Creed's Assassins MC.

He brought me to a fucking Motorcycle Club! I'm surely going to die. Please make it quick and painless.

"Why are we standing outside Creed's second chapter MC?" My voices comes out as a squeak.

"I'm glad you done your research Ms. Smarty Pants. Reaper started this one up a while ago. His main MC was getting too many prospects and he decided to make a second one. This is my humble abode well, home away from home." He explains with a bright smile on his face.

"How did you get sucked into this life?" I softly ask.

"You remember that fight with my father?" He asks. I watch as his smile turns into a frown.

"Unfortunately." I grumble. He grabs my hand, I guess to keep me from running away or to keep me from going to my grave early.

"You're about to find out." Is all he says as we are about to step onto the massive porch. I start to question what he means every step we take. As we enter, I notice it isn't like how you would picture a clubhouse to be. I hear several women squeals and men voices yelling over the music.

"Ripper!" An older lady squeaks as she charges towards up at high speeds. She has eyes that resemble Damien's. Her hair is a lighter shade of brunette. However, she still has his messy mop of curls on her head. This has to be a family member, but who is she?

"Mom this is Emery. Emery this is my mom Serena but here they call her Sunshine." Damien does the introductions. I stick my hand out to shake hers' once I have gotten over the shock. All three of us begin to walk around the massive open area.

"That's Stiletto in the red shirt. Gunner is the massive guy by the door. Ink is the dude with all the heavy ass ink. Hellhound is the tall scary fucker by the bar. Axle and Gears are seated at the bar with Tomahawk bartending. That is all the important fuckers for now." He says as he points out each one. Each one gives a nod or wave.

"Ripper, just in time my guy." Reaper says as he exits the office.

"No! He should be in school!" Mac yells from the front door. She looks at us with a scary look. I already know what to do. I run behind my mother as Mac starts to take her sandals off and throw them towards me.

"Mac leave the boy alone." Bear's voice is stern and loud.

"Ripper, I need you to take this to our main clubhouse. It's part of our shipment. The rest of us will be taking the remainder of it back." The guy Reaper explains to Damien. All Damien does is nod. I watch as late teens or early twenties guys start to carry black containers out. Some are big enough to hide bodies.

Oh Lord what if they have dead bodies inside them?!

Damien grabs my hand and begins to tug me towards the door. He stops and kisses his mother on her cheek. As we walk out the door, a shoe comes sailing through the air, it whizzes by my head and nails Damien on the jaw.

"Next time stay in school jackass." Mac yells from behind us. Damien flips her off and runs for the car. Leaving me in the crossfires of more shoes soaring through the air in his direction. As soon as I sit into my seat, he takes off without warning. It's a ten minute drive back to Ashby without his speeding. We pull up at another gated community. As the gates open, a big ass banner is on full display.

Creed's MC

We get out as more people exit the clubhouse and pull out two large containers from the trunk. Moments later, Reaper, Hellhound, Mac, Axle, Gears, Gunner, and Bear enter through the gates. The gates close and Reaper hands Damien a thick envelope a they're heading inside. Five minutes later they're exiting the doors as the gates open revealing three teenagers and an older lady in a truck.

"You have to be fucking kidding me." Mac grumbles beside me. As soon as the doors open and all three teens are out the car; it's like World War 20 is happening. Mac stalks toward the children. Before she could open her mouth a boy and a girl begin to ramble on.

"I had it, I didn't need your help." The girl yells.

"Yeah right. He had you by the throat up against the locker as she hammered into your face." The boy screams back. I look at all three closer and notice she looks like she had been through Hell. The two boys don't have many battle wounds.

"Whatever." The girl grumbles.

"All I know is I got a call to come pick up these three because they had gotten into a fight with four football players and some girls. They are suspended for a week." The older lady says as Bear wraps his arms around her.

"Fucking Hell." An unknown male says. Mac rolls her eyes as she grabs two teens by their ears. Damien walks down the stairs and heads towards me. As he is about at the car the unknown male yells out to him.

"Don't forget about the underground fight tonight Daym!"

"I'll be there Dragon. I'm fight number 3, right." Damien asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah! You're number 3. You're fighting Nation." A guy that looks like Dragon says. There's two of them?

"Thanks Knight! We will see all of you there." Damien yells back from the driver door. Wait, WE? What does he mean we? Before I could ask, He gives me look that says 'Yes we.'

"We're going to take this envelope somewhere then we're going to our homes to get changed. Wear a shirt, jeans, boots, and a jacket. Trust me it gets cold underground."

Wait! We have more stops? I have to go to this underground fight ring? What are you showing me Damien? Fear creeps through my bones and out my pores as I think about our next few adventures. Or maybe it's because Damien has hit 80 within ten seconds of pulling out of the gates.

Dear Lord, please make this seat belt stay in place.