Truth and Lies: Chapter 3
Raging Barons MC – Book One – Truth and Lies
Two days since the MC had been in, and Iâm starting to relax again. I donât need the stress. Iâll have to move again when Iâve saved up enough. I donât want to spend my life always looking over my shoulder, but what choice do I have.
Today is my day off, and I hope Suzie doesnât call me in to help out. I want to clean the apartment and do my laundry, I donât have much as I still only have three changes of clothes, but itâs enough for now.
Mid-afternoon, I have everything cleaned, and laundry finished. Looking in my small fridge and cupboards, I think I better run over to the store and do a little shopping. I need to replace the few things that are low and maybe treat myself to something for breakfast for a change.
Eating the last meal with Graham and Suzie is good and saves me money, but I donât always want to eat with them. I canât afford to be too reliant on them or let them into my heart too far because when things go to shit, it will hurt, and it will go to shit. It always does.
Picking up my purse, I head downstairs, and as I pass the kitchen, Graham calls to me.
âYea, whatâs up, Graham?â I ask as I pop my head through the kitchen door.
âAre you goinâ out, Mia?â Graham asks and steps towards me while holding a greasy-looking pan heâs washing.
âJust over to the store. I wonât be very long. Do you need anything while Iâm out?â I ask him, making sure he canât get near enough to drop grease on my clothes.
âNo, I donât think so. But you be careful. Keep your eyes peeled. I have a feelinâ, and I donât ignore it when I get twitchy.â he says, which has me studying his face, and he looks a bit strained.
âAre you okay?â and as I ask, Suzie walks into the kitchen.
âYes, Iâm fine, weâre fine, itâs you Iâm worried about.â Graham states, looking over his shoulder at Suzie, âWe care deeply about you Mia, we donât want anything to happen to you.â
âIf any trouble comes here, Iâll leave. I wonât bring it onto your heads. I care about you too, and I donât want anything to happen to you either.â
âJust keep your eyes open; stay alert,â Suzie says, taking my hand and squeezing it.
âI will.â Leaving the diner to do my shopping, I keep my eyes open as I walk the short way down the street and then cross the road, seeing nothing and no one out of place.
Walking around the store, I pick up the items I need placing them in my cart, but I enjoy the time away from the diner, so I have slipped into a daydream.
Reaching the register, I place my items for the young woman to ring through. While Iâm paying, I hear a familiar voice, and looking up, I see a reflection in the window of two bikers. Paying, I quickly walk out, keeping my eye on the window, and my heart is jumping nearly out of my chest
That was Gunner and Crack, the one that first came into the diner. I want to stay well away from all of them.
Keeping my head down, I quickly head back to the diner and around the back, entering through the back door of the kitchen.
Graham looks up and knows something is wrong and rushes over to me, âWhat? What is it, Mia?â
âBikers in the store. One was Gunner, the one I was with, whose daughter I was accused of hurting. He was with one that was here the first time those bikers came in. I recognize him now, too; heâs Crack the Enforcer of the club.â I rush to say, keeping my voice down in case anyone hears in the diner.
âGo up to your apartment and stay there. If anyone asks, youâre not around today.â Graham pushes me towards the stairs, and I jog up them and lock myself in my apartment, taking a deep breath and praying Iâm not found.
Crack
Coming out of the store, I look across the road and remember the diner and the meal I had. âGreat diner over the road, do you wanna go?â I ask Gunner, Iâm still not back to normal with him, âThey do some great food, and Iâm fuckinâ hungry.â
âYea, why not, could eat somethinâ, sick of the swill Cara throws at me.â Gunner moans, âIâve been eatinâ at the clubhouse when I can.â
As we walk over to the diner, I think about Zara and have not seen her around for quite a while. âHowâs Zara? I havenât seen her around for ages.â
âFine as far as I know.â Gunner replies, but he doesnât seem sure.
âWhat do you mean as far as you know?â I ask, not liking this at all.
âIâve not been to the house in two weeks. I donât want to be around Cara. Sheâs drivinâ me crazy with her whining and moaning. She always wants more money or somethinâ. Iâm keeping away from her.â Gunner tells me looking pretty damn miserable, if Iâm honest.
âSo youâve not seen Zara? Her birthdayâs soon, isnât she gonna be thirteen? A damn teenager, sheâll be a young lady before you know it.â I say, trying to keep my voice even as I feel like swinging for him and his lack of concern.
âYea. Sheâll fly the nest before we know it,â he replies just as we reach the diner.
Opening the door, we pick a table to keep our backs to the wall and look over the menu. As I look up, I notice the young woman is not around by the looks of it. She was a pretty thing. I wouldnât mind spending some time with her.
An older lady walks over with cups and coffee pot, filling them once sheâs placed them in front of us.
âWhat can I get you today?â she asks and sounds a bit nervous. Mind you, plenty of people are with us wearing our kuttes.
âI had chicken pot pie last time I came in. It was the shit. Do you have any today?â I ask her, and she gives me a slight smile.
âYes, we have them today. What would you like with that?â
âLarge portion of fries will do with that,â I tell her and place my menu down.
âWhat about you?â She asks Gunner, giving him what looks like a wary look.
âIâll have the same,â he tells her, without looking up. Then he throws his menu down, which has her jumping.
âNo young lady today?â I ask her, giving her one of my winning smiles.
âOh, no, not today.â and before I can say anything else, she scuttles away and into the kitchen.
âWho you talkinâ about?â Gunner asks.
âWhen I was in last time, there was a real pretty young woman serving. She took my eye.â I tell him.
âYou wanted in there?â he smirks at me, âNot seen you with the club whores of late.â
âNo, Iâm lookinâ for somethinâ special. Sick of the skanks, you can have them. I want someone worth havinâ, someone whoâs not just a hole to stick it in.â I state with an attitude.
âNo such thing, Crack. Itâs just an illusion,â he says, sounding jaded.
Oh, yes, there is. I know as I saw it in Miriam, she loved him and his girl. He was just too stupid to trust it and her. Iâll kill Cara if I find out she lied, and Iâm sure she did. My worry at the moment is where Zara is as she is usually around, and Iâve not seen her for days.
The rest of the meal passed quietly, the food is just as good as it was last time, and Iâm sure Iâll be calling in here often.
Once weâve eaten, we head back to the clubhouse, and I hope an early night for me. Iâm sick of all the shit and drama that kicks off lately.
Zara
After sitting in the room watching Zip work his computers, I point at a laptop, and he nods yes, I can take it. I snatch it up and carry it to my secret room, which is in the loft area of the clubhouse. I can get to it through the storeroom upstairs, and if I put the hatch back into place, no one knows Iâm up there.
Scrambling up, I make sure I close myself in, then go into the middle of the loft and sit, open the laptop and switch it on. I donât know much about computers, but Iâm going to learn, and maybe Iâm young, but Iâm not stupid.
Iâve learned a lot watching Zip over the last few months. I write notes, so I donât forget things essential to finding when Miriam will leave prison.
I start to search newspapers from the time it all happened. Maybe Iâll learn things that everyone was hiding from me at the time.
A couple of hours later, Iâm tired. I crawl over to the pile of bedding I took from other peopleâs beds at the clubhouse to make a type of bed for me to sleep on up here. I sit on the bedding and grab a protein bar from the box. Iâve been storing things to snack on and bottles of water, a couple of cans of soda too.
While eating my bar, I think about why dad isnât coming home anymore and why he doesnât want to see me or spend time with me. I didnât do anything wrong, but I feel like Iâm being punished for something.
After the bar and a bottle of water, I curl up on the bedding and fall asleep.