SISTER'S IN INK: Tor (Book 1)

Armoured Beasts Ranks

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Founder/ President

Tristan Donnelly (Tor)

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Vice President

Big Bass

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SGT. At Arms

Bull

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Secretary

Joker

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Treasure

Ace

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Doctor

Snake

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Road Captain

Tank

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Enforcer

Gunner

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Tech Guy

Hacks

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Prospects

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PROLOGUE

TOR

Before the age of 9 I used to live with both my parents, we were the type of family that wasn’t rich. We were poor. My father worked as hard as he could to keep food on the table for my mother, my younger sister and I. I never blamed my father for my parents break up even though my mother always said it was his fault. I had been sitting in the treehouse the sat between my house and next doors house, my best friends house. Alison and I meet when I had just moved in a few years before I turned 9, I had climbed up the treehouse when I saw her sitting there crying. When I had asked her what happen she told me her mother had died.

I felt sorry for the girl, she was my age and to be honest at the time I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done without my mother. When she told me about her mother I hugged her and told her that everything would be okay because she had her father and her older brother to help her through this tough time. We immediately became best friends. Every day we hanged out whether it was at school or while we were home, Alison became like another sister to me.

Tristan Donnelly was the overprotected big brother that Alison had, he was 7 years older than us and was following in his father’s footsteps in joining the motorcycle club. Armoured Beasts. So Tristan became a prospect and dropped out of school. Even though he was years older than me I may or may not have had a little crush on him...

I had just turned 9 years old when my parents started to fight, I was outside playing with my sister when my mother started to scream at the top of her lungs at my father. Every day this went on and on and we even could hear it when we stayed over the night at Alison’s house and when it upset my little sister Anastasia it upset me.

It was on a Thursday when my mother came knocking on next doors house. Tristan answered the door when she barged inside looking for me and my sister “Hey lady you can’t just walk in here..” he started to say but she ignored him and grabbed my arm and Anastasia’s arm before dragging us out of the house. Alison rushed after us along with her brother trying to stop her. As my mother dragged us to the car, we were scared we didn’t know what was happening, but when I saw my father begging for her not to take us I knew from then we was leaving without him.

My sister was crying so much she was coughing, I held onto mine as I watched my father, my best friend and her brother getting smaller and smaller as my mother drove away.

From that day on my sister became mute and I barely talked.

For the rest of our childhood years, our mother remarried to a rich guy who had everything. Mansions, flashy cars, gold jewellery and he tried to buy us things but I never wanted things like that. My father taught us if we wanted something nice we had to work hard to get it. My sister and I tried for months to keep in contact with our dad but when our mother saw us talking to him on the phone she immediately got a restraining order put upon him.

I knew I had to form a plan of some kind and get out of there.

So when I finished high school I started to work as a waitress at the local diner and started college as well for my art. You see ever since I was able to hold a pencil I could draw well that was what my father always told me.

When I graduated college my mother wanted me to go into my stepfather’s business.... since he was the CEO of a big mining company. I forgot which one. (Not really I just don’t care).

“This is so great Phoenix, you’ll be working alongside your father” my mother smiles wide before taking a sip of her red wine as her husband my stepfather eats the dinner the maids made for us. My sister just sat there staring at her unfinished plate while I just rolled my eyes.

“Stepfather mum.. and actually I’m not going to be working there,” I said making her look at me with a confused look.

“What are you talking about? Of course, you will be don’t be ridiculous” she snaps.

“You don’t get it mum” I sighed shaking my head, pushing my plate away from me “I didn’t work my ass off through college to sit behind a desk all day wearing dresses and suits”

She gasps “don’t you dare use that language in this house. Now we already let you be a rebel with getting those horrible tattoos but enough is enough! You will be working for Oliver. Oh and also we have sorted you both a date for the yearly ball”

Ah, the yearly ball that these rich people my mother now knows hold every year and my sister and I always get dragged into it but not this year. I plan to get the hell outta here before then. I looked over at my sister as she does the same but with a worried look, she hated the balls just as much as me ′I don’t want to go’she uses her hands to sign her words at me.‘Don’t worry we will be outta here before then’I sign back.

When Anastasia became mute we both learnt to use sign language and it really pissed our my mother off because she never knew what we were saying to each other. Still doesn’t to this day.

As the night went on I had been packing my bags which I told Anastasia to do the same thing because we would be leaving tonight. When my mother and stepfather went to sleep I looked into their room to make sure they were asleep before I took our bags to the car. My XA GT Ford Falcon.

I started the car to warm her up a bit Anastasia gave me a worried look but I squeezed her hand and told her it will be okay. By 1 am I was driving on the highway, I already had driven for several hours and I had Anastasia text our real father telling him we were on our way before she passed out in the passenger’s seat. It felt great knowing we would never have to step foot inside that mansion again and that I would be able to open up my dream shop. A tattoo parlour.

I couldn’t wait..