Fury by Jenika Snow Page B

to the
gate and was let through, Nando leaned back in the driver’s seat.
    He
didn’t have time to be curious about some bitch that was involved with the
Bleeding Mayhem, but then again she might be a little leverage in this game.
    This
was a war, and he was going to be the victor one way or another.
    ****
    This
had to be a mistake, she knew that, but Allie didn’t know where else to go. She
gripped the handle of the suitcase tightly and breathed out slowly as she
walked up the paved driveway to the Bleeding Mayhem clubhouse. Only glancing
over her shoulder once, she saw the two MC members that had let her through the
gates staring at her. Focusing forward again, Allie felt her heart thundering.
She didn’t know how her mother would react to her being here. Her mom had left
years ago, and they’d spoken rarely as the years went on, but her mother was
all the family Allie had. Her father, that worthless asshole, was drunk more
times than not, and as soon as Allie graduated high school she had told herself
she’d leave. Well, she had, but it had been into the arms of an abusive man that
took from her more than she was willing to give. Now at twenty-three she was
tired of the shitty life she’d always thrown herself into, and wanted a fresh
start.
    She
hoped she found that here, or at least had her mother’s support and help in
getting there.
    Grabbing
the handle of the front door she pulled it open. The music was the first thing
that slammed into her, followed by the scent of cigarette and weed smoke. But
Allie was used to this type of scene. Her father had been the partying type for
as long as she could remember. Allie had just been used to locking herself in
the basement and cranking her own music up, drowning out the sounds above her.
    She
waited for her vision to adjust, and then glanced around the clubhouse. It was
clearly a party scene, but it was surprisingly clean. Leather couches were on
one side, pool and foosball tables on the other. A full bar was up against the
wall across from her, and there was a hallway next to that. Some closed doors
were scattered around, and pictures of men on motorcycles, women half dressed,
and even a half dismembered Harley hung from the ceiling. It was quite a scene.
    “Hey,
honey, I think you’re in the wrong place.”
    Allie
looked over at the woman who spoke. She was drunk, or at least smelled like a
brewery. She also had on a tube top that was pulled down so one of her tits was
hanging out. Her skirt wasn’t much better, not with the damn thing pulled down
low and nearly showing off her pussy.
    “No,
I’m in the right spot. I’m looking for Barbie.” Allie didn’t know if her mother
was going by that name or not, especially since she was at the clubhouse. But
given the way the woman looked confused, Allie had to assume she either wasn’t
here, or she didn’t go by Barbie.
    The
woman turned and faced the people milling around. “Hey, anyone know a Barbie?”
    There
was a rush of murmurs, some people shaking their heads. Allie started to get
discouraged that maybe her mother had bailed on this location, as well, but
she’d just spoken to her a month ago—and before that it had been going on a
year since they’d talked. Her mother wasn’t exactly the winner of Mother of the
Year.
    And
then there she was, coming out of the hallway, her focus on her skirt as she
pulled it down. A big guy in leather followed behind, buttoning up his pants
and fixing his belt.
    Nice.
    “Anyone
know a Barbie?” the woman hollered out again.
    Allie’s
mother snapped her head up, and their gazes clashed.
    Yeah, Mom, it’s really me.
    Her
mother walked up to her, stared at Allie for long seconds, and then pulled her
in for a hug. She smelled like cigarettes and sex, a scent that had Allie
wrinkling her nose.
    “Who
the hell is Barbie?” the drunk woman said from behind them, and Allie pulled
away from her mom to look at the woman. She had her hand braced on the wall,
and swayed