Trial Number Four

Savannah

All the wires hooked up, I wait for who is going to ask me whatever first.

They could have just asked, honesty is really important to me. Not like I’ve hid anything from them.

I am who I am and I stand by that.

“Alright, so who’s up first?” I raise my eyebrow and encourage them to start this waste of time up. I have shit to do across the street. I also need to be ready for when I talk to Dane.

“I’ll go first.” Darrion steps up, the oldest of the biker princes to show his leadership skills, I’m sure.

~Bring it, Bartholomew.~

“Why do you want to be with Damon? You know you’re unliked, unwanted and it’s dangerous to be with one of us. Lunas have been killed.”

I nod my head as I think of exactly what I want to say. I want him to know I understand and heard him.

“I want to be with Damon because…”

~Because I love him.~

“For selfish reasons…at first when him and I would have screaming matches about how I did not in fact steal his gym clothes, how I did not want him, him stealing a kiss, punching him in the face, it gave me a part of my old self back.

“I lost it when my family died. My angel pissed me off just enough to ignite the fiery side of me again. I used to think of him as my snow day whenever I got the chance to be around him.

“Also he turns me on like nobody ever. Dude knows my body like it’s an extension of himself.”

Damon blows me a kiss and winks. I have this goofy grin on my face that tells everyone exactly what I’m thinking.

“True.” The man next to me reads the results as if he even needed to.

“That’s only a half answer, Savannah. You’re all about your family. Protecting them. Why would you choose to be a Luna when you know how we think of cops. How we feel of any Madis, what happens to them if shit goes sideways and you get killed? It’s happened.”

Darrion double downs and makes his point clear.

My anxiety spikes.

I know this question is going to lead down the path of my broken parts.

The machine starts to spike from my increase in heart rate.

“This question gives me some anxiety, my heart rate will jump, so will my blood pressure. Fair warning. Umm…”

I shrug again to make it seem like it’s nothing, but we can all see it is.

“The truth is… I’m choosing to be with Damon for selfish reasons. I know…I admit I don’t have control over the future. I will protect my uncle, my cousin, and the memory of my family from anyone, not just this lot of leather-clad douchecanoes.

“I’ll do everything in my power to shield them. My uncle is a good cop, I’ve been working on him and not seeing you guys as just criminals. Same as I’ve been with you and not hating him because he is a cop or Percy being bi.

“I will protect my family and being with Damon means that circle grows. You can hate me all you want, I’ll still do everything I can to make sure you’re all safe in the end. Do you want me to be specific about those selfish reasons, dickhead, or is that enough?”

Darrion scoffs and eggs me on with his eyes. Fucking dick.

“How specific?”

~Skim the top. Don’t dive deep into the wreckage. Please, don’t push me.~

“The fucking truth, Savannah, why choose a dangerous path when you could walk the straight and narrow?”

My lips smack as I refrain from popping up out of my seat to scream my answer in Darrion’s face.

“I am not a cookie cutter, picket fence, mini van and orange slice type of woman. I can’t breathe in that type of life. I’m black and blue, dirt bike and dildos.

“I’m porn-style fucking and never back down to assholes who mess with the only three things I give an ounce of shit about. I like being here. I feel at home.

“Even with the bullshit hate you guys try to throw at me. I feel it, in my broken parts. It’s selfish because this isn’t what my family wanted for me. They lied and kept it all hidden for a reason right?

“My uncle of course didn’t want me dating a Henley, to be in danger. It might kill me, but at least I lived happy. I lived free.”

A heavy silence comes in and floods the room. Hitting the walls and roaming over each and every one of us.

“True.” The tech pipes up to say what we all already knew.

“Anything else, doctor dickhead?”

I smile like a straight up bitch and ready myself for the next challenger.

Damon shows his pride and readies himself for me to ride the brakes of his cock the next moment we get.

“I’ll go.” Daxon clears his throat and flashes me his smile, that one that shows he has something up his sleeve.

~Bring it, Ducky.~

“Who has a bigger dick, Damon or me?”

Damon punches him in the back of the head and Lucien tells him to break it up and stop messing around.

“Who’s a bigger dick? Damon. But I love it. Every glorious inch.”

I lick my lips at my biker prince and promise the silent filth I will do to him.

“Angel? Do you wanna go?”

~Yes, out this room and FOCUS, Van!~

“Did you steal my gym clothes?”

His smirk gives it away, he knows the truth.

Scoffing, I almost want to say ~yes~ just to play around.

“No. I borrowed without asking. And I don’t regret it.”

His smirk grows, his eyes ever playful and like liquid pools of midnight sky.

“True.”

The first biker bitch is up from the table.

“How many guys have you been through before Damon?”

I want to say why the hell does it matter, but I have to answer.

“As in? The devil’s in the details.”

I flick my eyes to Luci, who rolls his fingers into a fist.

~Oh no, I’m so scared. Bitch, fight me.~

“How many have you fucked?”

“Why is this such an important question? What right do you have that entitles you to make some sort of judgment on how many dicks I’ve had in my body?”

“Answer the question,” Lucien interjects.

“Sexist pigs. B T dubs, it’s none of your business, none of yours, but the answer is one.”

Luci jolts out a ~bullshit~ that sounds more like a hissing from a snake, but my tech to the side of me backs me up.

“True.”

I make a mind blown sign with my hand and flip off Lucien.

One by one the next guy asks something sexist, and all related to what I’ve done sexually, like any of that actually matters.

When we get to Grave, I show patience.

“What’s your biggest problem with being a Madis and joining us?” he asks calmly, but I can tell that’s not what he actually wanted to ask.

He does the same thing I do when I try to hold back. It’s rare but I do try.

His hand on his face, and that tone of voice that sounds like it’s defeating the urge to say or do whatever it is we are trying for.

It’s nice to see something of a resemblance. I’ve gone my whole life without anyone who looks like me and to pinpoint where I get the way I am from.

At least some of it.

“So yeah, that’s not what you were going to ask, just get it out. It’s fine. I don’t give a shit what they think anyways.”

I lean into my chair and fight the urge to fold my legs into my lap.

The right side of Grave’s face pulls hard and shows this lopsided grin that I’ve never seen before.

“Will you forgive me for fighting you in the cage? It was my job to follow my alpha. I should have known you were mine.”

He tries to explain, but I hold my hand up to stop him.

“I didn’t hate you even as I left the cage. You were just doing your job. I get it, it’s actually a little funny that’s how we met. It fits us, you know?

“We fought it out, we probably will again, and I’ll still not have any hate for you. There’s nothing to forgive. Although, say that stuff about my mom and dad again and we will have major issues.”

I hold my hands up, one flat with the other in a fist as I punch it to my palm.

“True,” the tech adds.

I mouth out silently how he will go down, way down, and tap my elbow like some old school wrestler.

“Alright Leon, you’re up. Let’s hear it.”

We go through a bullshit back and forth, him trying to make me choose between who I would save if it came down to it. My answer being everyone I could, even if that meant sacrificing myself.

Leon goes harder, trying to trip me up and say something bad about the club, but he fails.

“Alrighty, Lawrence? Or his majesty?”

Lawrence goes on, using the same tactics as Leon and not getting anywhere with it either.

“Drum roll please.” I tap my legs and be a douche about Lucien being the last one to ask his questions so I can get the fuck out of here and on with my life.

~Why are they so obsessed with me?~

“What do you know of Jeremiah?”

~Tread this topic of choice carefully.~

~Your royal ass will get kicked either way.~

~I’ll pick up your crown and walk out like a boss. Don’t test me.~