Chapter 1: Midnight Tries to Take Debbies Title
`I remembered watching as Debbie walked out the door. Five years ago. I lost my daughter. I looked at the members.
“Church, right fucking now.”
After we all were sitting in the meeting room, we waited for Midnight to talk.
“I do not want Debbie as the next president. What can I do to stop that? I want my son to become the president.”
“Not going to happen Midnight. You know that Debbie is your legal daughter. She will be the next president.” “Your son is considered a bastard.”
“The law says that any first-born child be it a female or male and from the first wife will become the next president.”
“That is the law.”
“You can’t change it.”
“No biker will agree to a bastard son becoming the president when you were not married to his mother first.”
“That is what I thought.”
“I hoped to change that law.”
“Midnight, you have been fucking around on your legal wife for over 18 years. Hell, Debbie is one year older than that boy.”
“I know that.”
“Then accept it. You will have to go to the main President of all of us. And Bones will tell you it is not going to happen. And I am sure he will be contacting you as soon as He sees the Biker News tonight when he gets back to his club.”
I saw my VP look at the clock.
“I would say your phone is going to ring in about 15 minutes. We might want to go to your office.”
“Church dismissed.”
I walked out of the meeting room toward my office followed by my VP. Just as I walked inside and sat down, and the door shut my phone rang.
“Midnight what the hell is going on at your club?”
“You lied to all of us about looking for your daughter, your next president. And I watch her message to all of you on Biker News.”
“Get your head out of your ass.”
“You cannot say she is not your daughter; I am holding a copy of the DNA test in my hand right now.”
“I want my son to become the president.”
“That is not going to happen. He is a bastard. He is not from Shawn’s body.”
“You listen and you listen good Midnight. Do not make me come there and rip that patch from your cut. I will do it if I hear any more about that little bastard taking Debbie’s place.”
“Do you understand me?”
“I understand.”
I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair. I suddenly shoved the phone off the desk.
“He said no. He said it is not going to happen. And if he hears any more about it he will come here and rip my patch from my chest.”
“Did you really believe you could put a bastard above your legal daughter?”
“It was never going to happen, and you know that, Midnight.”
“And Shawn, she is going to make your life a living hell.”
“I know.”
“I love Shawn, but I also loved her.”
“For gods sack Midnight. You are destroying this club.”
“I never meant to.”
“Yes, you did. You never wanted to accept that your first born would be a girl. Then you stopped having sex with Shawn, or you wore a rubber.”
“My god you really do have your head up your ass.”
“I can’t believe you. I want to know why you thought that Shawn ever cheated on you?”
“I was told by one of the prospects that is now a member that he saw her with another man.”
I started laughing.
“I bet; I know just who that prospect was.”
“It was Jammer, wasn’t it?”
“It was him.”
“You really are crazy Midnight. You know that Shawn loves you more than anything.”
“You know she never cheated on you.”
“I know that now. I didn’t then.”
“Why, because you had been cheating on her the whole time you claimed her.”
“Because you were cheating, you thought she was cheating.”
“Jesus. H. Christ Midnight. You really are a fool.”
“I need to go for a ride and clear my head.”
I watched as he stood up and walked out of my office. I looked up to see Shawn standing there.
“I am going to visit Rebel. And for once you will not tell me what I can and cannot do, or who I can and cannot see.”
I love her, but I will pay for a long time for cheating on her and trying to put my son in Debbie’s place. I slowly sat down in my chair.
My wife hates me, my daughter hates me, my club hates me, hell even Sandy and my son hate me. It is all over. All I wanted was a son. A son to carry on the name and be president. Not a daughter.
Now I have no choice. I have to talk to Debbie. She has refused to talk to me. She knows I don't want her as the president that I want her half-brother.
I picked up the phone and called the Fallen Angel MC. I waited for the phone to be picked up. "Fallen Angel MC", this is Savage speaking."
"Savage, this is Midnight. I need to talk to my daughter."
"Afraid I can't help you, Midnight. She doesn't want to talk to you. And I will not force her to do it."
"I need to get her back here at the club. She is going to be the next president."
"The big man told you not to even try to put your little bastard in as the president, didn't he? Midnight, she won't come back unless she is ready. And believe me when I tell you this."
"Debbie, she hates your guts. If you were laying hurt on the ground next to your worse enemy, she would help him before she will help you. And what are you going to do about, Devil?"
"If he is there when she does come back, she will make sure he is a prospect. She already has her VP, and Enforcer picked out. And you won't like who they are."
"Let me guess. Angel, and Hammer."
"Gave the man an "A" because you are correct."
"She can't do that. She has to keep my VP and enforcer. Savage."
"No, she doesn't have to keep them on. She will do everything you hate and don't want."
"Don't you get it, Midnight? You took her dream away. You as much as told her that she was not good enough and that you were going to put your bastard in her place."
"You have not seen her in what? Four, five years?"
"She has changed, Midnight. She is not the weak little girl you think she is. If you don't believe me meet me at the "Wind Rider, Bar" tonight. And get ready for a fight. If you even try to talk to her."
I walked out of my bedroom and looked at Angel, Penny, Hammer, and Tamara. "I am ready to go."
We all walked out the front door of the house, sat on our bikes, and started them. We rode out of the driveway onto the road. In 10 minutes, we parked in front of the bar. I happen to be part owner of the "Wind Rider."
We walked in the door and Donna nodded her head letting me know she will send our beers to the table. We have a reserved table where we can watch everything.
I was leaning back against the booth watching the room. I suddenly stiffened. "What the hell are they doing here?"
"Who? Angel asked?"
"My, sperm donor and his bastard."
Hammer, Tamara, Angel, and Penny looked over at Midnight's table. They all looked at Devil. I take it the younger one is your half-brother but a bastard. They all said.
"That's right, he is."
"Don't look now but Midnight and Devil are headed this way," Hammer said.
I took a drink of my beer. "Debbie, I want to talk to you?"
"You have the wrong girl. My name is not, Debbie. My name is Star."
"I know my own daughter."
"That may be. But we have nothing to discuss. Get the fuck away from our table, Midnight. I don't want to talk to you. And I sure as hell don't want to talk to your bastard."
"Listen here, little girl. You don't disrespect me."
"I do believe that I just did. You are his bastard, I said looking at him with a smile on my face. You sure as hell will never be the president of the club, not even the VP, or enforcer."
"And I will come back to the clubhouse to take my place as the new president, along with my own, VP, and Enforcer you can be sure of that. After he dies, or he is made to retire."
"Now get the fuck away from us. We came to enjoy ourselves. And that does not include you two."
We all watched as Midnight and Devil glared at Star, turned and walked back over to their table, and sat down.
"What did she mean by that, dad?"
"Just what she said. She will be the next president of the clubhouse. I was told I will not make you the next president and if I try, they will strip me of my patch and put Star as she calls herself now, in as the president."
"You promised me and mom that since I was your son, I would be the next president."
"I can't. I lied. I thought I could find a way around it. But since you are born out of wedlock, and I was not married to your mother, and I am still married to Shawn that makes Star the next president."
"Then divorce, Shawn, and claim my mother."
"It won't matter. You are not my firstborn child. Star is. And I won't divorce Shawn. I still love her."
"You should have kept your cock in your pants, dad. Or try for a son with your wife."
"I can't argue with you there. I should have gotten Shawn pregnant again. I had my head up my ass. When you were born one year later, I thought I could make you the president. I was wrong."
"So yes, I am paying for it now. My wife hates me, my daughter hates me, and my own brothers and members hate me. Old man, you can add me and my mother to that long list of haters. When she finds out that I will never be the president of your clubhouse."
We watched as Devil stood up and stormed toward the door slamming it shut. "That didn't go well. Devil also tried to rub it in my face that he was going to be the president, not me."
"Guess he finally found out that it was never going to happen."
I arrived at mom's house and slammed the door shut. "Mom, he lied to us, to you. I will never be the president of his clubhouse. Debbie or Star as she calls herself now will be."
"What the hell are you talking about? You are his son."
"I might be his son, but I was born out of wedlock, I am his bastard. You were not married to him when you had me. Their law says that any son or daughter born out of wedlock can never be the president."
"That's right mom. My sister will be the president. If he tries to make me president, they will strip him of his patch. Do you know something else?"
"Dad never intended on divorcing Shawn. She is his wife, and she will remain his wife. And even if he did claim you. I still will not be the president."
"He lied to you, he lied to me all my life. He is going to get what he has coming to him. And Star refuses to talk to him. And she hates my guts."
