Part Two: Chapter Eight (A Mothers Love)

948 65 3

I had to calm down before I faced my daughter. I was in absolutely no condition to see her to bed. I whipped out a cigarette, sucked it down, and gave myself three minutes to cool off before I went in.

When I walked in, Kinsey was sitting on the bed, looking my way. I went over to her side, brushing her hair.

"Why do you hate your mommy?" She asked me, not looking to me.

"Well, sweetie... She started doing some bad things before I was in her belly. When I was in there, she stopped, but when I was out, she started doing them again." I was trying to make it as innocent but as honest as possible. "She up and left me when I was three years old, with no explanation. I only saw her again the first night we arrived here."

"Was she doing drugs?" Oh dear god.

"I... yes. She was. Not like mommy, which you know just smells really funny, but it helps my back because I'm allergic to legal medication, but she does really, really bad stuff." Kinsey had walked in one night on me smoking a giant bowl after a sexcapade incident that resulted in spinal surgery. She knew I only did it when I needed to.

"Can we... can we not see her anymore? She's mean." I kissed her forehead.

"I'm working on something, baby. Who knows, maybe I can get us our own place, far away from that monster." She hugged me.

"Are you gonna be a part of this club, too?" She looked up at me. I kissed her nose.

"If it's what I have to do, baby, then yes. But know this, you know how everyone took care of you at the other place?" She nodded. "They're going to take just as good care of you here. I want you to try to get to know these guys, okay?" She nodded again. "Get some sleep, Okay? I'll be downstairs." She kissed my cheek and I tucked her in, taking her hearing aids out, turning them off. She signed to me I love you, and I returned it, turning the lights out, and went down to the church room. The entire table was back there, talking among themselves.


"I'm in." I said, shutting Michael up. "On one condition." His eyes narrowed. "Keep that fucking monster away from me and my daughter. If she doesn't stop trying to involve herself, I will beat the shit out of her and leave her for the vultures."

"She has no pull around here other than being in charge of the other ladies. This is considered being part of the table. You have control over her. If my ol' lady wants to act up, fine, but if you can't come to me, first, then whatever she does to you is on you." He slid a Beretta towards me. "This belongs to you. For now. Your first task starts right now. We have a shipment coming in to cross the border. You will be the one to do it." I pissed off the wrong person. "Alone."

"Fine." I gritted out, the drug runners getting up. I put the gun in the back of my pants, and walked out with them. I got in the Hyundai Santa Fe, a very smart car of choice, that had a hidden compartment in the trunk, where I could hide the stuff. Alucard drove, while I sat bitch, and it was a long haul. Once we made it to the warehouse near the border of Italy, the exchange was made. The guys were making comments in Italian about me being fresh meat, or that I'd fail, and they'd laugh, and I would be 'lez chow' in prison.

"Laugh all you want, I can still do my job better than you." I replied in Spanish, glaring at them. They swallowed their words, and I got in the driver's seat.

"Alright, here's the address. You'll drop me off at the petrol stop two miles from the border. Make it two miles across, then come back, okay?" He put the address in on my phone, and linked it up to the onboard computer. "If you need help, just call. We'll be on the way." I nodded, and started the car. We drove to the gas station, where he and the others waited, and then, I was on my own. I came up on the border control, handed my passport over, and waited patiently.

"What makes you come to Italy?" The guard asked, very friendly, not too interrogating.

"Just dropping something off for a friend while I'm in Nice. She lives in Savona, then I'm heading back." He handed me my passport back.

"Alright. Drive safe." I drove through, finding my way to the warehouse, and was met by 300 Italy members and another group as well. They grabbed the drugs, replacing it with money.

"Good job, fresh meat." I ground my teeth at that word. "We'll tell Michael you made it." They handed me another stack of cash, to me, specifically. "This is for you. Hope to see you around." They headed out while I looked at the stack. There was 8330 Euros. An equivalent to $10,000. I stared at my hand full of cash, and I couldn't believe it.

Alucard wasn't lying.

Driving back, he took over driving as soon as I picked him up.

"So, how'd it go?" I pulled out the stack of Euros from my jacket. He smirked. "I take it well."

"I can't believe I just did that." I whispered, covering my face. "For fucks sake, I was so against this back in Texas." He put a hand on my shoulder.

"You do what you have to do." I just sat back in my seat, leafing through the cash. We said nothing the ride back, and then, in the church room, it was divided up. Five hundred thousand went to the club, and we each got fifty thousand.

"Sixty thousand from your first run. Not bad." He pat my back. "Keep it up, Kelsea. You're earning more than the members right now." I just stared at the cash in my hand. "We'll take Kinsey out tomorrow and I'll let you guys shop." I went up to my room, finding Kinsey fast asleep. I stashed the cash, and took my clothes off. I changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and climbed in bed next to Kinsey, kissing the top of her head, and let my mind wander.

I'm doing this for her, I chanted to myself, I'm doing this for her.

Chaotic Shadows and the 300 MC (Book One and Two) *ON HOLD/SLOW UPDATES*Where stories live. Discover now