Sakura
“Damon, you and I need to have a chat.” I declare, strutting right up to the president of the Reapers MC Las Vegas charter. He’s standing in front of his Ol’ Lady, which is essentially a term for the club members’ girlfriends, fiancés, or wives. His mouth is hanging open and I see he has something small in his hands. It looks like a photo, but as I grow closer, I realize that isn’t just a photo. It’s a sonogram picture.
“Is this for real?” Damon asks, staring down at the photograph.
Kat is his woman, and she’s an interesting character. Like Ivy, she’s experienced the cruelest parts this world has had to offer. “I wouldn’t joke with you about something like this. Maybe cancer, but not a pregnancy.” Have I mentioned she has the darkest humor ever?
Damon chuckles before he breaks out into a huge smile and wraps his arms around his girl. “We’re having a fucking baby. Holy shit.” He turns around, clears his throat and announces to everyone in the room, “We’re having a fucking baby!”
Dixon, Cobra, Izzy, Chaz and I are the only people in the clubhouse right now besides Kat and Damon. “Congrats to the both of you,” I say.
“Thanks,” Kat replies.
“Thank you,” Damon responds. “Didn’t you need to talk to me or something?”
I nod, “Yes, I do. Although, I’d prefer if we could go into your office and have this discussion.”
Damon brings his lips together and forms a stoic expression. I’m sure he can tell whatever I’m about to say to him is going to irritate him quite a bit. Men like Damon don’t appreciate hearing women can take care of themselves, or that the way they tried to help isn’t what they want.
“Fine. C’mon,” Damon leads the way and I follow him through the club until we’re both in his office and he’s shut the door. Before I even have a chance to speak, he’s already talking again. “I’m naturally assuming this has something to do with Mouser being your keeper, and you wanting me to take him back?”
Mind reader much? “Yes,” I confirm.
“I’m not changing my mind, Sakura. Mouser is going to be glued to your fucking hip until your parents are either dealt with or are no longer a problem. Speaking of Mouser, where is he?”
I ignore Damon’s question and instead choose to figure out what he means. “Out of curiosity, how do you plan on handling my parents? You know, my father is the Emperor of Japan, and my mother is the Dragon, the leader of the Yakuza. So please, tell me how you’re simply going to deal with them.”
Damon takes a couple steps toward me and looks down at me, directly in the eyes. “You came to me for protection, so don’t stand here and ask what my plan is like you don’t believe we have the power or resources to effectively do what we were asked. If you didn’t believe in us, you shouldn’t have ever asked. So, save me the sassy treatment you’re spitting out at me right now. We both know it’s an act and the only thing you’re pissed about is Mouser.”
He’s right. I was the one who asked Damon for protection, and I know they have allies . . . but how many. How are the Reapers’ allies going to be able to help me against my parents? “How are we going to keep me safe now? What’s the plan?”
“You don’t need to be worried, Sakura. I can tell something’s eating at you.”
“Obviously. I’m concerned because no one has said shit to me. Instead, you’re acting like I’m some damsel in distress and I’m certainly not one of those.”
Damon shuts his eyes, turns and walks over to his desk, taking a seat behind it. “As far as MCs go we’re allies with plenty of them. The Iron Vex in New York, Skulls Renegade in Tennessee, the Raiders out in California, the Sons of Gods in Alabama, and the Devil’s Riot MC. They’ve recently become allies with the Royal Bastards Baltimore charter, so I’ve reached out to their Prez so we can be on the same side. What you might not realize is that the Skulls have a direct tie to the Romanian mafia. If we don’t have our hands in the pot somewhere, we have someone who does. And should I even bring up your godfather and the ties to the Mexican Cartel? You have no reason to be worried, Sakura.”
I take in a deep breath, now understanding the lengths of the Reapers reach. However, it’s as though Damon is dismissing every threat with my parents because of it. There’s a reason I asked for protection. There’s a reason I fled my family and ran to my uncle. Every decision I’ve made since I left Tokyo was calculated and had reasoning behind it which others may not understand.
I’m running from my family, but more so, my duty to them. You see, I was never just their daughter. I was their ‘doctor’ in a sense. I fixed their men and women who were hurt. I also acted as a political pawn for my father since he’s the Emperor. I’d go to galas and eavesdrop on other people. I’d ensure I was at the right place at the right time, and I know I had a hand in certain individuals’ deaths.
The truth of the matter is that I couldn’t live with myself anymore. Knowing that I was the reason behind acts of violence when I went to school to help people. It ripped me apart. Most of all, I knew that if I stayed with my family . . . I’d lose every sense of who I am.
“Lucian had you in a masking program, right?” Damon inquires.
I nod once, too stuck in my own thoughts to strike up more conversation.
“Alright. The Skulls have a direct tie to the Steele brothers, who Lucian works for and is well acquainted with. I’m going to give Reed a call and see if he can do anything to get him to put you under the masking program again.”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” Damon asks.
“Lucian,” I close my eyes, “Lucian and I used to fuck. The only reason he did that for me is because I was fucking him. I’m not sure if it’s because he cared, or if he wanted more. It could’ve been both, but nothing would ever happen between us. We’d never be in a relationship.”
“Okay, so why is it my problem you two used to fuck? I have a connection with Reed and I can see if he can call in a favor.”
“Lucian will want something,” I say, feeling even more nervous about this now.
“Okay, so, we’ll give him what he wants.” The way Damon says it. It’s like he seriously underestimates Lucian and how much of a filthy bastard he can be. I suppose it doesn’t matter to him. Lucian will end up asking for something only I can give him.
Chapter Nine
Our lives may not have fit together, but oh did our souls know how to dance
~ K. Towne Jr,
Mouser
Sakura was a sneaky little bitch this morning and snuck out right under my nose. I was in the shower and she was gone. I texted Kade and he told me she was in with Ivy, so I didn’t fret. I should’ve marched my ass over there and watched her the way Damon wanted me too but fuck it. I knew she was safe.
Although, in hindsight I should’ve been a bit closer because Damon ended up chewing me out because she got to the clubhouse without me within sight and he noticed. He was easier on me than I thought he’d be, but Widow ended up telling me Kat’s pregnant and everyone found out today. I guess that’s why I didn’t get it any worse.