A few weeks passed, and Hugh got to meet the person I was closest to on this earth. Bianca was chill, relaxed, and completely at peace with her and her music. I fell into a routine, cooking breakfast, leaving for work, then going to see Bianca and watch her perform most nights.

But there were nights like these that were always out of the ordinary.

Tonight was an official 'Sons of Cocidius' meeting, and dad's house was full of large men and large breasted women. The smell of smoke permeated the air and people were getting it on right where I could see them. It hurt, not just because it was gross to watch 50 year old men have happy time with 20 year olds, but because 50 year old men were getting some, and I wasn't.

Lord, strike me down for the horndog I was, but a girl gotta get some lovin, ya know? Bianca was out performing tonight, getting a job at a rival pub to Loud and Proud, where she performed nightly. It was good, especially since she moved into a small apartment in Ireland.

Of course, every time I went there in the mornings, a new man was climbing out of her bed - looking thoroughly satisfied might I add- and she constantly laughed at the envious expression I had on my face.

Beautiful whore.

Tonight, I had to be there because Seamus was pledging himself to me as my own prospect. I wasn't even apart of the club- which was the source of all arguments that were now arising. I looked to the side, and nearly vomited at the sight of a girl with her tits out swallowing Slater's face whole. By the looks of things, his face wasn't the only thing she would be swallowing tonight.

Seamus walked back inside, weaving his way through the mass of leather to come to my side. Ever since he had been on his feet, he had been following me everywhere. Originally annoying, but now quite cute, the efforts in which he went to be with me, to 'protect me' were outstanding. He was always with me, whether it be errands or just helping me cook. I had once asked him about why he did it- not just as a prospect. He shrugged and turned away, exhaling a breath before murmuring a small "You're the first person to believe in me."

He fell into the seat next to me, cracking open a beer before handing it to me.

"You don't have to accept me Cor" He murmured, voice like honey. Seamus really was too pretty for his own good. I threw an arm over his shoulder, taking a few sips of beer. "Why wouldn't I?"

Seamus nodded imperceptibly, then grimaced as a young girl came over.

She was pretty too, all auburn hair and bright eyes. "You got an old lady now Shay?"

Seamus shook his head, then turned away, effectively dismissing her. Harsh. The girl looked me up and down, hands on her narrow hips. "She sure is old, you into rank pussy now?" It took me a moment to realize the girl was talking to me. I wasn't old. Jeez, teenagers.

Seamus shot up so fast I didn't even know he had gotten up. "Shut your fucking mouth Casey" He snarled, pretty face turning cold. "Don't fucking talk about her like that. While you were out there riding ancient dick, she was here, looking after me" The intensity of his voice frightened me, but I placed a hand on his shoulder, easing him back down. I nodded to him, thanking him, then turned to the girl.

"You got something to say?" I rose to my full height, towering over her stout frame. But the girl was like a wasp- small but always stinging. "Yeah, do you like fucking boys 30 years younger than you bitch?"

I laughed, folding my arms across my generous chest. "I'm four years older than him. So go back to your play pen and leave the adults in peace"

The girl actually started crying- fake of course- but she actually started crying.

Hugh saved the day, walking in all powerful and warm presence.

"Let's start this meeting"

I stopped listening when Ripper walked in. Fights about whether I should be allowed to have a prospect since I wasn't part of the club, and whether I should even be at the meeting because of that. Seamus was sent out a few minutes before because he got too heated and started flipping tables. Still had to ask him about why he was beaten too- but it was still a bit delicate.

Ripper walked in, nodding to dad before sitting in the spare seat next to me, sprawling his long legs out immediately and lighting a smoke. The fights resumed, although most of the women in the club were lusting after Ripper, especially as he combed a hand through his dirty blonde curls. Hugh and Beast were watching him keenly, tilting their heads to the side when they saw him sit next to me.

"How's the meeting going?" He murmured, honey eyes on me. I laid my hands out, gesturing to the people. "You're lookin at it."

Ripper nodded, then folded his arms. "The kid doesn't look too happy outside. Fuckin' up the place, and kickin' shit over"

I laughed, making everyone stop and stare. Fucking hell.

"See pres! She doesn't even take this fucking meeting seriously!" A man on the side said, flailing his arms in a less than biker-ly manner. I sighed, groaning loudly. Dad looked to me, trying to repress the smile that was forming.

A woman stepped up, cold condescension on her heavily made up face. "She's a child, Grizzly. Look at her, laughing when we are all trying to get somewhere. She clearly doesn't have the mental capacity or maturity to handle being a member of this club-if she were to have the opportunity"

Ripper froze, knowing that someone outright insulting me was bound to ignite the flames of anger in my body. He was right. Hugh moved to get up, but someone completely unexpected moved before him and me.

It was Deadeye. He stood, commanding the room in a single movement, his individual eye setting coldly on the woman. "Shut the fuck up and let the boy be her prospect."

I didn't think I could like the old man any more. Acting on an impulse- surprise surprise- I ran from across the room and hugged him with all my might. He stiffened, but gradually relaxed, even patting me on the back with one arm.

I winked at dad before going to sit back down, grinning when I saw his wide eyes and barely suppressed laughter.

Dead eye was by far my favourite.

Ripper had that crooked smile on his face when I sat down, and he shook his head, smoke dangling from his lips. "You're amazing"

I leaned back, letting my thigh brush against his, smiling at the happy feeling my life had become. Ripper glanced down at me, gifting me a heart stopping smile.

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Bianca was at my house the next morning, fighting with an enraged Beast. Oh my fucking God, I needed to watch this.

She stood in front of the house, clothed in a bright tie dyed top and black leggings, piercings and tatts visible for the whole street to see. Beast was hulking and the complete opposite to her yin- deep brown skin and muscles that probably scared steroids, his fists were clenched at his sides. I would be lying if I said seeing him infuriated didn't make me happy.

"What the fuck do you mean I'm not allowed in?" She said calmly, looking into the eyes of Beast.

"How is that so hard to understand! I said you're not allowed in!" Beast raged, looking angrier than ever.

"I'm here to see Corin" Bianca replied, checking over her nails, the calm before the thunderous storm. Beast growled- actually growled- and threw his hands in the air. "Fine! Just get the fuck inside and make noodles. That's what you're here for isn't it? To make noodles and then seduce your way into Hugh's bed?"

Bianca looked up, a flurry of emotion flying over her face before she murmured, voice lethally quiet. "Fuck off you arrogant swine. I told you I was here to see Corin, but since you have shit for brains you didn't hear me. So get your fucking head out of your ass, or I'll shove my foot so high up it, you'll be tasting the leather of my new doc martens"

Beast just stood there, stunned that anyone had the audacity to talk to him like that. I opened the door, and Bianca looked up, pushing past the wall of muscle with a smile on her face. "Yo, Cor, wanna go shopping?" Her tone was completely different, still relaxed- but lacking the edge it did before. I nodded, got changed then walked past a still shocked Beast. Patting him as I walked past, "You'll get over it big boy, she's a ball cutter"

Beast stormed past me and slammed the door in his wake. Seamus shook his platinum head as he followed me, murmuring something about 'two crazy as fuck women.'