Scarlett's Revenge

This is strictly a roleplay account. This character, Scarlett Elizabeth Anderson, is completely fictional and nothing posted is to be taken as fact. I do not own any of the photographs I post,. Enjoy her story. Scarlett's RP page: http://www.roleplayer.me/798423

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Under new management...

“Okay, Red, let’s see what we have.”

Placing a cancer stick between her teeth, bouncing it up and down then finally lighting it; her voice finally heard as she looked at two of her guys…Randy and ‘Mouse’…”Well, we will get our money’s worth for this renovation.” A jovial tone coated her words as she stepped towards the front door reaching the handle then watching as the door fell from the hinges and laughter burst forth from her lips. Broken burnt wood and glass now covered her black heeled boots as she kicked around the debris. Shaking her head at the site of the garage and clubhouse that once stood here proudly as if it was the centerpiece of the city now down to ruin as it had been destroyed by people she cared about and loved…not knowing the whole story behind it all.

Inhaling the grey smoke from her Marlboro, her emerald green eyes looked around as she made her way through the burnt out hallway and as beams laid bare broken or bent hoping something would hold them up.  The scene of smoke and fire invaded the senses as she further made her way in shaking her head when she reached the spot when Sin’s Harley had been kept…protected from the everyday life…the gunfire and the blood…a reminder to her of the love she had lost but the spot had been emptied for a while as she had removed it to run it…to make sure the oil had not turned to sludge but it was almost destroyed in all of this chaos. 

Taking the last drag of the short cigarette, she dropped it to the floor before stepping on it to snuff it out not wishing to cause another flare up of red hot flames as she heard the sounds of water dripping from the skeletal remains of her home.  Yes, this garage and clubhouse was her home even though she did live in her own place but this is where her life was…her brothers were…the drinking, the partying…the business but not now.  Kane had to scout around to find a new place for the Eighth to have church, which ended up being her sister’s tattoo shop.  She remembers how Sav took the news and laughed softly to herself.

”Really, sis?! Why my shop?  Couldn’t they have found another?”

‘No’ was the answer the red head femme had given to her baby sister but the smile on her face told the entire story as Scar had found it funny that her life was now coming into her sister’s.  The one that was an old lady to a rival club member but was killed by another…she knew the irony was strong in that situation but also knew how her sister was in pain. 

Footfalls carried her further inside as she saw the old bar, now half of it dropped to the floor burnt and turned to ash by the explosion of flames. The red head femme never thought that the way Outkast was destroyed would happen.  She always knew someone would try to blow them all to hell and back but not a member’s old lady.  A soft chuckle came from her lips as she shook her head…a woman pissed off brings a lot of damage and destruction.  As she continued to make her way around, she stepped on the memories of the past knowing a new future awaited them but now it would be a long road to haul as things had changed…and she wasn’t sure how to get everything back on track.

 ~ Months Later ~

It had been a month since Eighth Sorrow had made their existence known once again…at the base of the Black Hill Mountains as the annual bike run to Sturgis…one week of partying,  business and just showing off.  It was a great to see the retired, the nomads, and the other chapters show a strong force…letting others know that the Eighth had not died in the rubble of the flames and destruction.

Now music and loud voices invaded her sense of hearing as she took another shot of whiskey watching some guy getting a tattoo from her sister as the other brothers were finding their Mama for the night…it was old times all over again but it wasn’t the same building.  It had taken months to get the garage and clubhouse back but now that Lincoln wasn’t the president…it wasn’t the same but she knew that they had to move on expanding and building the other chapters up…especially the newer one on the East Coast. 

But Kane…the other elder of the club…was now in command and he would bring back the Eighth to what they were but he also knew that it would take the time they never had before and it would be a slow process…to be done correctly…so the club didn’t implode as it had done before. The keys to Outkast had been handed back to Lincoln to run while the rest gathered business from old friends…territory slowly coming back to them…Messages of dominance given as the bloodied and bruised were the ones that were left to tell the tales of the Eighth’s return. 

Under new leadership but open for business. 

[ The term Mama is one that the Hell’s Angels use for the women who hang around the clubs.  They are not the old ladies of the members. ]

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A new beginning...

As the sun illuminated her hair as she lies back on the seat of her Harley, a smile formed on her lips as she watched the business of the garage coming along nicely under the watchful eye of Kane, the one that had taken her place as Vice-President.  She was happy that he had taken the responsibility because when she left, nothing mattered to her anymore and the club needed a strong leader if and when Blondie fell…which he had…they all had.  But now things were coming back around…slowly but surely. 

“It seems we had more to repair than we thought, “ her raspy voice soft as she spoke to the other man standing nearby watching as he nodded his head not saying much as they all knew how pissed off everyone was with Blondie for allowing shit to hit the fan…but weren’t they all to blame for it? Weren’t they all at fault for this shit?  Often, she wondered that and had more since she called the guys back to Los Angeles.  Her beating, Link’s in jail before she got the protection detail on him…an order no one had to give her but one she knew had to be taken care of.

“Red, we have a lot to do while he sits behind those bars…you know this.”

Red head nodding in agreement knowing the man spoke to truth…too much had to be done to bring them…the Eighth back to its power that it once had but maybe this time…egos and arrogance won’t get in the way…but the red headed beauty wondered if it was possible.

Her slender fingers reached into the jean vest she was known for with the <i>Fuck Off</i> on the lower left corner of it as her colors were hanging casually over the leather seat and chrome of her Harley when she finally pulled out her pack of Marlboro Reds and the lighter that she had taken from Bear…the oldest of them all…the one that they should listen to for advice but the young’uns rarely listened to the man that was like a father to them all…a smirk curled the corners of her lips as she placed the cancer stick between crimson lips watching the flame dance in front of her before she inhaled the grey smoke.  Kicking her leg over to one side lifting her slight frame from the chrome monster she rode, she stood next to the Kane as his focus was on the rabble and destruction of the building before them both. 

“I wasn’t here…I only heard about how this happened and why, Kane.”

That familiar raspy voice soft as she spoke when she saw a reaction out of him…finally and she felt his eyes upon her before she turned her head slightly to the side seeing the frustration in his eyes; and she knew a part of it was for her. <i>”You left at a bad time, Red and you were the one that could have saved a lot of this,”</i> that damn soft but strong voice of his echoed in her ears but she did not say a word as she knew he was not done.

”You left when this club needed you but I can’t put all the blame on you, Red…we all left the club and let Link take it all and watched as the King fell.”

She watched as he shook his head at his own words knowing that they were all true.  She had left…Sin had died but she stayed taking out her vengeance but it was when Niko died, she had had enough but the deals her brothers were making were dangerous placing them all in danger. 

The guns…the drugs…the gangsta thinking of the streets were overwhelming them as the vermin and slugs of their world…yes…even in their world of crime and making money; there were people lower on the totem pole to the Feds.   A half assed smile formed on her lips as the thought ran through her head knowing the words that had falling from the man’s lips were the truth.  Link was back in prison for violating parole.  She couldn’t believe the asshole had lost control of himself even after the new baby.  She wanted to kick his ass but knew the blonde man hadn’t been the same since they forced him to see the shrink that played with his head.  Once he had gotten away from her and it was as if he was a victim of Stockholm syndrome but now he couldn’t do anything on his own or his decisions didn’t make sense….they all knew something was different. 

“Kane, I am not saying it was a good or bad time but I don’t think any of us staying was a great thing either…too much had transpired and too many enemies had bounties out for our heads…ALL of our heads.”

Smoke escaped her lips as she spoke before taking another drag from the cigarette and dropping it to the ground for the toe of her boot to snuff it out before taking steps towards the shell of a building that was once thriving with life and laughter. Removing her sunglasses and now narrowing her eyes in the light of the sun, she could still smell the smoke in the wood that was left standing.  It seemed as if the past mistakes tried to burn themselves away but in the ash…they still lie there waiting for the gravediggers to bury it finally. 

Turning to see the man that was now the president of the club, she knew the Eighth could be what they were but better and stronger than before remembering the brotherhood and family…as well as making money. 

“This building is this club’s home…strength and business…for this club to be a club we need to get this building back to what it was.” 

Her words rang true and it was the first step in many to get shit with the world right again.

  …to be continued…

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The Prison Visit...

A familiar sight as a cigarette dangled from crimson lips being held by teeth as she wiggled it up and down, sunglasses shielded emerald green eyes as the same sunlight that was blinding to her eyes glistened her red hair. The corner of her lips curled into a smirk as her eyes read the sign:

California State Petitionary

“Well…Blondie…it seems we all have some shit hit us.” Words softly fall from her lips as she shakes her head.

It had been weeks since she was left for dead in the alleyway in New Orleans just off of Bourbon Street…weeks since the man she loves and thought dead for five years returned to her as she laid dying in a hospital pissing her off an setting her demons into a tether.  Anger filled her at the memory of Bear and Sin telling her that Lincoln knew the truth the entire time…the others knew as well and even though they knew the grief….the suffering…the loneliness…the loss of an innocent child she endured and the vengeance that was unleashed, none told her the truth.  She knew that they wished for her to get out as Bear had explained it to her and she had forgiven the others…Lincoln and Sin would not ones that got her forgiveness quickly. And their plan for her to leave never did work and so much blood but it never took the plain or heartache away.  

But she survived…numb to it all…

The red head inhaled the last of the grey smoke of the cancer stick before dropping it to the ground stamping it out with the toe of her boot covered foot before determined footfalls take her to the front door of a building of brick and mortar as well as stone…one where she never thought she would go voluntarily again. The familiar smile on her lips as she walked inside the air conditioned building…suits and dresses all around as the lawyers and Feds walk about as if they own the place. Oh how she cannot stand authority but here she was in the middle of it.

“Step forward please…”  

Looking forward she heard the old man telling people to walk through and to leave any weapons they have up front.  A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she walked towards the line reaching for the K-Bar knife she had around her thigh and nodding her head in his direction as she received the normal looks of disbelief at the weapon she had.  “A girl has to protect herself,’ she said with a jovial tone lacing her voice and a shrug of the shoulders as she walked through the loud annoying machine…and of course it didn’t go off.  The red head wasn’t here in lieu of a prison break…she was here to talk to her President even though it seemed a lifetime since he was called that…it was what he would always be to her, as well as friend and brother…family.   As she passed through the detector and fully inside, she wasn’t worried of being arrested as these stupid fools couldn’t find enough evidence on her or the others to keep any of them locked up.  The Feds were use their beloved RICO power to try and take members away but the trumped up charges never would stick.  If there were bodies, they all knew how to hide them when they were done…or at least some of them.  It wasn’t long before she found her way to the waiting area and a wall to lean against and memories of the past came into view…the days of the finest and the days when all hell broke loose on all of them.  They had always looked over their shoulders but at the time the brotherhood was intact. Loyalty, honor and family were the mentality along with trust but now they are scattered to the four winds.  And with Link in prison, she knew she had to gather them once again.  She had sent word out before leaving New Orleans and she had three of them with her already…Sin…Niko as well as the old timer, Bear; she had talked him into coming home, even though it did not take much. She knew the others would follow suit as they trusted the fiery red head even though she had retired her patch, she was still someone that could bring them home and rebuild the MC follow a new plan that Link and Sin had once spoke of when the devils came upon them.

“Visitor for Lincoln Albrecht, follow me please.”

Pushing off the wall, she put the Zippo lighter that she had been opening and closing back into her vest pocket as she followed the well-dressed uniformed female.  The red head had to smile as the last time she was here was when she had been arrested for some bogus charge. The Feds tried to hold her but an attorney loyal to the club was able to get her out saying the charges were trumped up and there was no proof of crime done. The looks on their faces when she smiled at them when they were ordered to un-cuff her and let her go was priceless.  They were so sure that they had her that time.

Entering the room and being told it would a few moments but to sit down. “Bossy bitch, that one is,” she said to herself softly chuckling as she sat.  The room was always cold in temperature and she often wondered if they wanted the ones in here to freeze to death.  Maybe admit to a crime that they didn’t commit just to get a chance to thaw from the frozen iceberg that they had become. But there she sat…waiting.

Talking the lighter out once again just for something to do, she flicked the lid open and close over and over again. Then she heard the buzz sound of the alarm announcing that the door was about to be open.  Dark emerald green eyes looked up when the door finally opened and she saw the blonde man coming through, cuffed and being escorted. The corner of her lips curled into a smirk before her raspy voice was finally heard.

“Hello Blondie…Have any sinful secrets you need to tell me about?”

And with a wink and a smile…Two members of an old MC were reunited…            

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Going home...

Emerald green eyes staring down at the floor of the modest hotel room she had being hold up in since she left the hospital listening for anything to register in her ears but nothing…no knocking…no voices…nothing except the sound of the six foot one dark haired man soft and steady breathing as he slept.  Long legs wrapped by her arms as her mind was going over everything that had happened….and she couldn’t believe all of this shit was going down now. Long fingers travel through her matted and messed up red hair breathing slowly trying to remember when the world was turning in the right direction.  

Emerald eyes scanning the tables for a cancer stick before she finally moved her body to retrieve one.  Wiggling it between her teeth, she rummages through Sin’s pant for his lighter and a smile adorned her features when she saw it.  The sterling silver Zippo with a skull and guns on it was the last thing she had given to the man that was sleeping soundly, probably the first in many years as her own sleep had been ruined ever since he died “Oh how everything has changed.” Her voice was soft so she would not wake him. Her thumb softly touched the lighter before lighting the flame and inhaling the grey smoke before she placed the lighter on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his moving some stray hair away from his forehead. “My beautiful and handsome Sin,” she whispered before turning to look out the window.

Sin is alive and well…and he is here.

Laughter softly fell from her lips at the memories of him returning, the fighting began as if time stopped.  She wanted to kick his ass but her own wounds and sore body wouldn’t allow her…maybe it was because she was still in shock but her own inner demons were feeding rage that she did get a few slashes into him with his own K-bar. “Just like old times,” her raspy voice soft as she joked but she could not deny the fact that she was happy that he was alive and back but it didn’t mean she still wouldn’t get a few more shots in before she felt better.

Buzz….buzzz…buzz…

Burner phone dancing on the table in front of her knowing that something was wrong…which brother was in trouble now? She asked silently knowing that is the only reason why that phone was used.  Tossing what was left of her cigarette into a small glass filled with water, she finally picked the phone up and softly sighed when she saw it was from Bear.  Text: Lincoln is heading to jail.

Shaking her red head, she lets out a sigh knowing that he was heading to jail for all of the shit the MC was going through and had been through. She knew the blonde man was doing something now that wasn’t even a part of them as the club had dispersed when all hell broke loose years ago.  Brothers lost, families gone as the Eighth ended up in a world of fucked up shit and were taking apart for it. Deaths, jail time or just disappearing was what they all did.  But the shit was still hitting the fan but she was still the one that the guys contacted…the one they knew would always bail them out or stitch them up.  They were her brothers…her only family and the ones she was loyal to.

She knew that she should go see him but she was angered by the fact that knew of Sin’s plan and had agreed to it.  But he was still her president and ally…and friend.   Would she kick his ass when she saw him on the outside?  She didn’t know but she knew if she was sitting in jail, he would come to her.   “Damnit, Blondie. You always know how to ruin a good time,” she said softly hearing the man sleeping begin to move trying not to wake him.   Lincoln was not one for subtly but the red head knew what he had done but she didn’t judge him for it and she had heard he had turned himself in but she wasn’t sure.  She knew that only a few knew of her near death experience but the others were learning of it as Bear was getting the word out and her phone was blowing up with messages from the others. She knew she could pull everyone back together but she also knew she needed to talk to Link about it first.

A sigh falls from her lips sitting on the side of the bed lighting another cigarette, the one thing that probably will be the death of her at some point…not a bullet or a knife but these damn little sticks. Looking down and caressing his flesh of the man that had come back into her life, her demons laugh deep within taunting her and she knew she had lost the battle but there would be others but not now. Inhaling the smoke, she sent a text to Bear.

Get the guys. We are going home!

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[Flashback…]

“I want you out of this life, Red!  This has gotten far more dangerous than we both or even Lincoln could imagine.”

Dark hazel eyes gazed into green ones as she heard the words fall from his lips laced with concern but the club was their family and she would stay but she did wonder if he was right.  He usually was when it came to situations like this and the two had talked about leaving the life opening up a garage of their own and going straight but then they would drink and have sex making the idea something of a notion or even a joke.  The fiery femme knew the only way out of the life was by death or retiring the patch but neither of them was willing or ready to do that.  Retire their patch and leave?  Could they even do that?  When she finally spoke the words, she even doubted the truth to them.

“I will be fine, babe.  You know I always am and can take care of myself…and of you.” 

Once the words had left her lips, the sound of gunshots echoed off of the metal walls of the warehouse as gunfire sprayed their way from their enemies. The group was there to pick up a new shipment that had just come in from Europe but these assholes had other ideas.  The red head and the others scattered behind large crates pulling their weapons firing back. Scarlett had pulled her two M1911 9mm pistols from their hiding place at the small of her back taking aim and firing but the hissing of the bullets whizzing by her and the others kept them all hunkered down behind their stationary defenders. Trying to move to another location, she was quickly fired upon and kept in her place.  They were all trapped like animals and she knew someone had to think quickly and make a move…hopefully it wasn’t the ones shooting at them.  

But what happened next were the fates changing the rules of the game…and not playing fair. 

The sands of time stopped falling in the hour glass when her darkened hazel hues watched as the man who was her everything…her best friend….her lover…her teacher…the one that taught her so much fall to the ground as one of the bullets pierced into his flesh.  She felt the warm liquid splatter onto her face as her gaze never left what was happening.  

“SIN!”

She screamed as she ran out from behind the crate of weapons she was hiding behind not caring about the bullets whizzing by her as she falls to the ground next to the dark haired man. Her hands upon his body trying to find the wound but instead grabbing the leather cut and the shirt underneath trying to pull him out…to pull him to safety but he was too heavy for her as she was trying to stay low. Shifting her weight, the red headed one was able to get to her knees and pulled him towards the green wooden crate that she had been hiding behind.  It wasn’t much but since they were both hovering over the ground; it was a safe place…safer than being the targets in the open.  As she did so, the memories of an argument or one of many returned to her.  “If anything ever happened to me, do not try to save me but keep yourself alive.” She remembers his voice so well when he spoke those words and of course, she had to fight him on them but she was a challenge to him and it was one reason he loved her. 

“You are going to be okay, baby.  Focus on me, look at me Sin.” Her words trying to reassure him but when he was losing too much blood and it coated her fingers and hand.  

And then everything went silent…no gunfire…no yelling…nothing.  Hazel orbs glancing around quickly to see her brothers in arms making sure everyone was dead or dying before they went to rest upon the man in her arms. Green eyes met hers and then his familiar voice…

“I love you baby… always have and always will…”

She was about to reply when sound was finally heard…the last breath leaving him in a soft sigh.  Screaming out in pain as she felt everything inside of her break but especially her heart…she felt the tears fall from her eyes staining her cheeks. “No, don’t touch him!” She cried out when Niko and Lincoln tried to pick him up but the red head would not have it…not yet.  And it was then her lips kissed his for the last time…still warm feeling full of life but when he did not respond to her own, she knew he was gone.  

[Present…]

Darkness is all she has around her…peaceful darkness.  Nothing was there as she felt as if she were floating but was she? She did not know nor did she truly care.  She knew the pain was gone…for the moment or for eternity. Memories and images of years gone by invade her slumber…painful and heart felt images.  Sin. The man she gave her heart and body too willingly was gone and she was on the edge of the pinnacle of life and death…but in the darkness where she felt nothing, she finally felt something…

A tear streaming down the side of her face.  

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Beep…beep…beep…

Annoyance is how she would describe the sound invading her sense of hearing. Somewhere in the distance recess of the darkness her mind dwells…or is she dead?  What happened to her?  Where was she?  

This is something she wasn’t sure of. 

Nothing was familiar to her as darkness and light were fighting for her soul and internally she heard laughter. She was laughing at herself for even thinking she had a soul left after everything she has done or had done in the past and outrunning Death constantly but what was left within her?  Was she just a shell of herself that was lost many years ago when she was abused by her father and his friends or did it come later when she felt the warm blood of her father’s upon her hands after she had bludgeoned him to death?  She didn’t care but the thought the good and evil fighting over her made her smile deep within.

Beep…beep…beep…beep…

There it was again disturbing her slumber.  That same damn annoyance she first heard moments ago or what she remembers as moments ago.  Faster it chased the first sound as images repeated themselves in her mind’s eye.  What was she watching? Someone being beaten nearly to death.  Read hair and tattoos…Was it her?  Was she the one she sees in the images? 

Blood and pain…

As the images repeated themselves, pain radiated throughout her body. Then she heard the annoyance in a steady line…never stopping… Flat-line? 

Seconds…minutes…

Gasping for air as life comes back to her…  And the annoyance becomes real.

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Life or death...

”Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword…”

Looking down at her bruised and bloodied knuckles, she smiled.  The fiery red head had always had a knack for negotiations when she needed them.  Some went well with the sound of the banging of a headboard against a wall or the sound of screams from the asshole she was beating the hell out of trying to get them to see her side of things…

And this time was the latter instead of the former…which disappointed her.

“You know you owe me that money, Cap!  And I won’t take no for an answer. You should know this about me by now.” Voice laced with sarcasm taunting the young Castiano son now lying at her boots bleeding from the wounds she had inflicted on him. She knew she was pressing her luck with this one but she didn’t care as she was all about the business but she was also being quite reckless. But how else would people expect her to be?  She was an enforcer for the MC as well as VP, at one time but when her old friend was murdered and she bared witness to the funeral and the pain, she retired her patch…something maybe she should have done when her old man, Sin, was killed but she hid her pain within her family.

Giving the kiss one last kick before leaving the warehouse, she flicked her cigarette lighting the accelerant of gasoline that Bear had laid down on the merchandise.  Flames engulfed the boxes and anything else it touched and laughter was heard falling from her lips.

 …..Days Later……

New Orleans was active that night….Tourists and natives of the Crescent City alike dancing, drinking enjoying the night. Familiar cigarette from her Marlboro box between her teeth as she had just finished the blunt that Bear had given to her not an hour earlier, she lit.  It had been a few days since the two had paid a visit to the Castiano newt but they had found out who his boss really was and Scar knew the name and yes, in some way she feared the man behind the name as he was a ruthless piece of work and had crossed paths with members of Eighth Sorrow in the past but she wanted New Orleans under her belt.

She was not one to stay on Bourbon Street as she turned down an alley heading towards the paralleling road to hit some of the bars there. But she would not make it.

Biting the hand that cove red her mouth, she heard a man scream while her elbow hit the man in the rib cage. Fighting every step, she was able to escape the grasp before she was over powered by another. Fire burned and radiated from her cheek as the impact of the man’s hand delayed its reaction but when the nerves came alive, she felt it all. Punches here and there on her body before she nearly lost consciousness but she felt hands grab her arms pulling her….dragging her into another part of the darkened alley.

”It seems that our little Red is out by herself and she isn’t as big and bitchy as everyone thinks.”

Lifting her head spitting blood on the bastard’s shoe who spoke to her, a smile brightened her features taunting them.  “Is that all you got?!  Hell, even your weak little boy had more.” She knew her mouth was to get her into trouble one day as it had in the past but she didn’t care. She had to be strong to survive.

Not long after she spoke her words, she felt more punches to her body. Her right eye was swollen, she presumed, as she could barely see out of it anymore. Pain increased throughout her body and breathing was shortened and becoming labored with every new hit to her body.  And on the last punch, she dropped to the floor knowing her blood was slowly spilling from her when she heard a sound she knew all too well…

…the cocking of the hammer of a pistol…

…And then there was nothing…

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Games...

Truth over lies? Are you strong enough to know? Torment, torture and pain...it is what you will know Once you are allowed to know me, if I allow it... You will burn and be destroyed. I will watch you suffer enjoying the view... Shall we begin our game of Truth and Death?

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The meeting at Red Rocks.

New Orleans…Las Vegas…Los Angeles… The Deadly Sins of the mortal world besides the normal seven and then the other ones which are the worse out of them all and yes, the fiery red head has probable broken every one of them ten times over and going back for more. She had always said she was going to hell in a few religions and even the Devil would give his throne to her. A smile curled her lips at the thought.   In the past two weeks, she had been flown to New Orleans for a business deal and some much needed exercise whether by beating the hell out of an enemy of Patrick Pierce or if it was to get a nice work out riding the man. The night of their debauchery was one filled with not so many words but a lot of sex and alcohol, something that the red head had needed since taking her new position in the company. She knew she was going to be the street level eyes and ears as well as muscle but she never knew that he was going to give her the deed to the garage plus everything she obtained with in there. She knew he was giving her the opportunity he gave to Ridley but the difference between the two women…Scarlet could walk the talk and half the time, no one knew what she was doing until money was made or someone disappeared when needed. “Red, we have another delivery coming today and we also need to make a delivery,” she heard Mouse said to her.  She nodded smiling knowing that she was happy she could help her brothers or at least some of them from Eighth when all hell came for them. “Take care of the delivery coming in. Bear and the others will take care of the delivery of goods.” She explained to the young kid watching him nod before he disappeared into the back of her tattoo shop as she had made her way back to Los Angeles. She knew she was heading back to Vegas that afternoon as she had received the information from Mr. Pierce before she had left that night after the two of them had fucked the shit out of each other.  She wanted to stay in Vegas for some more debauchery but she knew business was business and pleasure was just as it was but knowing this delivery had to be made; she had to get back to L.A. before she would fly back to the deserts of Vegas. Chirp…chirp…chirp. That familiar sound invaded her ears before she reached into her back pocket to pull out the burn phone she had there for business. Reading the text, she knew it was time to head out so rising from her chair then grabbing her leather jacket and bags; she called out to the guys. “Let’s go!” ~ Hours Later ~ Deliveries made and no one was killed or injured…that was a good thing, she thought to herself. “I love making money and not have to take one of my guys to the hospital to have a bullet removed,” she quipped to Bear as he began to laugh knowing what she was saying was the truth. He was the one that she had met up with again in New Orleans and offered him a job. He was like an older brother to her always watching out for her and even giving her hell when Sin died for staying in the club but then again, they all did.   “We need to get you to that private jet of our benefactors,” he teased her as they were making their way out to the airport. Nodding her red head in agreement she was busy texting Link the coordinates that she had received from Patrick the day before. [Text to Link]: Blondie meet me here: location 36.1356 N, 115.4272 W @ 5pm. Come alone. Scarlet knew this meeting had to happen knowing it was long overdue. Ridley was supposed to bring her father up to date on all of this but once again, she was still trying to figure out what the young woman had done with the money as well as everything else she was given. It took two to three weeks for Scarlet and her boys to set up that garage, cleaning it and making it look like a legitimate business, which they had done. So now along with the tattoo shop; she was the proud owner of a garage. Shaking her head smiling to herself as she had given Bear the overseeing job of the garage as he loved to work on cars.  She had informed Patrick of all of this and to her surprise, he didn’t seem surprised at the nothing that was there but was happy that Scarlet had done her job well. And with the monies she had received, they were even able to purchase the land behind them for a city block giving them that extra exit out, if need be. And it was now all legal…Hellion Group LLC had been brought to life and it was already making a name for itself. It wasn’t long before they pulled into the small airport just next to LAX…it was for the private jets as it was an old section of the old LAX but still kept up but she wondered if it was just Pierce Inc.’s airport as it held mainly his jets. “I will be okay, Bear. I trust Mr. Pierce as he does me but do not worry I do have my weaponry with me…as well as my skill set.” She winked at the bigger man grabbing her bags before making her way to the jet.  She had to laugh as she had come from working for a motorcycle club getting her hands dirty, which she never minded to jet-setting around the country on a private jet drinking champagne. Now she was not a low life female as some thought but she did have some class and style even though her life was upon her flesh as her grandparents taught her many things about life and how a lady should be…and that is one thing she was still…a lady…Granted one that could beat someone up or kill without thinking but she had her own style about it. All of this came to her mind as she made herself comfortable on the plush leather seats in her jeans and flannel t-shirt…her baseball cap and other jacket still in one of her bags. She did not wish to be noticed while she was there even though not many had her color hair. ~ Two Hours Later ~ Touchdown at the tiny airport outside of Vegas was a hard one as the pilot was making up time and they bounced onto the flat top. Shaking her head and laughing wondering if she were to die in a plane crash instead of the bullets she had ducked through the years.  As the attendant came in, she smiled. “Mr. Anderson, there is a car waiting for you and we shall be here when you return.”  The fiery Hellcat nodded grabbing her bags placing her coat on then changing her heels to a pair of hiking boots that were on the plane and given to her by the beautiful brunette. ‘Thank you, beautiful. I do hope that you are here when I return,” she winked before leaving the jet her irises finding the Jeep that was to be hers for the time being. She knew Link would find his way out to the coordinates knowing Vegas was his home for the time being and as she tried to get the shit in L.A. to die down to bring him back along with the business venture.   Turning the engine over in the Jeep, she looked at the time on the clock and she knew she was ahead of schedule as she left the dusty parking lot behind heading to the Red Rock Canyon area…She knew the future was out here and she would bring them all more money. And the loyalty Patrick Peirce deserved…

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It begins...

“You need to head to Vegas first…someone there you need to see.” Bear’s voice echoing in her mind as the word repeated over and over. The flight here was long enough for her to dwell on those words but why? The only person in Vegas she would deal with it was Lincoln and she had sent him there to hide even though she had heard he had to head back to Los Angeles for his daughter but had returned. When she heard he had gone back, she shook her head and called him a fool knowing it was dangerous turf in L.A. right now for a man like him. Hell…it was a dangerous place for any of the Eighth Sorrow members.

Night had fallen and it had not even been a full day since she landed at the private airport in Las Vegas…the city of Sin.  It did live up to its name but it was a place she never stayed for long…too many temptations could get a girl like her into trouble.

Into the pocket of her jean vest with the familiar ‘Fuck Off’ on the front, she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and lighter. “Damnit!” she muttered when she realized it was her last cigarette and she had forgotten to pick up a new pack. “One of these days maybe I will quit this habit but then what vices do I have left?” She asked herself with a soft chuckle. As she placed the final cigarette between her lips, she brought her head and thought she had seen a ghost. The flame of the lighter reflecting the light into her sapphire hues as they looked forward onto a being that seemed familiar to her, she shook her head and then looked out again but nothing.  “Oh great Red, now you think you are seeing ghosts,” she quipped before finally lighting the cigarette and sighing softly.

Her heeled boots made their familiar noise on the concrete sidewalk as she walked, cigarette in one hand while the other was freely moving forward and back. Passing the tourists, some staring at her as they see her ink while others ignored her, the ones that ignored her were scared of her; she could tell as there was no eye contact while the ones that stared were fascinated by the ink. Some even stopped her asking her if she could take a picture with them or to ask her of the pieces on her arms…and their meanings. They were the ones she enjoyed being around in Vegas as they didn’t judge or really give a rat’s ass as to why a person had ink but would get to know the story behind it but still, the red haired female was not one to trust a damn soul.

And then one question brought her images and visions of a not so distant past.

“What does this one mean?” The voice of a woman, an older woman and one who wore her own tattoo on her wrist but it was not one that she would have ever wanted or even asked to acquire. Scarlet smiled at the woman, she reminded her of her grandmother; a woman that the red head loved dearly and was more like a mother to her than her own. But when the sapphire irises looked down, she saw the one she was pointing to and she felt the tears well in her eyes before she spoke. The tattoo was a compilation of roses, rosary beads and a piece she copied from a tattoo that she designed for the one that owned her heart…a sapphire eye. Slowly she pointed out the different details to the lady, explaining each piece of art as to why. “My dear it seems that this young man was the one that could have saved you from yourself.” All the red head could do was to nod her head before saying her good-byes to the woman who taught her a lesson about her own tattoo. A part of the past that should never been seen again.

After leaving the woman behind, she finally made her way into a small mom-n-pops’ store to grab another pack of Marlboros; one of the few vices she had left.  Stepping out into the desert air, she wondered where the hell could Link have gone to or would he go to the old bar that was hidden outside of town? It was a run-down place on the outside and it kept many tourists out as it looked like you would be able to contract food poisoning or any other disease out there just by walking through the door.

She made her way back to the hotel. As she made her way inside, the clerk at the long desk called to her to let her know she had a message. The red headed femme nodded at her before taking the message and reading it. A smile decorated her features, “how did I know you would be out at that bar, Link?” She asked softly knowing her old friend all too well.

To be continued…

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Leaving New Orleans...

Her cigarette dangling from her teeth as she looks out over the people streaming by like the Mississippi looking for beignets and chicory coffee or trying to find that quick cure for the hangover they battle this morning after visiting Bourbon Street the night before.  A smile curled the corners of her lips remembering the days of not knowing as to how to get rid of said hangover. “Hair of the dog, baby,” she said softly before the flame of the Bic lighter lit her sapphire irises up inhaling the grey smoke of the Marlboro before pushing away from the iron rails of the Hotel Royal.

The familiar sounds of New Orleans invade her sense of hearing as Zydeco music was on one corner while Jazz was being played on another. How can you not love this city? But she knew she had to get back to L.A. She wasn’t in New Orleans for a personal trip as she had been called out for business by Mr. Pierce and now with that done; her own business needed to be tended to but one more time down Bourbon Street would do her good to take in everything of this Cajun city by Old Man River.

The scent of Cajun food, jasmine and heavily performed woman invaded the senses as she finally finished off the cigarette she had starter not long before. Shaking her head to rid herself the latter scent, she laughed softly to herself while her footfalls carried her towards a familiar place, Coyote Ugly. Yes, it was a commercialized bar but she knew the owner Lil and had for a few years…and she also knew it was a sanctuary for members of any motorcycle club out there, old and new. Stale piss and stale beer welcomed you as she made her way inside. The fiery red head didn’t know the new girls working that late morning but she did know the man sitting at the bar. Familiar cut, badges and patches.

“Bear, what the hell are you doing here?” she asked before nodding at one of the girls to bring her a beer. Looking over at the big man who was a friend, brother and member of 8th Sorrow but now just as she, retired from the MC; she wondered what he was doing in the Crescent City. Bringing the bottle to his lips before he spoke, “you heard about Eighth, didn’t ya?” He asked as her beer finally arrived, nodding before taking a sip of the cold beverage. “Yes, I know. It seems we may not be members anymore but word still gets to us.” She quipped watching him nod his head before turning to look at her. “I know you helped Link get out of LA…always loyal to your brothers, aren’t ya Red?” A chuckle fell from her lips. “Oh yeah, you guys are family…I have to watch out for my boys.” A smile on the big man’s lips she saw after she spoke.

The two continued to talk before the familiar chirp of her phone sounded. Reading the text…the plane was gassed up and just waiting for her. Placing the phone back into her back pocket, she looked at Bear, “you know if you aren’t doing anything, I could really use your muscle in my business.” She offered finishing off her beer waiting for his reply. “Need me in LA, do you?” He asked already knowing the answer when she gave him a smile. “You got it Red. I can always use the money and a familiar face is good but…” Her red head tilted when he paused pushing his arm telling him to continue, “you need to go to Vegas first.  Someone there you need to see.” Brows furrowed but she didn’t question as she knew Link was in Vegas so many that is who he spoke of.

Giving the big man a hug, she threw money onto the bar paying for them both and buying him another, she headed out the door and back to her hotel to pick up her bags and grabbing the Ferrari that Pierce Inc. had allowed her to use while she was there. One more turn of the wheel of this erotic vehicle as she pulled away from the hotel slowly revving the engine to let people know she needed to get buy and how everyone looked at the car. A smirk formed before she found the open road leading her away from the city by the River. In that car, it didn’t take her long to find the lonely airport in the smaller Parrish and when she pulled up, men came over to gather her items and opening her door. Making her way to the plane, she spoke to the pilot. “Mind if we make a side trip to Vegas first?” She asked watching as the pilot nodded knowing he would contact Mr. Pierce first as she had already sent him a message about it.

Stepping inside, she found her seat by the window as the flight attendant brought her a glass of champagne and orange juice. “Oh nice, a healthy breakfast.” She quipped. Sinking down into the leather of the seat her mind wondered as to why Link had not contacted her needing her in Vegas. She would worry about that once she landed there.

To be continued….

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“Ashes to ashes, we all fall down…”

The day she heard that her old family home was being torn down, she didn’t know whether to be happy or to cry. Too many memories and nightmares still ruled over that land. Hell, it is probably haunted with the tears and the pain she endured from her father and his friend while her mother was shooting up their money into her arm. The two of them should have been sterilized from the start but alas Scarlet and her sister Savannah were brought into the world by the two.

But now as she stood in front of the old home, run down and falling to the ground those memories and nightmares that fed her demons…all of them came rushing forward.  As workman walked around barking orders, she wasn’t in the present but in the past and even though it was over twenty years ago now but the pain still fed those inner demons that dwelt in the abyss of her soul.

“Do you mind if I go in one last time, man?” She asked handing the man in charge five $100 bills. The guy shrugged and called his guys over letting them know that they were going on a long coffee break. She just laughed knowing money was the root of all evil and made the world go round as her booted feet moved towards the front door of the entrance to Hell. Her long fingers reach for the old door handle, her thumb pushes down on the paddle and the door opens; almost welcoming her back to the scene of the crime.

Musk, mold and whatever smell could reside in an old home permeated the place and invaded her senses as she took her first step inside not even bothering closing the door as she found herself further into the old home standing in the middle of the living room.  Her blue eyes scanned around the room remembering where the pictures were on the wall or the color of the old wall paper but nothing was coming back to her. The living room was normally a place where she did not play, it was a place for her mother to cook up her heroin or her father would play poker with his buddies or the damned television would be on.

Continuing to travel down nightmare alley, she began walking towards her old bedroom but she felt as if time was slowing as her footfalls were taking what seemed like a lifetime to lead her down the hallway. Her breath was slowing and her chest was beginning to constrict the closer she made her way to her old light blue and pink flower wallpapered room. Closing her eyes, she turned to look in the door and her breath finally caught in her throat as she saw the familiar colors once again taking her back to a time and place no one should ever have to go through at such a young age.

Her eyes closed trying to shut out the nightmares but they came anyway. But now she was not the victim but was watching what her father did to her. His every move, every disgusting touch then his friends walk through her to get to the little girl lying on the bed.

 “Daddy, Nooooo.  It hurts!  Stop please!”

”Shut Up. This is how daddies love their little girls.

She felt everything once again as tears began to slowly stream down her cheeks and her breathing was short and raspy. Innocence lost at such a young age, she remembers bleeding when it was over, she never could walk right after her father or his friends violated her. Her grandparents always asked what was going on but she was so frightened and scared that he would kill her as he threatened if she told anyone. So she never said a word. She suffered in silence. She suffered alone for too long.

She screamed!

Seeing a sledge hammer, she ran towards it grabbing it and began destroying the walls around her. Tears streaming down her cheeks and she cussed the man that raped her, molested her and took everything away from her. She cussed her mother for not protecting her, for not being a mother to her.

Holes formed as they represented what was left of her soul, dry wall falling and crumbling from the walls as the hammer would get stuck. She struggled to pull the head out of the wall and felt like she was fighting once again the man that had taken so much from her. Hatred seething from her body as she didn’t stop even when her arms were heavy from the exertion of constantly hitting the walls before she dropped it to the floor then falling to the floor herself.

“Why? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to you?” Her voice soft and shaken as she yelled out her questions to the ghosts that remain. But no answers came as they never did.

Seconds turned to minutes to an hour before she was able to stand. Her legs wobbled as the red head finally found her feet under her. Reaching for a cigarette in her jacket’s pocket placing it between her teeth, she reached for the lighter. Lighting the damned thing, she inhaled the poisonous smoke turned to make her way out of the room she had just destroyed. Breaking the walls down in that room took some pain away but the nightmares would always be with her, she knew that but some hatred was released within that room.

Her steps led her back to the front of the house and after seeing the living room one last time, she turned not closing the door behind her before she walked back into the sunlight and fresh air but this time the little girl she once was came with her.

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A gift....or a nightmare?

You beg for me to let you near me...you beg for me to let you go Which shall it truly be? The choice is yours but can you ever truly be free? Shall you beg for me in your sleep and in your waking moments? You dare to think I am your savior or redemption. But am I truly those things? Or am I a lie? Am I a figment of your imagination? What I give to you is a gift and a sin which you know is a fact but You still keep returning to the scene of the crime trying to find another outcome But it is all the same...nothing has changed... Have you finally begun to realize? I see in your eyes that you try to believe that I am nothing to you. Am I one of the same that you take to bed every night? Or am I something unique? Don't answer too quickly...you may miss something. But now you wish for me to admit things that just are not true. I do have a secret but you say never know; You do not deserve to know as you are nothing...or is it I that is nothing? Am I you savior? Am I a gift? Or am I the Devil?

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Sin enters her life...

“…the sharp screams in my head that let me know, God hated me from an early age.”

Memories of days gone by invade her mind at times but today especially as she passed by the old church that her grandparents used to attend, her saviors had long been dead but she can still hear their voices and how she would play and be a normal child.

Sitting on the swing in the playground, her mind went back to a time that she met someone that changed her life after her grandparents were gone.

His name was Sin. He was someone that she fell in love with even at the age of fourteen, she knew was love was as he was kind and gentle with her. He made her feel special and they spent so much time together. He protected her and kept her safe but when she had to return home…to the hell she knew as home; she never wanted to leave him.

But at fourteen, he also released her darker side…her demons. But he also saved her.

The first time she truly saw blood was because of him. The night that she took the life of her mother and father, the night she ended her pain and abuse.

Sin had been the voice to help her as she stabbed her father over and over after peeling his skin away from his body. She tortured him reminding him of the pain he had made her endure with his molestations and when he would allow his friends to abuse her. She was only a child when she lost her innocence and her virginity.

Hatred and sadness unleashed onto that man and when her mother came in to try and stop her, Sin held her back so the fiery red head could introduce the woman that was supposed to love her, protect her feel the same pain without her drugs.

It wasn’t long before her father was looking up at nothing before Sin told her to do take care of the woman that incubated her for nine months. He was like the devil sitting on her shoulder, the voice in her head. But she didn’t care; she was in love with him.

She killed her mother after hours of torture, and destroying her drugs in front of her before Sin got the red head out of there.

They drove out to Mulholland Drive to look over the city under the Hollywood sign, they made love at his place and she became his <i>old lady</i> even though she was so young. To him, she was older and wiser than many.

He brought her into the life of the motorcycle club and she was his, no one else could touch her. She sold drugs for them, defended them and even was taught how to be a mechanic. Her life was beginning to be happy, once again like it was when her grandparents were alive showing her love.

But then God showed her, how much he hated her once again, years later.

Sin was killed when she was nineteen. Pain and suffering returned to her yet again as she had held him in her arms as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound. Anger and hatred formed in the abyss, the hole that was left by his passing and she swore vengeance. 

The day she buried him, she had a body count of six on her hands of the ones that were responsible but it did not help the tears that fell, the taste of the salt upon her cheeks. The casket lowered in the ground as well as her heart.

Death had claimed another that she had given her heart to and she vowed not to give it again as she allowed hatred to claim her, hardening her.

Thoughts come and go; she wipes away the tears as she sits on her cycle on Mulholland Drive looking out over the city under the lighted Hollywood sign.

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