Ch 3 - Who Are You?
1636 Words
Nadia POV:
Well it's now or never I tell myself as I glance at the bag on my passenger seat. Ignoring the nausea I'm feeling from the thought of what's to come, I instead focus on my inner anger and start up my truck. Smiling as the powerful roar of the engine hits my ears, I peel away from my drive and begin the short drive to my destination.
I'd planned on doing this in a couple of days, after having only arrived here three days go. I wanted some more time to settle in and be seen around town. But after meeting Zak last night, i knew I couldn't wait, that flame within me burned brighter immediately and i just knew that sooner or later I'd have to face the man I'd grown to despise. As my Ford Ranger pulls into the compound, I look around at the many bikes that are parked neatly.
Cutting the engine, I gather my bag and jumped down without giving myself a chance to back out. I can do this, I tell myself. Not seeing anyone around, I fling open the club doors and strut down the familiar corridor. Despite it being almost 17 years since I was last here, the decor hasn't changed much, Old pictures are still hung up, with a few new additions added throughout the years, faces I don't recognise of the new club members.
Turning the corner in the suspiciously quiet club house, I freeze at the sight in front of me. A prospect is sat back on one of the sofas, his head angled to the ceiling, his eyes closed as the hand wrapped in the blondes hair guides her up and down his rod.
"Well well well...this just gets better and better" I smirk as they both freeze what they're doing. The blondes head shoots up, her eyes immediately focus on mine.
"It's y, its you!?" She splutters out in surprise as the Prospect looks between us both.
"You know her?" He asks the blonde as he quickly forces his c**k back int his jeans, his movement causing my mind to travel back to Zaks similar action last night
"Oh we met last night" I tell him with a chuckle. "Funnily enough she was also in a compromising situation then, someone was balls deep in you weren’t they blondie?"
"You.." she hisses as she surges to her feet.
"You..?" I prompt as she opens and closes her mouth, seemingly lost for words. "I told you I found it amusing when you called me the w***e last night, now I just find it hilarious. But at least I know the club girls round here never change."
"Why are you here?" The prospect asks as he moves to stand beside Tanya. "They're in Church right now, if you want me to take your CV just leave it on the counter and I'll ask the Pres to take a look at it tomorrow."
"Church?" I check as my glee grows, ignoring the rest of what he said.
"Yeah" drawls, "come back tomorrow. You might have more luck then."
Wth a smirk, I mouth thank you at him before lifting my middle finger at the blonde and swiftly marching down the corridor to my right.
"WAIT! Where are you going?" The prospect calls after me, "the doors the other way!"
"I never said I was leaving" I shoot back over my shoulder as I turn left to face the double doors of the meeting room. Hearing he rushed footsteps of the prospect running after my, I take a quick breath before pushing the heavy doors open with all my might. With a loud bang, they slam against the walls and I step into the room. The brothers surging to their feet in surprise at my loud entrance.
"I told you the door is the other way" the prospect gasps as he reaches my side.
"And I told you, I wasn't leaving" I snap back at him without sparing him a glance. My eyes focused on the man at the head of the table, a man I hadn't seen in 17 years. He may have more grey hairs then he did when I knew him, but other than that he almost looks like he hasn't aged a day.
"What the f**k is going on here?" He growls as he slams his fist down on the table in front of him. “Everybod sit the f**k down, you..get out" he orders me.
"Flames?" I hear Zak ask in surprise as he remains standing, his eyes furrowed in confusion as he looks across at me. Turning my head, I raise a brow at him but don't say a word.
"I said, get the f**k out" the Pres shouts at me. "What the f**k is she doing in here prospect?"
"She came in a few minutes ago, I said if she wanted to leave her CV on the counter you'd get back to her, or she could come back tomorrow. Instead of leaving, she marched on through here" he exclaims defensively as he takes in his Pres' furious expression.
"I'm not here for a f*****g job Prospect" I spit at him, my anger rising along with the Pres'. "If you weren't too busy getting you c**k sucked by that dirty blonde w***e then we might have held a better conversation" I tell him as he face burns bight in his embarassment. Shifting my eyes to Zak's, I find him still watching me intently. "Id maybe go for a check up by the way Zaky boy, I know I told you her p***y sounded used but now I know for sure it is. God knows what she has or how many she went through just last night" I shudder as his eyes narrow at me slightly while others gape in shock at my language.
"So you're after a job huh? But you’re happy to call the other club girl a w***e?" The Pres chuckles as I furrow my brows in confusion. Clearly he hadn't been listening when I said that I wasn't here for a job. "You've a bit different from the other girls, but some of us like a bit of a firecracker don't we men?" He sneers as the room is filled with appreciative whistles while the Pres's eyes look me up and down appreciatively.
"I would stop with that look you old man" I warn him quietly as disgust floods my body, while his face hardens in anger. "You're going to regret having spoken to me like that. If I were you...I’d stop right there" I snap as I turn my cold eyes to the Vice Pres who had been slowly making his way towards me, now being only an arms length from me.
"Or what?" He asks calmly.
"If you touch one finger to my body, then don't expect an apology when you get your ass handed to you" I smirk at him, as his face falters at my confidence. Many of the men around the table burst into loud laughter at my words, the only one staying silent being Zak as he watches me curiously.
"Alright Darlin, well the funs over now. Your big entrance was made, its time for you to go. Like the prospect said, come back tomorrow, theres a party, maybe then you can show us you moves" the Pres smirks as I openly gag at his words. Seeing the VP move quickly as he grasps my arm in a tight grip, I drop my bag to the floor and duck low to pull my arm free, before I swing a solid punch to his unsuspecting side making him gasp in surprise. Standing quickly, I raise my fists and land another two blows to his open stomach and face before spinning and landing a power kick straight to his chest sending him sprawling to the floor.
"I f*****g warned you" I spit at him furiously as the room falls silent watching me stand over to him.
As he begins to struggle to his feet, I rest my heeled foot on his chest and push him back down. "I would seriously Wstop that now if I were you Vince, that was nothing."
When I utter his name I hear hushed whispers behind me as Vince looks up at me in confusion. "You know me?"
"How could I forget you, you f*****g perv" I sneer before releasing him and turning to meet the Pres' burning gaze.
"I told you to get the f**k out" he fumes as I wander to the table and collapse into an open seat.
"I heard you, and I ignored you" I shrug. "I'm good here."
"You'll be made to leave, this is your last chance, we don't like to hurt women but you've done enough damage" he warns me.
"I’m not leaving, plus I think you'll want to hear what I have to say. In fact, this meeting couldn't have been timed better with my visit, I want you all to hear what I have to say. After all, why should I leave here when this was my home? Many of you I considered family, it’s clear you don't remember me...but I remember many of you" I state as I look around the table meeting the confused eyes of many.
"Who are you?" The Pres asks quietly from where's he's still stood grasping the side of the table tightly.
"Finally, you've asked" I smirk as I hold his gaze. Pausing dramatically I watch as his eyes flicker over me, was that a slight hint of recognition? "..I’m Nadia Jenson."
With that the room falls silent, the Pres' face draining of colour as he stumbles back slightly
Chucking I watch as many fall back in their seats in shock, "hello father..."
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