I accidentally overheard that my biker boyfriend got my best friend pregnant.

"You f.ckin' have to be kiddin' me!" Sacks shouted.

"No, I'm not," Melody—my so-called best friend—replied. "I've been checked, and it's true. I'm pregnant."

I pushed the door open. They turned, shock plastered across their faces.

Before Sacks could speak, I held up my hand. "Don't say anything. I heard enough. You and the skank of a friend are having a baby."

Then I turned to Melody. "You are dead to me. If you ever speak to me, I will rip your head off and throw it in the trash along with the rest of your body—and I don't give a f.ck that you are pregnant either."

I walked downstairs past every club member who claimed we were "family."

I stopped at the door and looked their president, Bolt, in the eye.

"You said I was family. But if this is how you treat family, I don't want it. From this moment, you are nothing to me."

___________

Amanda

Walking through the clubhouse, I can't help but notice the way some of the brothers are giving me odd looks. Others are looking anywhere but at me. Now, that is more than a little strange as they usually shout, 'Hi' at least.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs to the first level of bedrooms, I look around and again everyone, even the club bimbos look away as though they've found something more interesting. I have a bad feeling growing, starting in the pit of my stomach, and a premonition that at any moment things will never be the same.

Ascending the stairs, I quickly make my way to Sacks' room. Sacks has been my man for two years. He made me his old lady six months ago and has spoken about having children and buying a house. I don't know why, but I've always felt it was too early to talk about children. Something always held me back.

Hearing talking coming from Sacks' room, I slow my steps. The door is slightly ajar and although I cannot see who is inside, I hear Sacks' voice. "You f.ckin' have to be kiddin' me!"

"No, I'm not. I've been checked, and it's true. I'm pregnant."

I slowly reach out and with my index finger, I gently push the door until it opens, revealing Sacks standing in front of none other than my so-called best friend, Melody.

They turn their heads toward me as they notice the door opening, and shock crosses their faces. Sacks lets go of Melody's hand, which he'd been holding, and gives me a pained look.

Before he can speak I hold my hand out in front of me. "Don't say anything. I heard enough. You and the skank of a friend are having a baby. Congratulations. I would, however, get tested because, you know, it may not be yours. As for you Melody, you are dead to me, and if you ever speak to me, I will rip your head off and throw it in the trash along with the rest of your body, and I don't give a f.ck that you are pregnant either."

Stepping backwards, I turn in the hallway and start the walk past all the club members present who knew what was happening. All who were supposed to be my friends, or as they like to say, MC family. Some f.ckin' family it is.

"Amanda, wait, let me explain," Sacks shouts and I turn, flipping him the finger, before walking downstairs past everyone who are taking in the drama unashamedly.

I stop as I make it to the door, turn, and look every single one of them in the eye, including their President, Bolt. "You said I was family. But you know, if this is how you treat family, I don't want it. From this moment, you are no longer anything to me. If you see me you don't speak, you don't give eye contact, I do not exist to you, and you do not exist to me." I hear the gasps of shock from the old ladies sitting on one side of the room, but they can all ki.ss my as$.

Stepping out of the clubhouse, I head to my Toyota Camry. It's not a new one, but I've had her overhauled, resprayed and she's doing okay. Hearing my name called, I blank it out, climb into my girl and take off. That's the last time I'll be stepping into this place, I hope. The prospect on the gate tries to stop me, but I keep going and he has to throw himself out of the way or get run over. Either way, I don't give a sh.it.

At my apartment, which I'm pleased I have not moved out of, even though Sacks has pushed for me to move in with him at the clubhouse. He only wanted that, as it was convenient for him, but not so much for me. I'd have to travel across town to work, which would be a nightmare to do every morning at peak traffic times. Blessings come disguised, and this one is a blessing.

Arriving at my apartment, I head inside, lock the door, and pull the sheers, giving me a sense of privacy. In the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water and drink half while standing at the sink. How am I going to tell Mom that her best friend's daughter, who has been my best friend since kindergarten, has been cheating with my man behind my back? It's going to blow their friendship clear out of the water, especially when the baby is mentioned.

My phone rings, and looking at the caller, I block the number. I have no interest in speaking with that cheating a.sshole Sacks. When a text message pings, I see it is from Bolt. Now why the he-ll would the President of the Rampaging Rioters MC want to send a message to me?

Bolt: Can we speak?

Amanda: No

Bolt: I need to have a sit down with you. Talk to you about what has happened.

Amanda: No. Nothing you can say will change my decision to leave the club and all its members behind.

Bolt: I am not giving up trying, Amanda, I want a talk with you when you are over your initial anger.

I don't even bother responding. I'm not interested in anything he has to say. I know he's a good president and has been getting them all out of the dirty stuff that they've been involved with in the past, but it's not my concern.

My phone rings again, and looking at it, I give a small smile as I pick it up. "Hi, Mom, how are you?"

"Well, I'm doing just fine. I had an interesting conversation with Maisy-Belle about Melody."

Sighing because I can hear the rage behind my mother's words. She is going to rant any moment...3...2...1...

"What the he-ll is wrong with that girl? Why was she after your man? Why didn't you tell me you were having problems with her? When did she start being a bimbo to you? Did you know Maisy-Belle had threatened to kick her out of the house because she found out she was sleeping with someone's man? Maisy-Belle didn't know Melody was messing with Sacks, but she has kicked her out now that she knows, even knowing she is pregnant..."

"Mom...Mom....take a breath. I don't know what is wrong with Melody, she's not been nice for a long time. I haven't had actual problems with her, but I've seen how badly she treats people, and I've told her many times to stop being such a bimbo. I have had little to do with her while I've been seeing Sacks, but seems she's been seeing my man too. I'm sorry your best friend is mixed up in this, but I'll speak to Aunt Mais because I hope it won't affect my relationship with her. She's been a surrogate auntie all my life and I don't want to lose her. As for Melody being pregnant, well, I have to tell you, Mom, it could be anyone's. She has been sleeping around for a long time. She is known to have loose legs and I hope Sacks gets tested, and has the baby DNA tested or he could bring up someone else's child."

Before Mom can respond a loud banging on the door startles me. "Hang on, Mom, someone is at the door."

I walk over and look through the spy hole and seeing it is Sacks I walk back into the kitchen. He is not getting into my apartment and if I need to, I'll call the da.mn cops. But first let's see if his president will do anything.

"I'll call you back, Mom. I have something to deal with." Knowing Mom, I cut the call or she'll ask who, what and why.

Amanda: Bolt, you need to order your man away from my door before I call the cops.

Bolt: Don't tell me Sacks is at your door?

Amanda: OK, I won't tell you that, but I'd be a liar

Bolt: Don't open the door. I will have him removed.

I ignore the banging and shouting and head to my bedroom, where I collect a new pack of bathroom pamper items I purchased. Maybe a long soak in the bathtub will help chill me out somewhat!

Amanda

It has been three days since I saw Sacks and Melody in his room at the clubhouse, or any of the MC in general. I'm more than happy that I work as a senior financial administrator at a financial advisory company. It is somewhere that I am confident none of the MC brothers would visit.

While visiting the clubhouse, I have in the past given three of the brothers financial advice, and they were more than happy with the results that the advice brought. Seems they were happy to take the kindness I showed, but not return it when my man decided to cheat behind my back.

Belle is one of the old ladies I had gotten friendly with, she said nothing to me and I'm gutted. If it had been her man, Stone, I would have told her what I had seen.

I don't make friends often because of the work commitment I have. Time is always short and I work hard at my job, saving as much as I can for the house I would like built on the property that my grandfather left to me in his will. The thing this has taught me is to not trust anyone. Old friends, or new, they are not trustworthy. I have my mom, and I have Aunt Mais. I can be happy and contented with that, for now at least.

Picking up my phone from the counter next to the sink where I'm washing my evening meal dishes when it rings, I see it's Bolt once more trying to contact me. I have no idea why he wants to speak to me when he obviously knew what was going on. I don't need him to get involved in this mess, but I need to return the property cut I was given.

Ignoring the call, I finish cleaning up from after my meal and check everything is in its place. When you live alone and in an apartment, you don't want to be leaving a mess everywhere. Happy that everything is as it should be, I go upstairs and shower the day from my body. Humming a sad tune while I shower catches me unaware, but as soon as I realize I turn it into something positive. I can't help thinking that life sucks at times!

Dried and in my boy shorts and t-shirt for bed, I go downstairs to make a hot chocolate. I have been needing something to help me sleep. I found coffee keeps me awake and I'm not a tea drinker. A soft drink has me wanting to rush to the toilet during the night, so I settled for hot chocolate and it seems to work.

Knocking on the door makes me jump because I've no idea who would visit me at this time of the evening. It's early for some, being nine-thirty, but for me, it's a good time to chill out, read, and then slink down the bed and sleep.

Looking through the peephole in the door, I'm surprised to see Bolt. Since when does the President of an MC do personal visits to a past old lady?

Opening the door, I brazen it out as I remember I'm in my PJs, and they are quite revealing. "What do you want?"

Pushing past me, Bolt walks into the living room. I give Gunner, the enforcer of the club, a dirty look as he is standing outside next to his and Bolt's motorcycles. Slamming the door tells him I'd do it to his face if he had been close enough. I hear him chuckle as the door closes, and that only brings my temper up to another level.

Stepping into my living room, I can't help but squint at Bolt, who has relaxed back on the sofa with an arm slung over the top of it. He's looking like he has nothing better to do or worry about. Folding my arms under my breasts is a mistake because I see his eyes flick to them and a tick of a grin starts to form. I'm not going to show him he's made me feel uneasy, so I continue to stand like this and wait.

Seeing I am not going to say anything or take a seat, Bolt sits forward and points at the couch in front of him. "We need to talk. I need to fill you in on some business that has affected you and your relationship with Sacks."

I don't take the seat but continue to give him my 'f.ck off' face. Sighing, Bolt stands, takes my upper arms into his hands, and guides me to the seat. Not being aggressive about it or hurting me. "Come on, Amanda, give me a chance to speak with you."

Sitting, I wait for him to speak, but say nothing because I'm not sure I want to even hear what he has to say.

"Amanda, some of this isn't Sacks' fault. I need to explain to you some of what has been going on." Seeing that I am not going to say anything, he continues, "We found a new supplier of a dr.ug in town. Three of the local college kids have died from the dr.ug, and we had our suspicion of who was involved. One of them happened to be a brother of the club. Now we had to set a trap for him as we wanted all the information that he had. If we are going to keep our streets clean, we have to sometimes do not-so-good things." Which he says with a grimace.

I can't hold back the eyeroll, and it's not gone unnoticed by Bolt, but he says nothing, although I see his eyes sparkle a little with amusement.

"Melody, we found out was buying and selling the dr.ug, but we needed more of who she was buying from, and where it was brought into our area. The only way to do that was to get a brother onboard, one that she wanted, and one that could stomach cheating on his old lady for the good of the town."

I jump to my feet and storm to the door. Opening it, I point to the street. "Get out of my house and never come back. You make me sick, all of you. There are better ways to find out information than having someone hurt emotionally. I'll bring the cut back tomorrow, and you tell Sacks to stay the f.ck away from me or I'll place a restraining order on him. I'll place one on the whole of the MC if I have to, and I'm not joking."

"Let me tell you it all, Amanda. It will make a difference to your decision," Bolt tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away as though it would burn me.

"Let me ask you a question, Bolt," When he gives me a nod, I continue, "Is Melody pregnant with Sacks' baby?"

I can see he doesn't want to answer the question, but I raise an eyebrow and tap my foot while I wait.

"Yes."

"Nothing else to say then. He has himself a new old lady, whether he wants one or not. I will return the cut tomorrow and then the club and I are done. Now, leave or I'll call the cops to have you removed."

"You are making a mistake, Amanda. Sacks doesn't want Melody, he never did. When se.x is involved, accidents happen at times, and he regrets this more than I can tell you..."

"GET OUT!" I scream. Gunner runs from where he'd been standing guard on the bikes and steps between me and Bolt.

Shaking my head as I give Gunner a disgusted look, I slam the door in their faces. After tomorrow, I hope it'll be the last time I see any of them. As for Sacks and Melody, I hope they are very miserable together for years and years and years to come.

Amanda

Walking to the grocery store after work, I run through what I need in my mind. Apples, sugar, all-purpose flour, potato chips. I'm so busy thinking I am not looking where I'm going and bump into someone, bouncing off a hard body before I can veer out of the way.

A pair of hands grip my arms gently, stopping me from falling. Looking up to say thank you, I scowl instead when one of the club brothers is standing, giving me a crooked smile. "Be careful where you're walking," Tank says while still holding onto my arms.

I yank myself away from him. Keeping the scowl in place, I snap, "Thank you," before quickly walking past and into the store.

"Amanda!" I hear, but keep walking, grabbing a cart and pushing it quickly away from Tank, who is standing watching me.

Blowing out the breath I had been holding, I calm myself and think, 'Get what you need, girl, and get out of here.'

My cart is a quarter full and I'm thinking it's going to be too much to carry home if I get more. That has me deciding I'll get this through the checkout and get myself home before I'm tempted to put more into the darn thing.

"Amanda, how are you?"

Turning I see Belle, Jeanette, Sarah, and Bonnie. All old ladies of the club, and so-called family.

Ignoring them all, I turn back, staying my course with my cart to the checkout.

"Come on, Amanda, speak to us." I recognize Sarah's voice, but ignore her and give the checkout clerk a smile that has to look like I'm gritting my teeth.

Noticing Bonnie getting closer, I half turn, giving her a lethal look as her hand stretches toward me to grab my wrist. "Touch me and see what happens. You all forgot I was supposed to be family. Now we are not, so don't speak to me in the future. I'm not interested in what you have to say, or what excuse you have to give."

Belle sniffles and I roll my eyes, letting her see I've done it, before paying the cashier and carrying my purchases out of the store and home.

The club truck is outside with Stone and Tank standing alongside. Lifting my shoulders back, chin up, I march past the best I can with my hands full and ignore the offer to drop me home.

Seems they all want to be friendly now they've been caught out, showing they are not really family, or if you think about it, not even good friends. I can live without them, that's a certainty.

Home at last, I put away the groceries, grab a bottle of water, and throw myself onto the couch in the living room.

Knocking on the door has me sighing and heaving myself off the couch. Looking through the peep hole I smile when I see it is Mom.

Opening the door, I give Mom a beaming smile, but she pushes past and into the living room, turning and folding her arms across her chest.

"What's wrong?" I ask, feeling more than a little worried as to what has rattled her cage.

"Did you steal Sacks from Melody? She was going out with him before you. Is that true?" Mom snaps.

"Is that her excuse? She is saying I stole Sacks from her? You know me better than to even ask me that question, and if you think that I am capable of being a man-stealing-bimbo as she is, then you need to leave." My temper is rising, and I'm more than a little pissed that my mother would come here and ask me these questions.

"Melody told her mother that you stole Sacks from her, not the other way around. I need to know what the truth is."

"The truth is, you need to leave. I am not explaining anything to you. You, as my mother, know me better than anyone, and if you have to ask me that question, then you value your friendship more than your daughter. Get gone. I'm done with everyone right now. Maybe I'll speak with you soon, but for now, you need to leave."

I storm over to the front door, throw it open, and when I see who is standing on the other side, I bunch my fist and throw my arm as hard as I can. It connects with Sacks' chin, sending him back a few steps. I screech and hold my fist because that hurts.

Mom flies to the door, and seeing Sacks holding his chin, she whirls around, opening her mouth to spit insults toward me for being violent. I know my mother well enough to know she'll not like the fact I punched him. I don't even wait to hear it. She's outside the apartment at this point, so I slam the door, lock it fast, and ignore the knocking and shouting.

Grabbing a bag of chips, cookies, and a glass of milk, I climb the stairs and climb onto the bed. Once I've placed everything on the bedside table, I pick up the remote and put the TV on, so I can block out the knocking and shouting. Yes, this will do it, a murder mystery. Yeah, maybe I can get an idea if I need to get rid of two bodies.

At some stage it quietens downstairs. I lean back on the headboard munching and drinking. I had already switched off my phone because of the incessant text messages and calls from Sacks, Bolt, Mom, and even Gunner. Now why Gunner would want to speak to me, I don't know. Don't care either.

Shower done, pjs on, and bed, sheer bliss. I am not at work over the weekends, so I'm going to take the cut back to the clubhouse. I was going to do it yesterday but was too busy at work and by the time I got home, I was tired and couldn't be bothered. If Sacks wants the cut that badly for Melody, he can whistle for it.

The next morning, breakfast over, dishes washed and away, I have no more excuses to not face what I have to do. If the prospect on the gate won't let me inside the compound that suits me fine, I'll drop the cut on the ground and drive away. Sacrilege, I know, but I don't care at this point either. I just want rid of it.

Pulling up to the gate, the prospect slides it open and walks over to the window. Seeing it is me, he gives me a tip of the head to continue into the compound.

"Dang," I mumble to myself because I had hoped he wouldn't let me inside.

Parking at the side of the front door of the clubhouse, I switch off the engine and climb out, dragging the cut from the passenger seat as I do.

Walking into the clubhouse, I ignore everyone who happens to be sitting or standing around. The club bimbos give me a look, and I give Daisy a hard look because she's the one that gave me a hard time, regaling me with all the information about her time with Sacks.

She must sense something in my attitude or body language, as she turns and saunters over to the bar where two other bimbos are standing in what you can only describe as underwear.

Reaching the office, I knock on the door and wait for a response. Once Bolt shouts, "Come in." I quickly head inside.

"Amanda?" Bolts asks, and it's more a question than a statement. "Have you decided to give me the opportunity to tell you more?"

"Nope..." I respond, popping the P as I do. "I'm here to return this, so Sacks, you know the cheating a.sshole, you can give it to his Baby Momma," I say with more than a little attitude. I throw the cut onto his desk and turn to the door, ignoring him trying to speak with me.

Walking through the common room to the main door, I stop when Daisy has gotten her bravery from somewhere to confront me.

"Well, seems you are not that good of an old lady. Getting turned over for another bimbo who has gotten herself pregnant. Said bimbo being your friend, too." Daisy is giving me a satisfied smile, but I lift an eyebrow and wait, showing I don't give a sh.it for her comments.

"Daisy, move away from Amanda." I hear and don't react when I realize it's Bob.

Bob is Jackson. He's the prick son of the National President. Bob is not always here at the clubhouse, as he travels between the chapters, learning the trade, so to speak, before he takes over the position from his father.

"But, Bob..." Daisy whines, obviously trying to get him to allow this confrontation to continue.

"I said move away from Amanda, and move away now before I remove you. By that, I mean I will remove you from the clubhouse and the club, and I don't give a f.ck if you have to live on the street," Bob snarls.

I give Bob a small nod of the head and walk around Daisy and out of the clubhouse. Climbing into the Camry and firing her up before hightailing it out of the compound like my as$ was on fire.

Unknown to me, Bob is watching me leave with a grim look on his face.

Amanda

Monday morning and back to work. The weekend composed of my mother trying to contact me, but as I'm as stubborn as a mule I have refused to take any of her calls once I actually turned my phone back on.

I have missed calls from Sacks, Bolt, Mom, Aunt Mais, and, of all people, Melody!

Messages have been pinging through at an alarming rate since I turned the phone on, and as of yet, I've not bothered to read any of them.

Walking into work, I quickly make my way to my office, where I check emails that have come to me over the weekend. Nothing urgently needs my attention, so I get down to my day-to-day business.

I'm deep into the financial information for one of the consultants, making sure the advice he gives to his client is going to give the dividends he predicts when my door is opened and Ronald, my boss, walks in.

"Well, Amanda, I've had your mother on the phone and someone who says he's your man wanting to speak with you. I, of course, told them both that you were in negotiations and couldn't take calls or meetings with anyone at this time."

Now, Ronald is gay and is more than happy with the fact. He has a husband, Jeffrey, and they are deeply in love with each other. I adore them both, and thankfully they return the feeling.

"Oh," I respond, leaning back in my seat and watching as Ronald gives me a gleeful look.

Blinking fast, holding his hand against his chest with a huge grin on his face, Ronald giggles. "Tell me all! What's goin' on?"

Sighing because I know that now he knows something is amiss. He is not going to stop prodding until he knows everything.

"Okay, this is the short version. I went to the clubhouse to see Sacks. When I got there he was in his room with Melody..."

Interrupting, Ronald sits forward in his seat, arms now folded across his chest and his chin jutting into the air. "Melody, your friend Melody? Is that who this Melody you're speaking about is?"

"Well, if you are quiet, I will tell you," I state, but keep my voice from snapping at him for the interruption. "Yes, my friend Melody. Well, ex-friend at this point. Okay, back to the tale. I heard them talking, and I pushed the door to his room open as she told him she was pregnant, and it was his."

Jumping to his feet and squealing, I shoot back in my seat because, sh.it, he scared the cr-ap out of me for a minute.

"I'm going to give her such a bimbo slap when I see her. What a disgusting human being. All those years you have shared your lives for her to do this to you." Ronald is pacing back and forth at this point, and I'm waiting for him to cool it so we can continue the conversation.