My Little Dancer

We were walking around and then got a beer before walking to the tent where the bands were playing. We all stood there watching the woman dance. I looked up to see her looking down at me.

Tara is beautiful, can be kind, can laugh, and enjoys being around her friends. But she is cold. I call her the ice queen. I don't mind her being cold. I want to unthaw her. I want to be the one she trusts.

Hell, I want to be the one that claims her. Holds her, makes her laugh, and most of all I will be the one she loves. I leaned back in the chair watching her. She is good, she has most of the men in here in love with her. Mask or no Mask I would know her anywhere.

I watched her walk away but she did stop and look at me again. She remembers me. I hope she dreams of me. I showered and dressed as I put my sandals on I thought of him again. I am beginning to see him wherever I go.

I walked out the door and sat on my bike. I started it and headed to the bar in town. I really need a few drinks. I called Jag to come and join me. I looked up to see Jag pulling a chair out.

"Hey, girl. What's on your mind?"

"A man, I said."

I spit my beer out. "A man, you?"

"Is he here?"

"Yes, behind you. His name is Revenge, he is the president of the "Black Hearts" Mc."

I was looking right at her. Then I noticed the girl sitting at the table with her. Jag, what the hell is she doing here? My sister better not fuck this up for me."

"Oh, shit. Tara that is my brother. And it looks like he has his eyes on you. Don't hurt him, Tara."

"Jag, I like him. I don't know why. I have never talked to him. There is something about him that draws me to him. But I can't do that, Jag."

"Why not?"

"I have scars on my back, Jag, I have surgical scars all over me. What man wants a woman scared up?"

'I can't let him do that. I can't be thrown away because of my past. So, forget it. I would be a better friend than girlfriend or lover."

"I think I should stay out of this. I love you both, but I refuse to be pulled between the two of you. I will just watch the show. You would make a good match."

"Revenge, that is the woman you have looked for, isn't it?"

"Yes, Claw. And I know exactly who she is. She is hiding nothing from me wearing that mask. That, Claw. That is Tara. The newfound sister of Mark."

"You are shitting me."

"No, I am not shitting you."

"He is going to make sure she is safe and doesn't choose the wrong man."

I took my jacket off so did Jag. We removed our shirts and sandals and walked onto the stage. We hit the poles as we did in the old days. I forgot about the scars on my back and danced. I had not danced this well in a long time.

I need to put a pole up in the basement I won't have to go anywhere else to dance that way. Claw stared at her back. I looked over at Revenge.

"Revenge please tell me you don't see what I see?"

"I see it. I see the handiwork of that bastard. Claw, find him now. Send some members to bring him back to the party house." We all knew what that meant.

I called our third in command and told him what to do. "On it, he said hanging up."

"It's being taken care of now, Revenge."

I heard what they were talking about. I turned and looked at the girl. What the fuck! my VP, Ghost said looking at her back.

"Please tell me it wasn't one of your brothers that did that to her."

"No. It wasn't one of them. However, the VP is a member of Lightening's club. That bastard wants to be the president. He does shit behind Lightening's back. I would bet that is one of them."

We looked up to see Lightening and his president standing staring at Tara's back. I looked over to see Lightening Staring at the Brand. Then he glared at his VP. "Return to the club I will be there in an hour."

I watched as my VP walked away. That son of a bitch. He branded a woman using the lightning bolt. She lived and now his past is coming back to haunt him.

We walked over to our table and sat down. I noticed the tall man looking at me. Not in anger. But pity. I don't want his or any other man's pity. They did this to me. Well, one man gave me the scars. The others raped, beat me, and ran me over with their bikes. They left me for dead.

As he turned, I gasped. He wears a lightning bolt on the back of his jacket. "Jag, the brand on my shoulder. It is a lightning bolt."

"Tara, no way would Lightening ever do to you what was done. I remember, the backs of their jackets were just like his."

"I am telling you. He would never hurt a woman. Not ever. He doesn't condone it. And if someone from his club did that to you. He will have them killed."

I looked over at this lightning. He was tall at least 6 feet tall and weighed around 250 pounds. He has long dark brown hair that fell down his hips that he had braided and brown eyes. He has tattoos on his forearms and neck.

I looked away from him. Shit, between him and Revenge. It would be one hard problem. I was going to learn it was not a problem after all. That Lightning Bolt means I was claimed. Tricked more like it because Lightening didn't do it, nor was he there when it happened.

I was claimed alright. But his bastard VP Did it thinking that one day he would set Lightening up. People would believe that he claimed me and killed me. It didn't end up that way.

I also realized now that Lightening is going to ignore me. Mark looked at Lightening. "What are you going to do about that brand on my sisters' shoulder?"

"Everyone in here has seen it. They all think she is your woman. Your unwanted woman."

"She is my unwanted woman, Mark. I never branded her."

"Just the same she is wearing your brand on her shoulder. That makes her claim."

I stood up with Jag and we put our jackets on. As we walked past their table I glared at him, this Lightening. I don't want it on my shoulder, but it has been difficult getting rid of it.

"Don't worry, Lightening. I don't want to be marked by you. I didn't have a choice. I will get rid of it eventually. "

I looked into his eyes glaring at him. I leaned back turned and walked away from his table out the door. As we sat on our bikes, I looked at Jag.

"I am not his woman, and you know it. Hell, everyone in that bar knows it. If I was his woman, we would celebrate our wedding biker style. Everyone would know I belonged to him, and he belonged to me."

We started our bikes and drove away from the bar. She turned right at the light, I turned left. I drove into the garage and closed the door. I am so hurt, angry, and confused.

I turned my bike off and stood up. I entered the house and removed my jacket and boots. I walked into the living room without turning the lights on. I walked over to the office and opened the door.

I walked over to my desk and sat down on the chair. I turned on my laptop and looked up the Lightning Bolt Mc again. I read about them for the 23rd time.

Then I read and read it again. He was not the president three years ago. He was overseas. His brother the fucking VP was running the club until he came home. He is just as much of a victim as I am.

I will call him in a few days. Maybe we will divorce each other. Phantom looked at his brother. "I know that look, Lightening. You can't divorce her. It is our rule. What if I don't want to divorce here?"

"That would be a good thing. You need to get her a property cut. Even if you have not worked it all out, she needs to be protected."

"She has your brand. Don't forget that."

"That brand puts a target on her back because of what your fucking, jerk of a VP did."

"He is finished, Lightening. Whether you wanted a woman or not. You have one."

I know she is not going to like this. She will have to move to the clubhouse and share my bed. Lightening said. We all looked over as Phantom laughed.

"What the hell are you two laughing at?"

"That woman has eyes as cold as ice at times. At least she didn't look at you with those eyes."

We watched as Mark smiled. "What do you have to add to it, Mark?"

"I only met my sister a few times. But during those times she glared at everyone. And she has a temper to go with those cold eyes. It will be interesting to see what she does and hear what she has to say to you."

"I about bet she will not move into the clubhouse."

"She will move into the clubhouse, or I will move into her house."

"She would rather move into your clubhouse than have any men roaming through her house. Tara is funny about that."

"Just the same. She is my woman now. And we will make it real by me claiming her in front of the club. And I will receive her name on my shoulders. She will have the property of Phantom tattooed on her forearm."

"Mark, I need your sister's address."

"I don't have it. Not even her phone number. Jag knows both. But don't bet on her giving them to you."

"She will call her for you, but she won't give you her phone number."

"Randy call your sister and tell her to meet us at the Alcove in the morning. Around `10:00 am."

I turned around and walked out the door. My VP Claw and I sat on our bikes. "Phantom, you already know she claimed you, didn't you?"

"I heard all about that from my brother."

"Revenge is interested in her. Now that you are going to re-claim her. Or should I say, claim her he is not going to be happy?"

"Too bad. She and I are in this mess together and we are going to stay in it."

"What if you find the woman you really want and love?"

"You don't understand Claw. She is the woman I want and love. She doesn't know she did me a favor after I left. I wanted to ask her to wait for me. She did me one better. She told my brothers in front of the members that we claimed each other the night before."

"They didn't know I told her to claim me if she was ever in danger. I was told Revenges, VP wanted her. She didn't want him. So, she claimed me. He decided to make it look like I killed her when I was home on leave."