Hell in High Hells....
Life was never going to be simple for Jasmine.
Growing up around the Brotherhood MC. Her father the president, her brother the VP and her ex the Enforcer, surrounded by blood and steel, danger has always had a way of finding h...
***Song choices for this chapter are: Five Finger Death Punch - Gone away AND Sam Tinnesz - Lay your weapons down***
Several busy days have passed since my fathers death. It still doesn't feel real, I still expect him to see him at the clubhouse or at home. But no, just an empty space where he should be.
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I take a deep breath and check my reflection one last time before we leave. Normally I would wear a dress to a funeral, but we are escorting my fathers casket on his last ride. I kept it simple with black skinny jeans and a button down blouse. I'm wearing my leather jacket my father gave me, it has the clubs logo printed on the back. My dad got me this jacket for my 16th birthday, most girls get a car for their sweet sixteenth, I got my very own club jacket, and I couldn't of been happier.
I hear a slight knock on the door to Christians room, "Jaz?" Sam peeps his head in with his hand covering her eyes. "You dressed? I don't fancy seeing my little sister butt naked."
"You can uncover your eyes, doofes. I'm fully clothed" I laugh.
He gives me a raised eyebrow when he enters the room, "I didn't think you had that anymore, let alone be wearing it."
"The club is my family, and it meant everything to dad. It would be wrong of me not to wear it." I say.
He gives me a knowing nod, "Mums just about ready to go, Lexi is going to ride with Christian and mum with me. We will ride behind dad. The plan is to do a loop round town and head up to the top vineyard for the burial." I hear his voice crack a little at the end.
I give him a weak smile, "Still doesn't feel real does it?"
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"No." He's now avoiding my eye.
I pull him in for a hug and I feel his arms tighten round me slowly. "It's okay to cry you know, you don't have to act tough all the time."
He hugs me tighter now, burying his head into my shoulder, "I know"
We stay like that for a few minuets, I let him let it all out. Since taking over my fathers place as President, I don't think he's really had a chance to grieve properly. I can't imagine how much pressure he is under.
