed to live on - only once in a while would he use speed and that was to keep going, definitely not for recreation.

Rabid seemed to be able to go nonstop. This selling and trading young women seriously freaked him out and he hoped his little bro and Nailz were ready to do something soon. Rabid liked hookers and used them badly. Thrash was sick of it all. He refused to clean up his messes with the hookers, leaving it to Rabid's other boys.

Everything that was going on had him sleeping badly. He didn't
want
to touch the young girls and he was getting super concerned about the legal issues regarding the fate of Bound For Hell.

He thought of his little sister, Katri, which made him more determined to end this shit. Rabid might look at her next; since Rabid came to their house, it could happen. Thrash got a headache from the thought. Rabid would be dead if he went anywhere near Katri.

Thrash was having that fucking dream again; it seemed to haunt him every night for a week now. It started when Elena brought a beautiful girl to his shop for a tat too. She was so perfect and her flowing black hair was like silk. She was French Vietnamese and her voice was soft, sweet like a melody.

Elena always brought stray dancers so he could fix their scars. China had one she wanted covered. He was amazed she spoke English so easily. When he asked her what kind of tattoo she wanted, she answered, "Just a red rose with thorns with a drop of blood, shaped like a tear."

It was for all the bloodshed she had seen in her country. China explained her mother had married an American soldier and he had brought them to the states. His guess was that she had once come from a wealthy family because the girl had class.

She never moved as he inked her, impressing the hell out of him since going over scar tissue hurt. The grace in the way she moved and held herself amazed him. He knew there was a lot of hatred toward the Vietnamese who’d immigrated so it couldn't be easy for her.

She was dancing because she wasn't able to get regular work. There was something that just made him want to hold this woman close and melt into her. She spoke only a little; the one time he wanted to talk during an ink session and this chick was as quiet as a mouse!

In his dream she kept coming to him, holding out her hand as if to say ‘come take me away.’ Maybe she was coming to take
him
away - the pull to go was so strong. He could feel the slight brush of her silky hair over his face and it would wake him up, yearning and haunted.

He could never go back to sleep after that. Instead he’d ponder over this chick and why she invaded his sleep and entered his dreams.

Once awake, he would think about the day ahead and what nonsense Rabid was doing. It is getting harder and harder to put up with his shit. They were all smoking dust and the only reason he got away with not using was because he did tattoos. You couldn't be wasted when you were inking someone.

Lately everyone seemed paranoid about everything. If he went to use the phone, Rabid would send Flop to see who he was calling. Sometimes Thrash called his shop to make sure he was making money and staying afloat. The calls to his mother were the ones that freaked Flop out because his family could speak Finnish. Most of the brothers thought it was the only language his mother spoke.

She disapproved of their lifestyles and refused to speak English in front of people she didn't like. At first it was to piss them off, but it was pretty normal in his family. So Thrash sent messages through her to his brother and Nailz.

Luckily he had no problem with Thrash calling his mom a few times a week. For such a scumbag, he had respect for his own mother, so Thrash guessed he was allowed to respect his own by calling her.

Rabid sometimes went with him to his mother's house to eat. He loved her cooking and got a kick out of hearing her yell their
names in Finnish; Thor, Veiko, and Katri. For some reason, though, their mother called Rabid 'Paha' from the day she had met him; it meant evil in Finnish. Their mother was not a stupid woman. Although she tried to run their lives. Katri had it hard since the brothers had moved out.

Rabid was stupid because he believed their mother liked him
. That 'Paha' was a term of endearment. V always got a kick out of it, Mama swore if he had been her child she would have killed the little
bastard
in his cradle.

V and Thrash tried to make their mother happy but she was really pushing them to the limits. She always bitched about their father and how bad a man he was. No wonder he left them. Katri was still young but Thrash was betting she would leave the house as soon as she could.

One night after dinner with his family, that fucker, Rabid, told Thrash when he opened chapters in Finland and Sweden, he would be their ambassador.

Like hell! He thought. Rabid was completely off his rocker! Yeah - as if they were ever going to be worldwide. Those drugs he was doing were turning his brains to mush.

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CHAPTER 9
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The day my dad showed up Veiko and I were sitting on the cabin’s porch. Nailz had taken Jo for a ride. I was glad they weren't there for whatever he had to say. His Cadillac pulled up and my heart jumped.

My dad was handsome and a shrewd businessman, despite his drunken weekend ways. I knew V would be able to handle whatever shit he tossed his way.

"Kima! Why haven't you come home? You should be healed up by now and I have some papers for you to sign." My dad was angry.

He was strolling up to the porch when he saw V's motorcycle. He hesitated for a moment, glaring at it. I steeled myself, ready for him and whatever he tried to pull over my eyes.

"Hi Dad. Mom said not to sign anything because we're not selling the house. She also said to stay here… Why is that?"

My dad stopped completely in his tracks. I wasn’t sure if it was what I’d said or if he finally noticed Veiko sitting beside me.

He looked at me, his eyes grew dark with anger. "Kima, pay no attention to your mother. I need this deal - I promised developers that land years ago and they've been waiting to build on it. It will get you into college. You have no need of that old farm. Be reasonable for a change. Now all I need is for you to give me your power of attorney."

I was getting upset when I felt V's hand on my thigh. It was welcome, grounding me, because I didn't want to jump out of my chair.

"Dad, there’s a loophole in the will I doubt you know of. When my grandparents bought that land it was from Hunter's family. If it’s sold they have the right to buy it first, which Hunter wants, at the same price Grandpa bought it. I will never give you my power of attorney. Do you really think I’m that stupid?"

"Where did you see that?" My Dad asked, looking baffled.

I took my time answering. "Dad, did you ever even
read
the will? Hunter has always known. If the farm is sold, it goes back to the McQue family at the price they sold it to grandpa. Mom has known it  too. I won’t sell the farm - I love it and I'm moving there."

My dad was getting angrier by the moment and turned his gaze to V. "You thinking of living off my daughter, dirtbag?"

V was calm when he replied, "Nah, just going to fuck her and see if she wants to be an old lady. Guess that will be up to Kima if she wants me. You're done here, aren't you? She already told you she ain't selling the farm."

"Your horse or the biker. Kima, make a choice," Dad spat, his eyes blazing.

I was shocked.

"Dad, I can buy Sugar from you. I'll give you two grand right now."

He shook his head and laughed. "No deal. I’ll have my lawyers check the will out. Give it to me and I can talk Hunter into selling it to me."

I hated him. "Dad, if you sell Sugar, I will never forgive you. Oh, and the will is solid - Grandpa didn't trust you. I am giving you nothing!"

"Your choice - him or the horse," He turned to leave. I watched him drive up to the Lodge and get out to talk to Hunter.

I felt tears drip down my face.
My dad sucks,
I thought. Veiko put his arms around me.

"You have two grand for the horse?"

I nodded. "But he is worth more. At least to me. Maybe Elena will buy him from my dad. He's always had the hots for her." I had to speak to my mom. "I'm going to run up to the Lodge and call my mother."

V held me back. Hunter had appeared with a shot gun in his hands, yelling at my dad to get out of the Lodge.

Things were getting worse. I knew my dad dealt with shady people but I was determined he'd never get my farm.

I threw myself into Veiko's chest and his strong arms held me safe as I wondered what would happen next.

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V had a lot on his mind. He had been getting reports about Rabid from many members and none of them were good.

Nailz was beyond pissed. He just wanted to take Rabid out, and Flop with him, but V wouldn't go that far yet. He had backed off the Jack Daniels, which amazed some brothers, but his club came first. He needed to be sober to deal with this shit and he was always thinking of Kima. Nailz was going to go back up to his chapter and hold shit down. He’d be driving back and forth to give V daily updates.

Word had come down that Rabid was visiting other chapters on the East Coast and Flop was joining him. V almost felt like he was letting his own chapter down, however they were one of the strongest around. V ran business straight and the guys all were pretty normal, except for Flop.