Savage (The Aces MC

Chapter 3

EFFIE

My father stood raging in front of me till I heard some footsteps behind me and a voice. “Baby, where should I—”

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed another club girl—Kendra, staring back with wide eyes but soon recovered quickly. A frown formed.

“Answer me, b***h!” My father roared, making me look back at him and shake slightly at the deranged man.

Clearing my throat, I tried to keep my voice even. “I had an after-school class today.” I was lying. I learned a long time ago not to tell my father about the bullies in school.

My father stepped toward me, making me move back slightly, but he stopped. “I left a note on the fridge to tell you to clean up. Also, you shouldn’t have had an after-school class,” he murmured. “School isn’t for you; I keep telling you that.”

I have heard those words all my life. Over the last few years, he told me I was never good enough for school. He had put me down often, often enough that I started to make me think he was right. But he was wrong; I proved with each grade that I had, I was at the top in all my subjects, but I never showed him. I let him believe his own lies.

I said nothing since I knew there was no point pissing him off even more. My father looked at me for a moment but then glanced at Kendra. “Baby, go back to the club. I have work to do here. Ask Mace to come here; we need to finalize the run.”

Kendra moved away from the doorway to his office and walked toward my father. She stopped to kiss my father’s lips. Her hand pressed to his chest, then moved down, making me look away. I didn’t need to see that.

Slurps from their kissing came, which made me want to vomit, but I kept it together when I heard her heels on the floor walking away. I knew it was a good time to look back; when I did, my father’s eyes were on me with a frown. “Get to f*****g work, bitch.”

My father walked away and returned to his office. I waited for him to shut the door. When he did, I slowly got up and walked away, heading to the kitchen. I figured I might sort it out since I needed some food.

There was no point in crying over what my father had said since I was used to it all now. I was getting numb to it, which I knew wasn’t right for someone my age to feel, especially about their father.

Cleaning in the kitchen was the easiest since most of what was out was beer bottles—mostly recycling. There were dishes to do and even pizza boxes to put out. No one should have anything to say as long as there was a clean kitchen.

While I worked, wetness coated my cheeks again, making me look up at the window reflection to see I was crying again. There was no sound coming from me, only tears.

The front door opened, and someone walked into the house. Deep murmurs were coming from my father’s office, but I ignored them.

Once the kitchen was done, I was done, but I knew I had to do the rest but could do it later. Knowing they had a run coming up, I could start it then and keep out of everyone’s way.

Drying my hands, I decided to step out and pass the office, only noticing the door was ajar. Not one for eavesdropping, I was about to go when I heard my father’s voice. “We need to grab the drugs soon,” my father murmured. “They have a shipment coming tonight. We must get it before the Sinners know it is gone.” The whole thing stopped me. I stepped closer, only to hear something I shouldn’t have.

“Okay. Who do you want to have to go with us?” A deep voice came that I know—Mace.

“Blade, Savage, Dagger, me, you and Doc.” My father’s voice rang thick. “We will leave as soon as you get them to the office and explain the plan. Then, we will leave and head to the docks. Silver will be waiting for us.”

“Okay. It was a good idea to put the boy in the Sinners to find out when they were having shipments and where it was located.” There was silence for a moment before Mace spoke again.

“Who do you want to keep watch tonight? We need someone who is in on the whole thing,” Mace said, his footsteps moving, which only made me step away from the door and move till I was pressed against the wall on the other side. I couldn’t see anything, but I could still hear what was being said.

“Lark,” my father said. “Tell him no club member is allowed to leave the compound.”

“Don’t think that will be a problem,” Mace chuckled. “Everyone is all buzzed by something. When I asked, it seemed your boy wanted a laugh and read Effie’s diary to the club.”

My father chuckled. “That’s my boy. That girl is a pathetic b***h like her mum and needs a backbone.”

His words stung.

Backbone?

Pathetic.

Those words are what I have heard since the day my mother left.

A lone tear escaped.

This is getting harder now. I shouldn’t have to put up with all the abuse, especially from my own father.

I needed to leave.

There was a loud sigh, but Mace spoke again. “There is one thing we have to make sure that never happens. No one talks, especially when Bear rings. Can you imagine what will happen if he finds out we are stealing from The Sinners?”

What?

My uncle would never do anything associated with drugs. He watched my father destroy his life with them before my brother and I were born. Part of me wondered if he was using it again. That may explain a lot of things.

“Well, my brother wouldn’t find out. No one is stupid enough to tell him anything. Who would believe them?”

Mace and my father chuckled.

My mind raced over what they said until I heard something that made me consider doing something stupid.

“That would be true,” Mace said, but my father cut him off. “Enough of this. Keep everything in the safe; we can pick it up on the way back before we leave. We can take everything we need for the run.”

“Okay. I texted the boys to meet in the office. They are already waiting for us.”

“Fine, let’s go. Hopefully, the little b***h will have the house spotless when we get back from the run.” That even got more laughter from both men.

The most hurtful words came from my father, but I ignored them. I was more intrigued by the ‘everything we need’ statement. What the hell would they need, especially if they were stealing a shipment from the sinners?

I knew my father had a safe behind his desk. I know about it because I used to clean there, but not much lately since he was always there. He would shout for me to leave, even if just for me to stick my head in to see if he was there.

Knowing I had to move away, I headed toward the laundry further down the hall. I walked over quietly and went inside. Closing the door but leaving it slightly ajar for me to see my father and Mace leave. I held my breath, knowing I didn’t have long. Once they left, I could see what they were hiding and decide if I wanted to proceed with my plan.

My father and Mace left not long after. I stayed quiet till I heard the front door open and close.

Opening the door, I looked at the front door and practically ran into the office till I was inside. Closing the door, I walked over to the desk and noticed some papers. Picking them up, I started to read.

It was a manifesto of the shipment, and it wasn’t just drugs they were going to steal—guns, too. My stomach churned while I kept reading. They weren’t just stealing from the Sinners MC. They were stealing from someone else too, someone I didn’t know.

Fuck.

Looking up, I quickly went to the scanner and scanned the pages that were left out on the desk. I needed them as proof.

My mind was made up, and I was going to leave. Nothing was holding me back here anymore. As much as I loved learning, I couldn’t stay here anymore. There was nothing but abuse from bullies, my father, brother, and even the other bikers.

There was one place I could go, and that was to my uncle, who lives four hours away. It would be easy to get there since I know a bus route that goes straight there. I have been there before.

Once the scanning was done, I returned everything as my father left it while placing the scanned copies under my arm. Turning slightly, I noticed a drawer slightly open to the side and looked in—money. Picking up some, I noticed it was more than I had ever seen. Grabbing at least four hundred, I folded it and placed it in my sweatpants pocket while putting the rest back. Making sure the money was back where I found it, I walked out of the office. I needed to get some things together and leave once they were on the run. By the time they had gone and come back, they wouldn't notice I was gone till it was too late.

As much as my father thinks men will listen to them, Lark was one that never did. He liked to f**k around with some of the women in town, and when he finds out he is to watch the gate, I can guarantee a woman will be on her knees for him. So, I knew he wouldn’t stop me from leaving the compound.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I returned to my room to pack. It wouldn’t take me too long to get what I needed, since there wasn’t much I had anyway.