EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Bexley

I grab my purse and go up to my room , I'm pissed as I push open my door and close it hard behind me. 

Because while sitting down stairs worry about Levi, it dawned on me. Levi knew. Levi knew what was about to happen between the clubs. He had to have known that the Hawks were going against the saints. Going against whatever agreement was in place. Right now I wish I knew exactly what they had done to make the Saints burn down an entire fucking barn. 

I didn't actually have Levi's number, so I messaged him through instagram. 

"Did you know this was going to happen?" I type out. 

"Fucking text me when you get this." I reply adding my phone number into the message. 

I throw myself onto my back on my bed and stare at my ceiling. 

"I'm so stupid" I whisper as I shake my head, thinking about letting myself be kissed and touched like that by Levi, by letting him make me cum in my god damn pants. He must be having a real good laugh. Getting more than just a simple kiss this time. Taking what he could before he couldn't anymore. 

I feel tears prick my eyes. This is why I don't date. This is why I don't chase after guys. This is why I never wanted to like a guy. Because they make you hurt. Because your judgement gets cloudy, because the strong female you prided yourself on being, can come undone that fucking quickly and leave you on your bed cursing as you let a tear fall for them. 

There's no way that he didn't know that his club was going against my dad's. He definitely knew. He would have had to vote on it, I knew at least that much. My stomach turned, wondering which way he had voted, and if it even fucking mattered. It didn't. Because he couldve told me before kissing me like that. He couldve told me at least a hint of something, warning me that shit was about to go bad. Warning me before he made my heart do all that girl shit, and feel something for him, as he told me how I was all he could think about.  Or was that all a lie? Was he just taking another jab at my dad? By messing around with his daughter? 

I didnt want to think Levi was that kind of guy. But he even warned me that he wasn't a good guy. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew that this situation was much bigger than what tonight meant between me and Levi. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I knew it wouldn't be good. There would'nt be any apologies , neither group would surrender, and neither of them were going to just wipe their hands of this and move on. I wanted that. But I knew it wouldnt happen. It couldnt now. 

I knew my father was a good man. I knew my brothers were too. I'd grown up around all of the guys who ran the Saints. They were all family to me, and even though I knew they did shady dealings, I also knew that deep down, they loved their 'brothers', loved their families, loved our town. But just because people are good, doesnt mean they're not also bad. 

I fell asleep waiting for Levi to text me. 

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 When I woke up the next day, I had about twenty texts from Levi. All of them some form of "I need to talk to you."   "It's important Bex"  "I cant text it. I need to talk to you." 

I switched off my phone. Screw him, I decided. I wouldn't play this fucking game, and I surely couldn't conspire with the enemy. I let out a huff. Was that was Levi was now, my enemy? He was my dad's. He was the Saints enemy. I left my phone in my room the rest of the day while I sat with my mom, sat with Brianna. My dad left early to go back to the club house with the others. When he came home later in the afternoon he shook his head at me as I grabbed my keys. 

I was wearing tight black jeans, and my Black's Bar tank top, with little black boots, with my hair up in a messy bun. 

"You can't work there anymore Bexley." he says. 

My eyesbrows pinch together. "But you said I-"

"That was before" he cuts me off. 

"Dad, it'll be fine" I say. Would it though? If the Hawks were going to retaliate , my dad's bar may very well be their first target. 

"There's nobody else to work tonight." I tell him. "Maeve is out of town till tomorrow. The other girls are busy." I say. 

He lets out a long sigh. 

After a bit more arguing, he decides that I can work tonight. But this will be my last night working the bar. He's also posting several lower level Saints at the bar with me for 'protection' .   I can't lie that I'm actually scared. That I'm thankful for the guys he's posting. But I don't want to give him reason to decide against me working the bar. 

I don't bring my phone, I still leave it upstairs in my room, turned off. 

Levi

"No" I say shaking my head as everyone but me votes in favor of the plan. 

But it's done. As the single and only vote against the plan I slam my hands down on the long wooden table we all sit at in the discussion room at the club. 

"This is a fucking stupid plan!" I yell and my father Grady just shrugs. 

"You're severely outvoted on that front kid." he says. 

Hector Carter, who is 62 and the oldest member of the club, gives me a look. It's not anger like the ones the others give me, it's a silent ...what can ya do? type of look.   

Hector Carter was the leader before my father. Stepping down a few years back when he was 60. Those were our clubs own rules, no leader could run the club past 60. Hector was also less involved in the runnings and the dealings, but was still a voice and vote. He was one of the only other ones who had originally voted nay with me , on the vote where we decided whether or not to turn our backs on the deal with the Saints.  Him and his son Elvis, both voted with me.  Because Hector was the one who put the agreement in place. Of course he'd vote to keep it. I saw the sadness in his eyes then, and now that the club had taken a turn backwards, to the old ways. 

"We fucked up. You all fucked up." I grit my teeth. 

"We had no reason to take the Reapers from them" I say with a growl, speaking of the gang that now will deal with us for their weapons. 

My brother Ricky who is 18, gives me a look as if he's ashamed to be my brother. 

"We need to take back what was ours. It's time." Ricky says. 

"So we're going to just stir shit up because you want to have a potentially deadly pissing contest with Moses fucking Black?" I yell, looking around the room. 

I run my hand over my face. "This is such fucking bullshit." 

"We had no need to piss all over that agreement, and you all fucking know it...none of you are hurting for fucking money...none of you need for a damn thing...we didnt need the extra cash flow.....you just got fucking greedy." I say slamming my fist down on the table. 

"Watch yourself kid."  Abe Fritz, the 55 year old, second to my dad says. 

"Yeah, if you want to suck Moses's dick just say so." My brother Ricky says, my father shooting him a glare and I do too. 

"Enough" my father grumbles, a few of the guys chuckling at Ricky's comment. 

"Neil....Alec" My father says to the two Hawk boys. Their grandfather was the one the club was named after. Their father though is where I got my middle name from, who I was named after.   Their father died when they were little.  Alec is 31, and Neil is 25.  Their father died in a deal gone wrong when he and my dad went to go meet potential buyers. My dad was the only one to leave the warehouse alive, with a bullet wound to his arm. 

"Neil..Alec, you'll be the ones to run it." my father says. "And I want it done today. As soon as possible....meeting ends. " he says slapping his hand on the table over the Hawk carved into the table. 

I push up out of my seat and storm out of the fucking club house and light up a cigarette outside, and immediately pull out my phone. Texting Bexley. I wasn't going to. It wasn't safe, for either of us. Even the slightest bit of conversation could be deemed as betrayal to either of our sides. But I needed to warn her. I needed her to call me. It was information I couldn't give through a text message. There couldnt be proof of what I needed to tell her. Otherwise, my club, would have my fucking head.  But I couldnt let the girl I'd been wanting for years possibly be in danger.

Bexley.

I drove my car to the bar, getting there early, wanting more time to clean and get things ready. 

"Hey" I said the Saints guys waiting for me outside the bar. 

"Here to baby sit lil ole me?" I joked and they laughed. 

"There are worst jobs to be given." teased Jack one of the 20 something year olds. 

"Gee thanks" I laughed, as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. 

But as I did, me and the three guys all stopped, and suddenly I was shoved behind Jack, as they all drew guns. 

Shit. Shit. My heart raced. 

The bar was destroyed. Not by fire. No. By hand. 

The other two guys cleared the restrooms and the back as Jack kept me beside him, and then the other two quickly cleared the back patio area, and Jack was on the phone with I'm assuming my father, within seconds. 

I just blinked, looking around. Every stool was broken , the back windows to the patio were smashed , every bottle of liquor, was broken on the floor, all of our boots, crunching over broken glass. The mirror behind the bar was shattered. They'd hacked into the bar, and into tables, with what must've been axes. Yup. Axes. I knew that because looking up at a large blown up photo of my dad with Grandpa, sitting at the bar when they'd first opened, an ax had been swung into the photo, through the glass, implanted right into my dads face. 

I started to tremble.  A death threat. Not just a warning. But a promise. 

I didn't even listen to Jack as he spoke to my father. I was numb, frozen. How could this be happening? Why was it happening? Everything was just fine. 

A loud crash comes from behind us, and Jack and I duck, as I scream and he curses. 

A brick flies through the window, the glass coming down like a waterfall. The brick tumbles across the floor. 

"Tell your daddy to be careful!" A male voice yells as a black car peels away with a loud screech. 

The other two guys run out the door, as Jack holds me, his arm around me. 

I look down to my hands , laying in broken glass, finally feeling the sting on my hands, and also on my knees. 

"Shit, are you ok?" Jake asks, his own hands scraped with broken glass. 

"I...I'm fine" my voice is shaking so much I cant make out anymore words, and as we stand I hear the rumble of motorcycles. But it must be our guys cause the other two guys are just standing outside, guns down at their sides. I hear yelling and loud gruff voices, and then I see my brother Bruno 22, and my brother Beau 21, both running into the bar. 

"Bex!" they yell running over to me , scooping me up off the floor. 

"You're alright Bex" my brother Beau says and holds me to him as I start to cry. Burying my face in his chest.

They walk me out of the bar, as other Saints walk in, and I see my father almost jumping off his bike in mid ride as he pulls up and sees me. 

He runs over. 

"Daddy" I cry my voice shaking, unable to run to him, unable to move, but I throw my arms around him when he pulls me to him, cradling my head against his chest. 

"I'll fucking kill everyone of em" he growls, more to himself and my brothers than to me. 

My father strokes my head, along my hair line and kisses the top of my head as I hold onto him.

"They..they put a...an axe...in..in your picture" I tremble. 

"Shhh" he hushes me. "Don't worry about me sweetheart...they're all bark, not bite....they dont have the fucking balls....its just a bar....everythings fine Bexley." he says and I hate him for lying to me. But I don't care , not right in the moment, because I'm too damn scared to be angry.