Lucky-Savage Wraiths MC Novel – Maya said. We sat in Holly’s pool house, trying to guess what name the new girl at the clubhouse would choose. Maya and I had grown up in the Savage Wraiths MC as its only “princesses”; when no one treated you like a princess, the title seemed useless. Don’t get me wrong, no one abused or hurt us. It was more like we were invisible to the men in the MC, including our fathers. “How many Mercedes, Ruby, and Venuses have we met?” I asked quizzically.
Holly stared at us in amusement. Of the three of us, she didn’t belong to the MC. She grew up with a mother and father who worshipped her and her siblings and always had enough to spare for Maya and me. There wasn’t a recital, game, or event that I couldn’t remember Mr. and Mrs. Cook not being at for all of us, even when our parents didn’t bother to show up. Maya and my dads were part of the original five of the Savage Wraiths.
My father was the current Sergeant at Arms of the MC, and her dad was their Vice President. “So what do you think she’ll choose?” Holly asked, still smirking at our conversation. The reality was we were avoiding the actual problem, which was that tomorrow we would graduate high school and go off to college, and our parents wouldn’t even be there for it. As much as we’ve gotten used to our parents standing us up or not showing up for us, it doesn’t make it any easier.
At least Lance and the boys will be there for us. Maybe. Lance “Lucky” Donavon was Brick’s son, the President of the MC. He was next in line to take the gavel and the love of my life. I’ve loved that boy since we were kids; he would protect me from everyone and anyone. However, lately, he’s been distant. We started dating during my junior year of high school and have been together ever since. He would be joining the MC soon; he started prospecting for the MC last year as soon as he turned eighteen.
The turmoil I felt was choking me, but I couldn’t stay. I wish he understood that the MC that he loves and is so proud of is something that brings me pain every day. It’s childish to feel jealous of a club, but when your parents and boyfriend loved the club more than they loved you, it made plenty of sense. “I’m putting my money on Candy or Kitty.” I said with a laugh. “I’m curious to see which girls will become club girls after tomorrow?” Maya asked with a disgusted look. Year after year, it never failed; months after graduating high school, some girls who never left town became club girls.
The thought is genuinely disgusting when you know that most of the men in the MC are twice their age. “I know Grace will be there front and center.” I said, annoyed. Grace Carlson was the typical high school mean girl. She has tried for years to make my life hell simply because Lance chose me instead of her. I try never to judge women for what they do with their bodies; at the end of the day, that is their choice.
However, Grace makes it hard not to judge, especially when she purposefully seeks other guys in relationships and constantly tries with Lance. “Ok, enough about the club. Are you guys excited about leaving next week?” Holly was trying to get us to change the subject, and we complied because it was easier than admitting our fears and concerns.
We were leaving for college and would be living together to save money since Maya and I received scholarships, but it was just enough to pay for tuition and books. Holly also received a scholarship, and her parents are renting a place for her to live, so we would stay with her and pay rent three ways. Maya and I already had jobs lined up since we visited the campus, requested financial aid, and were approved for the work-study program.