Ruined (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor

her there with me maybe twice. I guessed Terrance didn’t mind
bringing her around. Maybe she wasn’t just his girlfriend. Maybe she had
reached Old Lady status. It was a weird system, but if you hung around those
guys it was one you were forced to live with.
    “No, I haven’t had much of a chance yet,” was all I
told him.
    There was no point in getting into an argument with
Blake over it. Terrance didn’t have a mother. He and Blake were a lot closer
than my dad and I were because of it. My mother was
the closest thing to a mother Terrance ever had. I had wondered once or twice
since I got back why my mom didn’t tell me about Terrance and Olivia. I
couldn’t hold it against her though, during that time everything had fallen on
her shoulders. It wouldn’t have done any good for me to know about them while I
was sitting in the Bay. I’m sure my mom knew that.
    “Did you have much trouble with the gangs in there?”
he asked next. He was the first one of them to ask me anything about my time
inside.
    “Not really,” I told him honestly. “They kept us
pretty segregated.”
    “In gen pop?” he asked, referring to general
population where everyone was supposed to get along with everyone. I got the
feeling he was fishing now.
    “No, I spent a lot of my time in the SHU.”
    Blake laughed and said, “You don’t say? Why is
that?”
    “Because I didn’t play nice in gen pop,” I told him.
    He laughed again and my dad who was taking a shot
again smiled. Go figure, it was the only thing I had said in four days that had
made him proud. The truth was, I had just refused to segregate with the Aryans,
but that didn’t make the blacks and Mexicans like me any better so when they
wanted to fight with me, I had no backup and I had to learn to fight as dirty
as the rest of them to get along. I got caught with a
shank in my cell. They sent me to Administrative Segregation, which I hated.
There were no windows and no cellmates to talk to and no television. I was
going to lose my mind there, so I attacked a CO. I didn’t hurt him, just pissed
him off. That was what got me into the SHU and that was
where I spent the duration of my sentence.
    While we played, the other club members started
showing up and a few of the nomads I had known years back. I figured whatever
my mom was cooking up was for me and as much as I hated being the center of
attention, I resolved to play nice and let everything run smoothly for her
sake.
    After we had been shooting pool for about an hour,
my mom stuck her head out and said, “Joe, can I see you for a minute?”
    Joe was my dad’s given name and my mother was the
only one in the world who wouldn’t get a bullet in her brain for using it. He
was okay with Bull, which was what everyone called him, but Joe was a no no . Sometimes I thought
maybe that was why my mother used it, just to prove she could .
    “Yeah, sure.” He sat his pool stick down and went inside. After a few minutes he came back
out and told the other guys, “Hey, can I see you guys in here for a sec? Dax you go on and take your turn, we’ll be right back.”
    I didn’t know how my father got away with the things
he did, he was a terrible actor. I guessed it was a good thing he was smart. It
was funny the things my mother could still make him do though.
    Not long after that, they finally called me in and
everyone yelled, “Surprise!” For my mother’s benefit, I acted like I was. It was a welcome home party in my honor.
    My mom and Cookie had outdone themselves on the
food. There was fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, ribs
seeped in barbecue sauce and beans. I was in Heaven. The food sucked in prison
and there was never enough of it.
    My mom also made a big ass cake that said, “Welcome
home, Dax .” It was like I had
been away to war or something. In some small way, I guess that I had. There
were close to a hundred people there and everyone seemed to be in a good mood
and getting along. Since