The quiet country morning is disturbed by the roar of an unknown beast as the surrounding country side is awakening from this roar. You would think it was a horde of beast coming down the quiet peaceful roads that lead through the back roads of this quiet country side. Double lines of chrome beast rolled down the road as each of their riders were enjoying the country side and their fellow sisters with them. It was hard to tell how many of them were women and how many were men by the way they were dress. Their black leather vest reflected the shine on them as they rode. About twenty of the motorcycles had double riders, while the rest of them were single riders. In the lead were the leader and co-leader of this biker group. You could tell these were women by the way they were dress. Their tight leather vest and pants showed their curves and their bare arms. One had shoulder length brunette hair that showed out from under her helmet and the other had a long dirty blonde braid that hung down her back from below her helmet. Her dark sunglasses reflected the morning light as it shines off the reflected surface of the highly polish lenses. Both their dark steeds rode side by side as if they were one unit. Each in time with the other as if they had minds and knew what their owners expected of them.

Off in the distance a small figure is seen stumbling along the country road. The figure was barely able to walk down the side of the country road. It stumbles alone trying to keep from falling onto the road running next to it. The figure looks up when it hears thunder coming towards it and just as it puts it foot down to take another step. It’s foot twist and causes the figure to fall towards the road. It lays there weeping wondering if it is going to be run over.

The two women watch as the figure falls onto the road. They hold up their arm to let the other riders behind them know that they need to stop as they pull over to the side of the road. The leader of the group gets off her motorcycle and walks up to the figure lying on the road. She can tell as she gets closer, that the figure looks like a young girl. The dress she has on is bloody and ripped. The poor child’s feet were covered in blood both on top of her feet and from under her feet where she had been walking bare footed and had cut her feet on broken glass. Her face was bloody where someone had punched her in the nose and split her lip. Both her eyes were swollen from being punch in her eyes. One of her eyes already looked like someone had punched her there already, caused the surrounding tissue was black and blue.

“Angie, send Helena and the emergency kit over here quickly.” The woman screams back towards her second in command.

Angie looks back behind her “Helena, your needed-up front and bring your emergency kit.” Angie gets off her motorcycle and runs up towards her friend and leader.

When she gets closer she notices the poor girl just lying there, while her leader examines her to see if she can safely be moved over towards the side of the road.

“We need to get her off the road.” Angie says as she kneels next to her leader.

“I know. There doesn’t seem to be any broken bones that I can see.” The woman puts her arms under the young girl and lifts her up off the road and walks over towards the side of the road cradling her in her arms like a baby. A woman in her late thirties with jet black hair and Native American features comes running up with a blanket tucked under one arm and carrying a large red bag with a white cross on it towards the other two women.

The young girl felt herself being lifted by the woman who had come over to check on her and carried over towards the side of the road. Angel just looks at the woman that had her. He could tell she was concern about him and that she was worried. He could see it in her eyes. He was glad that she had stopped, instead of running him over with her motorcycle.

Tears stream down his face as he remembers what his father had done to him. He couldn’t help himself; he knew he was in the wrong body. He wasn’t a boy, but a girl. He wasn’t happy being born a boy and being made to act like the rest of the boys in his neighborhood. He enjoyed playing with baby dolls and wearing dresses like the girls did. It felt right to him and he knew deep down that this was how he was supposed to act.

It didn’t bother him when the older boys called him names or beat him up for acting like a girl. The real pain came from his father, who was a very abusive unloving person. He didn’t like that his son preferred dresses and baby dolls over playing baseball and rough housing. He didn’t like it when he dressed up in his mother clothes and wore her make-up and jewelry. His father was to blame for the death of his mother. A couple of guys that his father owed money to came to the house and tried to kill him. His father had taken aim at one of them and fired his gun at him, instead of hitting him; the bullet went through the wall and struck his mother who was protecting him in the next room. The bullet hit her from behind and in the head. His mother had fallen forward on top of him with her blood dripping from the wound onto him.
He missed his mother and wish she had been there yesterday to stop what happen to him. His father had come home early from work and caught him dressed up in some of his mothers’ clothes he had hidden away for himself. His father had grabbed him by the arms and turned him over his knees and pulled down the panties he had on and spanked him with his leather belt that had metal holes in it. He could feel blood starting to slide down his legs from the broken skin. When his father stopped spanking him with the belt he had stood him up in front of him and told him to take off the dress he had on. He told him no and before he could duck or move, he was back handed so hard that he was lifted off the floor and thrown a good twenty feet into the other wall. He felt his head and body slam against the wall. His father had closed the distance and yelled at him for disobeying him as his father’s fist punched his face breaking his nose and giving him another black eye. The last thing he felt, before he blacked out was his father’s thirteen-inch work boot kicking him in the stomach while he slumps against the wall.

He remembered waking up in a ditch early this morning feeling every injury he had sustained from his father. He couldn’t believe his father would dump him on the side of the road in a ditch like this. It was difficult for him to climb up the steep bank of the ditch because of his injuries, but he was glad once he got to the top. He looked around trying to find someone to help him, but there was no one around. He had started to walk down the side of the road hoping someone would spot him. He had stepped onto a bunch of broken glass that had been hidden beneath a layer of dead leaves. It wasn’t till the sun had been up for a while that he heard thunder from the motorcycles that he started to have some hope.
Angel felt himself being laid down on the ground on top of a blanket and being checked over by another woman. She tears open the dress he has on and starts checking him. He looks up at her, just before passing out again.

The woman carrying the young girl lays her down carefully on the blanket. Angie takes her vest off and balls it up under the young girl’s head to act as a pillow for her. Helena kneels next to the young girl and starts to examine her. She tears open the dress and when the young girl looks up at her, she feels so sorry for her. Helena watches as the young girls eyes close as she passes out.

The woman who had been carrying the young girl looks at Helena as she begins to examine her “Is she going to be okay?”
Helena looks at her leader “He looks pretty beat up D.A., whoever abused this child, broke several of his ribs and did a number on him. This child doesn’t deserve this type of treatment.”

“Did you just say he?” Angie and D.A. say at the same time.
“Yep, this child has the plumbing of a boy, but he is missing two of the three things that really make him a male. His testes are missing and I would guess that’s why he looks so much like a developing girl of his age. Look at his chest, he’s starting to develop breast of his own.” Helena takes out some gaze, bandages and peroxide. She starts cleaning the wounds she can find with peroxide and bandage them up to keep them sterile.

Angie looks towards D.A. “well what do you want to do? We could call the local Sheriff and turn him over to them or take him with us and turn him over to them.”

D.A. looks down at the young boy and is surprise how much he looks like a little girl. She brushes some of his dirty blonde hair out of his closed eyes. She had notice that he had green eyes, compare to her light blue ones. D.A. watches Helena as she works on the poor child.

“Can he be moved Helena?” D.A. was thinking that till they find out what happen to this child, that he would be better off with them.

“If someone holds him, then the answer is yes. I can give him a pain reliever to make it more comfortable and to keep him asleep till we met up with Brenda later this afternoon. He’s going to need some clothes to wear, unless you want to keep him wrapped up in the blanket.” Helena starts gathering all the trash and medical waste up and put them in the trash bag she has with her. She stuffs the ruin dress inside as well.

“Ask Edith if she has spare set of clothes with her. I know she normally carries some of our T-shirts and shorts for sell. Also, let’s keep it quiet that he is a he as well. The rest of the group doesn’t need to know what his sex is right now. If anyone asks, she is my niece and was attack.” D.A. tells the others there with her.

“You’re the boss D.A.” Helena picks up her emergency bag and heads back towards her motorcycle. She stops at a motorcycle just before she reaches hers and talks with a young woman with silver color hair.

The other women in the club had stayed by their motorcycles wondering what was going on. They were curious as to what was going on with the young girl they had seen their leader carry off the road.
Two women come walking forwards with one of them carrying two clear packages in her hand.
As she approaches D.A. and Angie “You wanted these D.A.?” as she hands the packages to D.A.

Angie looks towards both of her fellow sisters “there for this young girl here. Her dress was to damage for her to travel in and we had to throw it away.”

The silver haired woman looks down at the sleeping young girl. “She looks so peaceful. What happen to her?”

“We don’t know yet. All we do know is that someone used her as their own personal punching bag.” Angie watches the reaction of the two women.

She knows Clair use to be an abused house wife. She was married to a member in the Pagan motorcycle club. Her partner Rachel had beaten the tar out of Clair’s husband the last time he tried to lay a hand on her. It was bad enough that his wife left him for another woman, but to have that woman beat him up in front of his brothers at the same time was adding salt to the wound. The Pagans were impressed by Rachel and wouldn’t retaliate against her for beating up a member of their club. Angie watches as Rachel glitches her fist in anger. She knows what violence Rachel is capable of. Rachel has a hatred for any man that abuses a young girl or woman.

D.A. had been busy dressing this child in the clothes Clair and Rachel brought up to them. She had used her body to shield the child’s sex from her sisters, until she has had a chance to talk with them all about him. Even dress in their club t-shirts and shorts, he still looked like a young girl. D.A. picks the child up off the ground and turns around with him in her arms. She looks towards the women standing in front of her “I was wondering if one of you two could ride double and hold onto her while we rode., You could ask Selena or Jennifer to ride your motorcycle while your riding double.”

Rachel looks at her partner “You want to ride or hold?”
Clair looks back towards her partner “I’ll hold her, while you handle the motorcycle. Besides, this will give me a chance to spend time with you.”
D.A. puts the sleeping child in Clair’s arms “Let me know if we need to stop for you.”
“Will do DA.” Clair carries the sleeping child back to where her partners’ motorcycle is at after stopping and asking Selena to ride her motorcycle for her, while she holds the child.”

Angie looks towards her friend “I hope you know what your doing DA, cause with our life style, allot of people don’t like the idea of lesbians raising children. Also, what are we going to do if this child turns out to be missing?”
DA looks towards Angie and smiles “I doubt he’s missing., There is to much physical abuse on the child to prove they did this on purpose for what he is. Plus, I want to get the bastard or bastards that beat this child up. It’s time they face the music for their actions.” DA mounts her motorcycle and puts her shades back on.

“Well, whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you on it.” Angie mounts her motorcycle and starts it up. The rest of the women hear their leader’s motorcycles fire up and they follow suit. Once everyone is ready they hit the road again.

Kevin couldn’t believe his luck now. He had finally taken care of his sissy ass son and dumped his lifeless body in a ditch out in the country far away from their home. There is no way no one could blame him for killing his son. No one saw him leave their house last night or even seen him dump the body in the ditch either. His neighbors knew that he punishes his son a lot and they didn’t like him either. They thought he should have been more of a boy as well, instead of acting like a sissy. It was his friend George that had called him and told him about Angel parading around at home dressed in girl’s clothes. He wouldn’t be missed at school. He had already pulled Angel out of school ever since he hatched his plan to kill his sissy son. Now he could go and join his friend Tucker and get that drug business they had been planning started ever since they first meet. His friend Tucker was a member of the Black Devils motorcycle club that produces, sold and transported drugs all over their state and the next three states around them. If they paid a share of their business to the local large motorcycle club, they weren’t messed with. Another reason Kevin had waited so long to kill his son, was that he didn’t have to report to his parole officer any more. After the accidental shooting of his wife by him and the two gang members he cheated out of money. He only had six more months to go, before he could follow his dream. If his son had been more of a man, he would had taken him with him and introduce him into the life style of being an Outlaw. Instead, his son was a big sissy and not a man at all.

True, his son had been born with one of the parts that identify a male child, but his testes had never dropped down. The last time they took Angel to see the Doctor about this, he told them that their son had never been born with them. Somehow while his son developed inside his wife’s womb, his sons body never allowed them to develop. All the Doctor could do was put his son on hormone replacement therapy and let the hormones develop Angel into a man., Instead of doing that, the hormones had an ill effect on Angel’s body and couldn’t take them. His body rejected them and no matter what types of male hormones the doctor prescribes. Angel either wouldn’t take them or pour them all out or his body would reject them. That was why he hated his son so much. No matter how hard he tried to make a man out of his son, he would always resist. That’s when he decided that he would kill his son. After his wife was killed, he didn’t see any reason to keep him around any longer. Now he could pursue the life he wanted and not have anything to hold him back or to let others locate him.

Kevin looks at his watch and notice he had twenty minutes to meet Tucker at the bar the club owned in town. He takes one last look at the hotel room he had gotten this morning when he arrived in town. After tonight he hopes to be pledged into the Black Devils club. He already had his motorcycle which was a Harley Davidson with 12000cc custom motor job done. Even tho the Black Devils Motorcycle club doesn’t require any particular type of motorcycle to join, he wanted to impress the leader of the club with his motorcycle. He picks his helmet up and heads down towards his motorcycle and mounts it. When he fires the motorcycle, it sends shivers through out his body to hear the rumble of the exhaust and to feel the power under him vibrate. He puts it into gear and heads off towards the bar where he is to meet Tucker. He notices all the motorcycles outside in front of the bar, plus several guys standing around outside as well. Some of them he knows are prospects or hang around. Tonight, he goes from being a prospect to being a full fledge patched member. He paid the club the money they asked for and did everything they asked of him, while he was still on his parole. His parole Officer never knew about his involvement with the club, nor the fact that his friend Tucker had approached him about starting his drug business back up again. He parks his motorcycle and heads inside the bar. He spots his friend Tucker over at his normal table and heads over towards him.

Tucker had been drinking his beer waiting on his friend to show up. He had promise him to go back into business with him after he was release from his parole. Tucker knew about the death of Kevin’s wife and how it had been staged to look like an accidental shooting. He also knew about Kevin’s sissy looking son, which brought so much grief to his friend’s life. When he received a phone call this morning saying the brat was dead and that Kevin was now free to join up. Tucker had called his leader and arranged to get him to agree to allow Kevin to be patched tonight as a full member. Tucker had plans for him and Kevin and having nothing to tie his friend down now worked perfectly into his plans.

“Enjoying the beer Tucker?” Kevin says as he sits down across from his friend.
Tucker looks up and over towards Kevin “it’s okay for a micro-brew beer. So, you have finally taken the plunge and are now ready to commit full time to the club?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. That sissy son of mine has finally gotten what he deserved and is no longer among us. I wouldn’t be surprise there is a news piece done on finding his body. That is if they ever find his body. Where I dumped him, they barely ever patrol those roads for anything and the scavengers around there would have cleaned his body by the time anyone did find his remains.” Kevin looks at his friend to see what he thought.

An evil smile appears on Tucker’s face at his friend’s statement “Your one cold hearted bastard, Kevin”

“If I had a son worth having, he would have to be more like your oldest Tucker. At least you can be proud of what he has accomplished and how much respect he receives from the other motorcycle clubs around here.” Kevin motions for a waitress to bring him a beer.
“True, he’s done a lot to make me proud of him. In our world, you don’t get notice if you’re weak. Which brings me to this my friend?” He stands up and two guys appear behind Kevin and seize both of his arms and carry him over towards a man with a grey bread and matching pony tail. The women near him leaves his side as he looks at Kevin face-to-face.

“I’ve heard good things about you Kevin or should I call you “Cutter” instead?” The old man just examines Kevin’s eyes and facial features. Looking for any sign that Kevin might be an undercover cop.

“Whatever name you would like to call me Big Tony.” Kevin knew right away who this man was and what respect he should show him.

Tony rubs his chin “Whatever name I would like to call you, you say.” He rubs his chin even more.

“You’ll be known among us as Cutter from this day forward. Here is your vest boy. Wear it with pride and honor our brotherhood.” Tony hands the leather vest to Kevin and watches as he puts it on.

A big ole’ smile appears on Kevin’s face. He’s been waiting for this day for six months now.

“First round is on me brother’s!” Kevin looks at all his fellow brothers and announce his intentions.

The beer and whiskey start flowing as the bar starts becoming rowdy and southern metal rock starts to blare from the speakers in the bar. The Mama’s of the gang are socializing with different members of the club. At least two of the mama’s attach themselves to Kevin since he is a new member and show him a good time there in the bar that day.

Clair holds tight onto the child as she sleeps soundly during the ride. A smile appears on her face as she watches Selena ride her motorcycle next to her partner’s bike. Clair wonders who would beat such a lovely child as this girl appears to be. Even with her wearing the clothes Edith design for the club to sell, she looks so darling and peaceful. D.A. had called Brenda and she was going to meet them in the next town so they could transfer the girl to the camper and let her sleep in there till they camp for the night. Clair wouldn’t mind a nice hot soak in a tub tonight, but she knew that D.A. had planned for them to camp out at a friend of hers out here in the country. They had camped out there last year when they rode to Sturgis. This trip so far has been kind of uneventful except when they found this young girl. Clair holds her tight as they ride. The country side looked as inviting as they push on-ward. Clair always enjoyed riding on back country roads, compare to normal highway roads. You got to see more of the land and meet some of the people as well.
The whole gang pull into a little convince store to refill their motorcycles and to grab something cold to drink. Rachel looks back towards her lover.

“You want anything from inside luv?” Rachel takes off her helmet and watches Clair and the young girl.

“If they have cold lemonade, then yes. If not, a cold bottle of water would be nice. Sleeping beauty here won’t wake-up for a while.” Clair looks down at the angelic bruised face of their charge.

“It’s best if she remains like that for now. I heard Helena say she has a couple of broken ribs. She’s going to be in pain when she wakes up after this.” Rachel runs her fingers through the girl’s unwashed hair.

“She is going to need a bath. Her hair is greasy and needs attention. Look at her finger nails; it looks like she never took care of them.” Rachel felt sorry for this little girl.

She gets off the motorcycle and heads inside the store to buy their drinks. Edith gets off her motorcycle and fills up Rachel’s motorcycle, while Clair holds onto the little girl.

“How’s she doing?” Edith asks as she watches the gas pump price.

“She’s out like a light, Edith. Those clothes you gave me to put on her, fit her perfectly. If she wasn’t covered with bandages and had bruises all over her body and face. She would be a looker. “Clair adjusts her arm to support the little girls head better.

“Do we know what her name is?” Edith stops the gas from pumping out of the tank on the motorcycle.

“Nope, not yet. D.A. and Angie didn’t have time to ask her anything before she passed out.” Clair wonders what her name was as well.

“Well I’m thinking about calling her Angel after this necklace I found in the store for her.” Rachel holds up a pure clear crystal angel on a silver necklace.

“Angel sounds like a good name for her.” D.A.’s voice sounds from the left of them. She had her helmet off and her dirty blonde hair was wet with sweat from wearing it.

“You just like it D.A., because it goes with yours.” Edith teases D.A.

“You gave me my nick name old lady.” D.A. looks fondly at Edith.

“That’s because you were one of the original Dirty Angels luv. You’re the last of them that is still riding her motorcycle and enjoying the freedom that the open highway gives you.” Edith looks at D.A. and gives her a motherly smile. She is very proud to call D.A. her leader and sees her as her own daughter.

“Well then that’s settled then. From now on, this young lady is going to be called Angel among us.” Rachel fastens the necklace around the sleeping girl’s neck.

Clair looks at D.A. “how much longer before we met up with Brenda?”

“We still have three more hours before we met up with her. She’s going to meet us at Frank’s road house right around five this evening. Frank is going to let us camp out in the back parking lot for the night. Do you want someone else to hold onto Angel while we ride?” D.A. looks at Clair and can image how hard it is to hold a sleeping form and keep her balance on the motorcycle at the same time.

“I’ll be okay D.A. , Angel’s no problem at all. I’m just worried about her ribs.” Clair was concern about Angel’s ribs.

“She’ll be okay for another three hours. Helena says that they didn’t feel broken in half or anything. So they might just be cracked or fractured. Once the medication wears off, she’s going to be in pain and will need to move around slowly for awhile.” D.A. was glad that they had a certified paramedic in their club. She appreciated Helena’s medical knowledge and training. Helena was an old friend of hers that she met when she got back from an assignment in Afghanistan. Both of them had severed in the Army, but in different jobs. Helena was a field medic and she was Military Intelligence.

D.A. takes one more look at Angel “That crystal angel does suit her, Rachel.”

Rachel just smiles from the compliment D.A gave her. “Thanks, D.A.”

D.A. turns back around and heads back up towards her motorcycle. She and Angie heads into the store while the rest of their club finish filling up at the pumps. Clair drinks her lemonade while still holding onto Angel. Rachel drinks her drink and watches her lover and Angel.

After a while the club starts riding down the road again. Everyone was in a good mood and the time just flies by as they finally arrive at Frank’s road house after dark. In the back parking lot behind Franks’ is three campers and six motorhomes parked in a U shape. Each of the bikers parks their respected motorcycles up to the camper or motorhome they will be sleeping in for the night. Rachel pulls up to the first motorhome with Clair on the back with Angel. Angie and D.A. are already there and dismounted.

“Does Brenda have enough room for all of you guys and Angel?” Rachel was wondering if they had enough space inside.

“Yep, Angel’s going to sleep in the Master bedroom with Angie and me. That way we can keep an eye on her if she wakes up.” D.A. had figured it might be best to have the women that knew Angel’s true gender to deal with her instead of the whole club right now. She’ll tell Rachel and Clair tomorrow after breakfast about Angel’s true gender.

Angie walks over and accepts Angel from Clair. “Here why don’t the two of you go and have dinner and a few drinks on me tonight.” D.A. gives Clair two hundred dollars for tonight.

“Thanks D.A. let us know if Angel wakes up.” Clair hops onto Rachel’s motorcycle behind her and they drive off. Brenda opens the motorhome door for D.A. and Angie and stands back to let D.A. come in with her hands full with a sleeping Angel.

“Sit her over near the sink and I’ll give her a sponge bath and wash her hair, while you two take a shower to get the road grime off your body.” Brenda points D.A. over towards a high chair that had been set up for Angel near the sink. It was sitting on a sheet of clear plastic.
D.A. notice that Brenda had put some straps to hold Angel’s sleeping form onto the chair. She carefully strips Angel out of her clothes and fastens her into the chair. She notices the abuse that Angel had to endure on her back and legs. There were cigarette burns on her arms where you wouldn’t see them.

She looks towards Brenda “Did you manage to get him some clean clothes and shoes to wear?”

“Yep!, I got him a package of clean panties, training bra and shoes as well. I also got him, shorts, jeans and various t-shirts and blouses. Even a nice pair of shoes he can wear when we go out for a fancy dinner. There’s been nothing about a missing girl or boy that matches his description with any of the police departments. If he is a runaway, then no one reported him missing at all.” Brenda looks over towards Angel still asleep in the chair with the bandages covering up his injuries.

“Then that means, someone tried to kill the poor child and left him for dead.” D.A. couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Who would do that to a child? Angel couldn’t be any older than ten or eleven years old at best. He wasn’t even close enough to be a teenager yet.

Brenda could see something was bothering D.A., She knew her leader better than most people. Brenda knew the subtle movements of D.A. facial features, better then D.A.’s partner Angie did.
“Why don’t you two go and get clean up. I’ll give our Angel here a sponge bath and put her to bed afterwards.” Brenda heads over towards Angel’s sleeping form and starts preparing some warm water to wash Angel’s body with.

D.A. and Angie heads into the bathroom of the Motorhome and starts getting undress and take a shower together, enjoying the touch of each other’s hands and kisses. They spend some time in the bathroom together, while Brenda washes Angel’s hair and clean his body, being careful not to touch him on any of his wounds that are bandaged up. When Brenda is finish with Angel, she slips a light blue night shirt on him that says 10% Hellion, 90% Angel. She slips a pair of matching panties up underneath the night shirt and then picks Angel up and lays him down in the large Master bedroom that Angie and D.A. will be sleeping in tonight. Brenda still hears the water running in the shower as she heads back into the living area of the motorhome and starts to clean up the mess she made when she gave Angel a bath. By the time she is done cleaning, Angie and D.A. comes out of the shower together and starts getting ready for bed. D.A. isn’t hungry tonight and Angie doesn’t want to eat without D.A. there with her, so she is going to snack on whatever they have in the motorhome tonight, before heading to bed.

Sometime after mid-night, Angel started coming around. He notices his chest hurt and that he was wrapped up as well. He could feel someone lying next to him and the perfume from them smelled familiar to him. Tears start to slide down his face and cheeks and he turns slowly and buries his face and wraps his arms around the person sleeping next to him.

“I’m sorry mommy for making Daddy angry. He said I should have never been born and that it was your fault that I was born the way I am mommy. He said he would be better off with me dead mommy.” Angel cries against D.A.’s shoulder.

D.A. felt Angel stir, but didn’t move when he put his arms around her and buried his face against her shoulder. She had wrap her arms around him and held him to her as she listen to what he had to say.

“I hate being a boy mommy. I want to be like you and the other girls in my school and our neighborhood. I’m always picked on and teased at school and Daddy is always calling me a sissy and beating me, telling me to act more like a boy.” He starts crying even more as he buries his face closer against D.A.’s shoulder.

D.A. rubs his back and coo’s to him trying to get him to relax and also let him get it all out of his system.

“He wanted to kill me today Mommy when he saw me wearing one of your old dresses. Daddy said a pervert like me didn’t deserve to live as he beat me mommy.” Angel shivers and cries some more.

Angel finally cries himself asleep again as he stayed closed to D.A.

D.A. looks over towards Angie to see if she heard what Angel just said. Angie looks directly back towards D.A. and you could see a tear slide down her face. She moves closer to Angel and sandwich him between herself and D.A. She wraps her arms around him as well and holds onto him during the night.

When morning time comes, D.A. is the first one awake. She slowly gets out of bed without waking Angel and looks over towards Angie, who was playing pillow for him. She smiles at the image. Angie looked so content just lying there playing pillow for the little child who’s head was resting on top of her chest. Sometime during the night Angel must had turned onto his stomach, because his legs had been resting on her thighs this morning. She heads towards the bathroom and answer natures call. She splashes some water on her face to get the sleep out of her eyes and to help wake her up. She slips on a pair of sweat pants and an oversize t-shirt and heads towards the front of the motorhome. She can smell the wonderful scent of brew coffee in the air. As she emerges out of the bedroom and into the main living area of the Motorhome, she notice that four of the eight women that slept in the Motorhome last night were already awake and enjoying a cup of brew coffee.

“Here you go D.A. this should help wake you up.” Brenda hands D.A. a black coffee mug with the club’s logo on it.

“Thanks Brenda” D.A. takes the offer mug and takes a sip of the hot concoction inside. She sits there and thinks about what she should do next.

Angel confessed last night that his father tried to kill him yesterday for dressing up like a girl. Plus, on top of that Angel himself doesn’t like being a boy and wants to be a girl instead.

D.A. stares down into her coffee cup and wonders what she should do with him. She’s never thought about having children of her own and she knows it would cause little problems with her lifestyle. Not many courts would allow a lesbian couple to adopt a child either. She could track down Angel’s father and have him sign an adoption agreement for her to have sole custody of Angel or she could get a complete new Id made for Angel and have her and Angie listed as her parents. The last one would be no problems, she knows a few people in the right places that could give her a complete background with birth certificate and social security card for Angel. It’s not like her biology father would say anything. She has the confession from Angel to black mail him with. The next thing is, should she track him down and have him brought to justice for his crimes against Angel? D.A. takes a sip of her coffee and hears movement behind her. Angie comes walking into the living area and sits down on D.A.’s lap. She gives D.A. a kiss on the cheek.

Angie looks at every one else sitting at the table with them. Brenda passes her a mug of coffee in the same type of mug everyone else is drinking from.

“How’s Angel this morning?” Brenda looks towards both her leaders.

“She’s still asleep. I think she is still emotionally tired from everything she’s been through.” Angie takes a sip of her coffee.

“Poor girl.” One of the other women at the table says looking towards Angie.

“You don’t know the half of it.” D.A. replies towards the woman who had spoken.

“What do you mean D.A.?” Now the women was curious along with everyone else at the table.

D.A. just sighs before responding “I’ll tell everyone at the breakfast meeting this morning. It will be easier and that way I’ll only have to say it once to everyone.”

“Okay!” Everyone was wondering what was important now concerning Angel.

The women in the motorhome that were asleep start waking up and joining those already awake at the table for coffee. As everyone is sitting there drinking their coffee; Angel comes limping in rubbing her eyes. She looked so cute wearing the night shirt that Brenda put on her last night. She waves hello and heads over towards where D.A. and Angie are sitting at the table.

Angel leans in towards D.A.”I got to go potty.”
The women that over heard her say that to D.A. just smile at Angel. She looked so cute with her dirty blonde hair resting next to D.A. same color hair.

“I’ll show her where it is D.A.” Brenda gets up and walks around the table to where Angel is standing next to D.A.
Angel looks at D.A. and then at Brenda “Go on sweetie. Brenda won’t hurt you.”

Angel lets herself be escorted to the bathroom by Brenda. When they get to the bathroom door, Brenda looks down at Angel “Do you know how to use the bathroom like a girl, Angel?”

“Yes Ma’am, my mommy showed me, because she said I kept having accidents every time I went, so she said I should use it like a girl does to prevent me from having accidents.” Angel looks at her for a second “How did you know my name was Angel?”

Brenda was surprise at that statement. They had just named the poor kid Angel because of how he looked when he was asleep, instead of just calling him kid.

“I didn’t, we gave you that nick name last night when you arrived here. We didn’t know what to call you.” A friendly smile appears on her face. “What is your full name Angel?”

“My mommy named me after a friend of hers. She said that her friend was like a sister to her. My full name is Angel Dakota Stevens.” Angel starts doing his little dance now.

Brenda notices that Angel was starting to fidget while talking to her “Why don’t you go and use the bathroom and well talk later, Okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel rushes into the bathroom and makes it just in time. He sits there and wonders how these women came upon him. He remembers the one who carried him off the street and the other woman, plus the one that took care of him, but he doesn’t remember the one that showed him the bathroom or the fact that she knew he was a boy, but called him a girl in front of the others.

He looks down at the nightshirt he has on and smile. He always wanted to wear something like this, but his father refused to let him. He always said it made him look like a little girl. He looks down at the panties he had been wearing and that brought a smile to his face as well. He liked being treated like a girl. He hated being a boy and hopes the woman that found him will allow him to dress as a girl.

Brenda stood outside the bathroom door and waited on Angel to do his business. A playful smile was forming on her face. His full name had the same first two initials as D.A.’s nick name. Plus, D.A.’s real name was Debbie Alexis Swan, which gave her the same initials in his name, but his first and middle being the opposite of hers.

After a few minutes the bathroom door opens and Angel comes walking out.

“Did you wash your hands young lady?” Brenda looks down at Angel.

“No Ma’am” Angel felt embarrass that he forgot to wash his hands. His mother told him a young girl always washes her hands after going to the bathroom.

“Then go back in there and wash your hands and hurry on back out. We got to get you dress and ready for breakfast with the rest of the club.” Brenda turns Angel around and herds him back into the bathroom.

Angel hurries and washes his hands with Brenda watching him and then dries them and heads back out of the bathroom. Brenda takes his hand and leads him to the back bedroom again. He notices she had laid out some clothes for him to wear today.

“Alright young lady, off with your night clothes. Fold your night shirt up and leave it on the bed. Put your dirty panties in that hamper there.” Brenda points towards a white hamper that has butterflies on it. “That’s your hamper young lady. I don’t want to be picking up your dirty clothes from around this room. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel slips his panties down and drops them into the hamper Brenda pointed at. He folds his night shirt and places it on the bed like he was told to do.

He stands there in the nude looking at Benda.

“Okay! The first item where putting on you, is your new training bra young lady. You’re starting to develop and we can’t have your chest being sore from your dress.” Brenda slips the training bra over Angel’s head and slips it into place. She then picks up a pair of dark color panties next.

“Okay, lift your leg and place them in the holes.”

Angel holds onto Brenda as she helps him put the clean pair of panties on.

She then picks up the dress lying on the bed “this will help hide your bandages wrapped around your chest Angel. We had to warp them when we found you, because they were fractured by whoever beat you.”

“My father did it when I was lying on the floor after hitting the wall behind me. He kicked me several times and yelled at me calling me all sorts of names.” Angel could feel the tears starting to form.

“Well, you have nothing to worry about now. None of us are going to let anyone hurt you from now on.” Brenda lowers the dress down around Angel’s body and helps him slip his arms in through the shoulder straps.

Angel winces when he lifts his arms above his head, but with Brenda’s help. He manages to get his arms through the straps of the dress. He looks at himself in the mirror mounted on the wall over the dresser. He looked just like a girl with the dress on. All he had to do to make it perfect was brushes his hair out. He fingers the necklace around his neck.

“Brenda, who gave me this necklace?” Angel holds it in his fingers.

“I believe Rachel did. She’s Clair’s partner and the one who held you while you were out yesterday. Don’t you like it?” Brenda picks up a brush and start to brush out Angel’s hair.

“Yes Ma’am, I like it very much.” Angel stands still while Brenda brushes his hair out.

Brenda smiles and enjoys the feel of Angel’s hair. It felt better than it did last night when she washed it and added a special conditioner to it. She’s going to have to wash his hair again tomorrow and reapply the conditioner she used to get his hair back to being healthy again.

“Okay, that’s done. Let’s get your shoes on and you can go in the living area and sit down for a while to wait on D.A. to take you to breakfast." She escorts Angel back over towards the bed and starts putting his shoes on, being careful not to make the straps too tight because of the bandages wrapped around his feet from being cut up.

“There. All finish, let’s go show your mom now.” Brenda takes Angel’s hand and leads him back out to where everyone is still sitting at the table. She walks’ Angel right up to D.A.

“Here you go D.A.; Your daughter is already for breakfast.” Brenda steps back away from Angel.

D.A. turns to look at Brenda and to tell her that she wasn’t sure if Angel is going to be her daughter, but once she gets a look at Angel. She stops herself from saying anything. Angel looked so cute standing there in the pink, beige and peach color Maxi dress. She couldn’t believe how the dress added to the white saddles; necklace and Angel’s hair brushed out made him look so much like a sweet little girl.

Angie looks at Angel as well and she couldn’t help to feel proud how well Angel looked at as well.

“Oh, the nick name you ladies gave Angel yesterday is the same as her real name. Her real name is Angel Dakota Stevens.” Brenda looks at D.A. when she says this.

“Wow, how did we manage to give her the same nick name as her name?” Angie looks at D.A.

“You’ll have to ask Rachel that question. She’s the one that gave Angel her nick name. I think she did it because of how innocent she looked and because of that neck lace.” D.A. points towards the crystal Angel hanging around Angel’s neck.

Angel looks at the Angel and then back towards D.A. He wonders who Rachel is. Brenda told him that she was Clair’s partner, but he doesn’t remember seeing her.

“Does your chest hurt Angel?” D.A. says as she looks at Angel and can tell he looks a little flush.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel was telling the truth. His chest was hurting him.

D.A. stands up and walks over towards the sink and opens one of the drawers and pulls out a bottle of aspirin and takes two out for Angel. She then gets a plastic cup down and fills it up with water. She turns back around and walks over to Angel “Here, why don’t you sit down here next to Angie and take these pills for the pain. They might be a little too strong for you, but they will help with the pain from your ribs.” D.A. sits Angel down in her chair and hands him the pills and the cup of water.

Angel takes the pills and pops them into his mouth and takes a sip of water to help him swallow them. He drinks all the water and hands the cup back to D.A.

“Are you going to be okay, while I go and get dress?” D.A. didn’t want to leave him along unless she had too.
“Don’t worry about Angel, D.A. I’ll be here to keep her company while the rest of you get dress to go to breakfast. I’ll watch over Angel while you guys get ready.” Brenda looks at D.A and then at Angel. She was already dress for breakfast and could clean up the coffee mess before they left to go to breakfast.

“Are you sure Brenda? I can wait till Angie is dress and have her keep Angel Company.” D.A knew Brenda was willing to do anything for the club.

“It’s fine. Angel and I can talk some more while you’re getting ready. Now go and get dress for breakfast.” Brenda shoos D.A. out of the living area along with everyone else.

Brenda looks at Angel “You don’t mind helping me do you Angel?”

“No Ma’am.” Angel gets up and starts collecting the coffee cups off the table and in the living area and takes those over to Brenda who had been filling up the sink with wash water.

“Brenda? Is D.A. going to keep me as her daughter?” Angel gets a towel and start to dry the coffee mugs in the drain broad.

“I’m not sure yet Angel. I can tell she cares for you, like the rest of us does. We need to know more about what happen to you and why?” Brenda washes a mug in her hands.

“My father doesn’t love me. He hates me and is disappointed with me. He said he should have made my mother have an abortion instead of letting her give birth to me and be an embarrassment to him.” Angel can recall all the times his father vocally abused him and how his mother always tried to protect him from the abuse.

“Why was he saying such mean things to you?” Brenda looks at Angel. She couldn’t believe why anyone would feel this way towards such a sweet child.

“Because he wants someone that is going to be a manly man and follow in his footsteps like his friend Tucker oldest son Ralph, does. Ralph was one of the bullies who always picked on me and stole my lunch money or lunch I brought from home. He and his friends pretty much ran our school. Even some of the teachers were afraid of him. Ralph’s father Tucker is a member of the Black Devils club. Tucker is their main drug producer and him and my father use to be in business together, before my father got busted by the cops before I was born.” Angel picks up another mug and dries it and put it away in the cabinet near him.

Brenda knew of the club and knew the leader of it didn’t tolerate the murder of children or women. Tony was a family man himself and had four children. His wife knew how to ride a motorcycle and operated the bar the club owned. Their club house was only a few streets down from the bar. That way they could protect it. She needs to past this information onto D.A. and let her handle it.

Brenda glances down at Angel as he dries another mug and puts it away.

“What happen to your mother? Didn't she try to stop your father from abusing you?” Brenda already knew any mother would, but wanted to hear what Angel had to say.

“Mom was killed by a bullet my father shot towards one of the guys who broke into our home and threaten us. She was protecting me when the bullet came through the wall separating my bedroom from our living room. It hit her in the back of her head and caused her blood to splatter on to me. She died protecting me.” Tears start to stream down Angel’s cheek.

Brenda kneels and wipes the tears away. She gathers Angel up in her arms and gives the poor child a big hug.

D.A. had happened to hear what happen to Angel’s mother. She had stopped in the hallway leading from her and Angie’s room to listen to the conversion going on between Brenda and Angel. She comes walking in and notices Brenda giving Angel a hug.
Brenda notices D.A. standing their dress in her leathers with her hair tied up in the braid she normally keeps her hair in when she is riding her motorcycle.

“So? Was Angel a big help to you Brenda?” D.A. looks at Angel.

“She was a very big help and a hard worker.” Brenda gives Angel a proud smile.

Angie comes walking in next along with several other women behind her.

D.A. turns to her partner and the other women she looks at the one that looks like she is a teenager.

“Kelly, would you mind fetching Rachel and Clair for me please.” D.A. gives the younger looking girl a friendly look.
She runs off to fetch Rachel and Clair. D.A. looks towards Angel again.

“Sweetie, there some business I need to speak to everyone here about. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind going with Rachel and Clair to breakfast. I want you to be on your best behavior and do everything they say, Okay?” D.A. could see Angel was nervous about this.

“Yes ma’am.” Angel wonders if he did anything wrong.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Angel. I just need to speak to everyone concerning our road trip and a few other matters that I know you’ll find boring and I bet your pretty hungry by now.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything for the past two days.

Rachel and Clair come walking in with Kelly behind them. They smile when they see Angel up and walking around.

D.A. looks towards both women “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind watching after Angel while I talked to the officers here.”

“We don’t mind at all D.A., I was just wondering how Angel was doing this morning.” Rachel looks down at Angel. She liked the dress they had her dress in.
“Thanks. I shouldn’t be more than ten to twenty minutes.” D.A. walks over and places a kiss on Angel’s cheek.

“You young lady be good and we’ll go out and get you something to read or listen to while we’re traveling okay?” D.A. looks at Angel.

Angels throws his arms around her neck and leans in to whisper something to D.A.
“All I want is someone to love me.” He hugs her fiercely.

D.A. just looks into his green eyes “You already have that kiddo. That’s what I need to speak to these other ladies about. I’m their leader and I need to inform them. Now go and be good and get whatever you want at breakfast. We’ll talk later about this matter.” D.A. gives Angel another kiss and a big hug.

She stands up and gives Angel a light swat on her butt. “Go and get something to eat young lady.”

“Yes mommy” Angel follows Rachel and Clair out of the motorhome.

Angel looks up at Rachel “thank you for the necklace. I love it.”

Rachel just looks down at Angel “your welcome. I thought you might like it. Here put these on.” Rachel hands Angel her sunglasses ‘These should cover up your black eyes and keep people from asking questions.”

Clair opens the door to Frank’s for them and led them into the restaurant portion. Several other women from their club were already there enjoying their breakfast. Clair escorts them over towards the buffet that had been set-up for breakfast and Rachel helps Clair fix a plate for Angel. Once Angel’s plate is filled, Clair escorts Angel over to their table and finds three seats that are together for her; Clair and Angel sit down and start eating their breakfast. Rachel shows up later and pours a glass of orange juice for Angel, while she and Clair have coffee.

Angel couldn’t believe how full his plate looked. He started in on the bacon with his fingers and ate that. He mixes his scramble eggs with some grits Rachel made him get and tries it that way. He had spotted Clair doing the same thing, so he thought he would give it a try. Angel was so busy eating and having fun that he didn’t notice his new mother or the rest of the women who stayed to talk to her come in. He was half way done with his orange juice when he heard D.A.’s voice.

“Fellow Sirens, may I have your attention please. “All the women at the table stopped talking and look towards the head of the table where D.A was standing. Even Angel looked down towards his new mother.

“Thank you, as you recall yesterday we picked up an injured girl who had fallen into our path. I would like to tell you, that thanks to Helena’s medical skills and Clair’s willingness to hold that young girl till we got here, that young girl is here right now having breakfast with us. Angel could you raise your hand so everyone will know where you are please?” D.A. looks down towards her adopted daughter.

Angel raises her hand like her mother asked her to do. She puts it down after a few minutes.

“As you might have seen or heard about her, she was badly beaten and left to die by her father. All because Angel is different then what he wanted? From the information, I have learned about him from various sources. He is responsible for the death of her mother and the attempted murder of Jenny. As of right now we don’t know where he is to make him pay for what he did to her, however I have pledge to locate him and bring him to justice. In addition to that, I am formally adopting Angel as my and Angie’s daughter and making her an honorary member of the club. That doesn’t mean you get any special treatment young lady. Every woman sitting at this table and that is in our club has the right to tell you what to do at any time and if you don’t. They have the right to punish you for disobeying them. They are your mothers, sisters and Aunts. If you can’t talk to me or Angie about a problem you have, you can talk to any of these ladies and they will do their best to help you. You have the same rights and responsibilities that prospects members have with certain limitations. Now, as for our ride to Sturgis ladies. We’re still a week and half away from arriving there. We have conformation that our campsites will be available for all our motorhomes and campers. We will have power sites with full plumbing connections. The route we will be taken is going to be extremely long, quiet and scenic. We have also been invited to a cookout hosted by the Illinois chapter of the Hell’s Angels, Their Chapter leader, personally extended the offer to us. So, they are expecting us to be there in three days’ ladies, so we’ll be pushing longer times on the road. Check your motorcycles today before we leave here. Are there any questions any one has to ask?” D.A. looks at all the members still sitting and looking towards her.

“If not then, let’s enjoy the rest of our breakfast and get a move on in about an hour then.” D.A. sits down and starts eating her breakfast.

Angel tugs on Clair’s t-shirt.

Clair looks towards Angel.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Angel gives Clair that look every child has, when they have to go to the bathroom.

Clair just smiles; because of how cute Angel looks with the look she is giving her.

“Come on sweetie.” Clair takes Angel’s hand and takes her to the women’s bathroom.

Angel just went with Clair into the women’s bathroom. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her he was a boy, but everyone was treating him like a girl. So, he figured she knew and since his adopted mother said he was a girl, then it was okay.

“Let me know if you need any help Angel.” Clair stands outside the stall while she watched as Angel went in.

Angel was nervous and liking the fact that everyone was treating him like a girl. He pulled his panties down like his mother showed him and sat on the toilet and did his business. When he was finish, he wiped himself and pulled his panties back up like he was supposed to. The toilet flushes behind him. He turns around and watches it as the water goes down the drain. He opens the stall door and head over towards the sink to wash his hand. The counter was a little higher than the sink in the motorhome and with him being so short.

“Need a little help Angel?” Clair walks up behind him and lifts him up carefully.

He winces some because of how sore his ribs are, but he reaches forward and washes his hands. When he is done, Clair puts him back down on his feet.

“Here, Let’s straighten your dress out.” Clair makes some minor adjustments to Angel’s dress. She takes his hand and leads him back out to the table to sit back down.

D.A. had spotted Clair and Angel heading towards the bathroom. She wonders if she should tell everyone Angel’s secret. All her officers already knew Angel’s little secret and none of them thought it really matter. Angel looked so much like a girl of his age, that they felt that it wasn’t necessary to tell anyone anything now. Helena had said she could get a Doctor friend of hers to prescribe estrogen pills for Angel to take. It wasn’t like he wasn’t already developing the secondary sex features of a girl of his age already. D.A. gave the okay for Helena to make the call. She would have Brenda stop at the pharmacy down the street from Frank’s to pick them up. Also, she would have Brenda find out more about Angel on their road trip today. She wanted to know everything about Angel’s life up till now. She knew Angie approved of the idea of both adopting Angel as their daughter. She already had the paper work in motion.

She knows Brenda had done a good job of getting a small wardrobe for Angel, but she knew she was going to need more clothes for her. It was strange that she was going through this much effort for a stray they just found. It never accorded to her before how much she wanted a child of her own. When Angel snuggled up close to her last night and cried against her shoulder and called her mommy, it caused something inside of her to stir to life. She couldn’t believe how protected she felt about Angel.

Angie looks over towards her partner and could tell she was deep in thought about something.

“Watch you thinking?” Angie just watches D.A

“Not much. Just thinking about our road trip and changes we’re going to have to make in our lives now that we are going to be Angel’s parents.” D.A. was being honest to her partner.

Angie reaches over and squeezes D.A.’s hand “well, I think we made the best decision concerning Angel. She’s already been through so much at such a young age, that having people that love her will help heal the emotional scars she is carrying around inside. Are you having second thoughts about being her mother?”

“No! I know I made the right choice in that matter.” She squeezes her partners hand to reassure her that she meant what she said.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you take Angel around the store here and buy her some coloring books and movies for her to watch while she is traveling. I think the movies that are in the motorhome is too much of an adult nature for her to watch.” D.A. looks at Angie to see what she thought of the idea.

“That sounds like fun. Since, I like shopping and you don’t. It will give me an idea on what she likes and what she doesn’t like.” Angie didn’t mind seeing what Angel’s taste was like. She knew Angel didn’t have anything to keep her occupied while they traveled.
Angie gets up from the table and walks down to where Angel was sitting just watching everyone else.

“Hey! Kiddo, why don’t the two of us take a walk?”
Angel looks up to see Angie standing there behind Clair and looking at him.

“Okay!” Angel gets out of his seat and starts walking with Angie towards the store part of Frank’s.

“D.A and I thought you might like to have something to keep you entertain while we traveled today. You’re going to be traveling with Brenda in the motorhome, while your mom and I travel on our motorcycles.” Angie’s looks down to see if Angel understands her.

“Couldn’t I ride with you or mom on your motorcycle?” Angel really wanted to be close to his new mother right now.

“If you were all healed up, we might agree to let you, but since it’s going to take time for your ribs to heal and the fact we don’t have a helmet for you yet. It might be best that you ride with Brenda in the motorhome till you’re completely healed. We’re not stopping at all today and you can take a nap while we are traveling.” Angie could see that Angel was a little disappointed, but with the way her ribs were and the fact she still looked black and blue all over. It would be better and more comfortable for Angel to just ride in the motorhome.

Angel stops in front of a t-shirt display, while thinking about what Angie just said. He really did want to ride with his adopted mother, but his ribs still hurt him and he was feeling a little tired from the pills his mother gave him just before breakfast. He fingers a few t-shirts and look at some of the designs on them.

Angie notice where they had stopped and notice Angel looking at the t-shirts they had stopped in front of.

“Do you see any that you like Angel?” She was watching Angel.

“There’s a few that look neat.” He had spotted a few that he liked. There was one of Thinker Bell and a few others that had animals and butterflies on them.

“Well, why don’t you pick out three that you like and we’ll get them? Okay?” Angie was sure that she could already see which ones Angel would pick.

“Any of them?” He asks Angie with a little uncertainty sound in his voice.

“Yes, any of them. If there’s one you like, go ahead and pick it.” Angie knew why Angel sounded the way he did. Because of his father beating him and forcing him to act manlier.

Angel looks through the ones that caught his interest for the right color and size that would fit him. He liked the fact that Angie and his adopted mother treated him like a girl and wanted to find a pink one with Tinker Bell on it. He found the pink one he was looking for and then two more he liked. Angie took him around the store and let him pick out whatever he wanted. By the time, they got to the cashier, they had eight movies, two packs of rechargeable batteries, a paid as you go cell phone, a portable DVD player with accessories, three t-shirt, two pairs of sunglasses, two pairs of flip flop’s, three hats and other odds and ends for Angel. Including coloring books, two books for her to read and several games she could play with Brenda and Kimberly as well.

They take everything to the motorhome and when they walk in with their purchases.

“Well it looks like you guys have been busy.” Brenda was amazes at how much stuff they brought back.

Angel just blushes “Mommy Angie, told me to pick some things I wanted.” Angel looks back at Angie after saying this to Brenda.

Angie just smiles at her little Angel “I’m trying to turn her into a shopaholic like me.” She places her hand on Angel’s right shoulder and gives her a light squeeze.

“Now, let’s find a home for your purchases and I have to get ready to leave with your other mother.” Angie helps Angel put away her purchases and set up her DVD player and cell phone.

“I’ll give D.A. your number sweetie. That way she can call you when we’re traveling.” Angie leans down and gives Angel a hug.

“I have to go and take my place now.” Angie leaves the motorhome and heads towards her motorcycle and mounts it.

Angel watches from the cockpit area of the motorhome as all the motorcycles pull out of the parking lot and head on their way.

“Well, I guess we should head out as well.” Brenda takes her place behind the steering wheel of the motorhome and Kimberly takes the passenger seat.

“Angel, would you like to ride up here with me for a while?” Kimberly looks back towards Angel.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel says as he walks up to where Kimberly is sitting.

Kimberly lifts Angel up and sits her on her lap.

“There. Now you can see what you have been missing while we travel.” Angel watches in amazement as the motorhome starts moving and starts following the end of the column of the motorcycles. Angel could see in the driver side mirror all the motorhomes following behind them.

“Are we going to follow mom and Angie all the way?” Angel looks towards Kimberly.

“Nope, we’re going to take a different route then your mom. The route they are taking is more suited for motorcycles, while the routes we are going to take are more suited for us. Barbara and her partner Debbie are going to follow your mother. They have all the spare parts for the motorcycles with them and can help repair the motorcycles if someone should break down.” Kimberly watches Angel’s facial reactions to see if she understands.

Angel just smiles and leans back against Kimberly as he watches the motorcycles in front of him. He wonders what it is like to ride on them. He knew he rode on one yesterday when they found him, but he doesn’t remember it. He sits on Kimberly’s lap for the next thirty miles before the motorcycles head one way and Brenda takes a different path for the caravan of motorhomes to follow.

Angel looks towards Kimberly “Are we going to see them again later?”

“Not till tonight. The route they are taking will take them till the end of the day before we see them again. Plus, we’ll be at the place we’re stopping at tonight several hours before them. We’ll have dinner and drinks ready for them by the time they get to us. Now I have a question for you Angel. What grade were you in, in school?”

“I was in the eighth grade, but doing advance classes that were suited for a sophomore. My teachers thought I should had been skipped ahead, but my father told them to leave me where I was and a few weeks after that he pulled me out of school. He had forbidden me from picking up a school book. He said I was already too smart for my own good and that was why people hated me so much. He said a sissy like me should know my place.” Angel shivers when he remembers everything his father did that night to him and his school books. He burned his school books in the grill they had behind the house.

Kimberly could feel Angel shiver. She wraps her arms around her. “It’s okay.” She hugs Angel close to her.

Brenda could see out of the corner of her eye how Angel’s sweet disposition changed from being happy to be frighten and scared. She figures that Angel is going to need someone to talk to about what has happen in his life. It must have been hard for him to be both smart and not being comfortable in his own skin. She’ll have to tell D.A. about this later when they see each other.

Kimberly holds Angel for a while before letting up.

“Angel? I want to give you a test to see where your strong points are and your weak points are. I teach at a private school your mothers are thinking about sending you after we get back from Sturgis. I want to go ahead and start planning to enroll you, so by the time we get back and get you settle, you’ll be ready for school. I know about your secret and will keep it. You’ll be enrolling as a girl and you’ll be expected to act just like one in school. So, let’s go in the back and start on the test.” Kimberly gives Angel one more hug before she lifts her off her lap.

Angel just smiles when Kimberly hugs him and then heads towards the back of the motorhome after Kimberly lifts him off her lap. Kimberly gets up out from the passenger seat and walks with Angel towards the living area of the motorhome. She gets out her lap top and set it up on the table that is there.

“I downloaded the test last night while everyone was asleep, so you could take it. Here’s a pad of scratch paper and a pencil. Just answer each question as best as you can and if you have any question about something, come and get me. Okay?” Kimberly looks towards Angel to see if she understands.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel starts filling in the lines for his name, age and when it gets to address he looks towards Kimberly “What’s D.A. and Angie’s address?”

Kimberly reaches into her tight jean shorts and pulls out her cell phone and hands it to Angel with D.A.’s full name and home address in it.

Angel writes down the address from the phone and then hands the cell phone back to Kimberly.

“If you need anything else, I’ll be up front with Brenda.” Kimberly heads towards the cockpit area of the motorhome.

Angel watches before he goes back to taking the computerize test from the school Kimberly teaches at. Angel spends at least two hours on the test and he is surprise on how much stuff it covers. He finishes it and then saves it for Kimberly to send to the school later. He feels mentally drain after taking the test, so he lies down on the sofa he’s been sitting on and falls asleep.

“Wakey-wakey sleeping beauty.” Kimberly gently shakes Angel’s shoulder. She had come back to the living area to see if Angel wanted to help her make lunch and found her sound asleep. She figures, the poor girl could use it after the abuse she took.

Angel felt someone touch him, but it wasn’t an aggressive touch like his fathers. It was more gentle and soft. He heard Kimberly’s familiar soft voice speaking to him. Trying to break through the fog in his head to get him to wake-up he slowly sits up and looks towards her as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

A smile appears on her Asian feature face. She looked oriental, but there was something about her that didn’t make what he was thinking right. Her accent was more Southern. Like his mother’s use to be. You could hear it in the way she spoke. Even D.A. had a little bit of it in her speech. He even had a little bit, because of how close he sounded like his mother.

“Are you hungry, Sweetie?” Kimberly could tell Angel was trying to wake-up. She looked so cute and younger then she was.

“Yes Ma’am.” Just as Angel said that, his stomach starts growling.

Angel’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He looks at her with such a childish look on his baby feature face.
Kimberly just giggles at him.

“Well, I think that answers my question.” She walks over towards the counter where she prepared the food while he slept.

Angel could feel that they weren’t moving right now and Brenda wasn’t up at the driver. He looks towards the back of the motorhome and could hear noises coming from the bathroom. He turns to look out the window of the motorhome. He notices they had pulled off the main road they had been following and were sitting in the parking lot of a Super Wal-mart.

Kimberly had just turned around with the plate she had fixed for Angel, when she notices she was staring out the window behind her. She walks over with the plate that had Angel’s lunch on it.

“We needed to stop and get some supplies and a swimsuit for you young lady.” Kimberly places the plate on the table along with a plastic bottle of tea.

Angel turns back around when he hears Kimberly’s voice. He notices she had fixed him some sandwiches and had given him potatoes chips on the plate as well, along with a bottle of tea.

He looks towards her “Thank you.” Angel reaches for the first half of the sandwich.

“Any time, I hope you like chicken salad sweetie.” Kimberly places two more plates at the same table that Angel was sitting at and takes a seat next to him.

Angel takes a bite out of the half he had picked up. It tasted sweet, nutty and creamy. The chicken chunks were plentiful and tender.

“Mmm!!,” was the only thing Angel could get out from his full mouth.

Kimberly had been watching Angel to see if she liked the sandwich. She wasn’t sure what she liked, since she spent most of the morning asleep while she and Brenda had converse up front.

“You like it?”

Angel nods his head yes to her question. Once he swallow the bite he had in his mouth “It taste really good. Did you make it?”

“I wish I could take credit for it kiddo, but it is store brought. I just spread it on the bread and served it up.” She gives Angel a smile and picks up a slice of her sandwich and bites into it.

Brenda comes walking in from the back part of the motorhome and notices the two of them already eating their lunch.

“I thought you were going to wait for me.” She says with a playful smile on her face.

“Couldn’t help it Brenda. As soon as I saw the look on Angel’s face. I had to try it for myself.” Kimberly gives Brenda a loving smile as she moves further around the table to let Brenda sit down next to her.

For the next twenty minutes, Angel, Brenda and Kimberly sit there and enjoy their lunch. By the time, Angel finishes his sandwiches and the handful of chips, he was stuff. He had never eaten so much food at once. His adopted mother made sure his plate was full this morning when they had breakfast and now Kimberly had given him a big lunch. He helps tidying up the mess that was left over from lunch and as he is wiping off the table, there is a knock at the trailer door and one of the younger women who were a prospect member comes walking in with several plastic bags in her hands.

April looks towards Angel. She had only seen Angel maybe three times total. When they first arrived with her at the truck stop and then at breakfast with D.A. and Angie at breakfast and then again before she left with her sponsor this morning.

April looks towards Brenda “I bring many gifts, Mistress Brenda”

She had felt kind of self-conscious walking into Wal-Mart looking like a stripper with her tight leather outfit on and extremely high heels. Her outfit barely contain her breast and the extremely short, shorts she was made to wear by her sponsor. We’re riding up into her crotch and showing off a lot of her behind. She walks over towards Brenda and kneels in front of her with her head bowed downward towards the floor of the motorhome.

Angel watches April as she does what she does in front of Brenda. He wonders why she is acting like that and why she called Brenda, Mistress. He notices her leather outfit constricted on her even tighter when she knelt. He could see the prospect patch on the back part of her outfit. He wonders why she is made to perform like this.

Brenda notices Angel watching April. She’ll have to explain to her why they make the prospects act like this later.

“Did you get everything on the list I asked for?” Brenda was looking at April.

“Yes, Mistress. I manage to find everything you asked for and added a few extra pieces that I thought the little girl might like as well.” April still had her head down, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see Angel watching her.

“Very well, you may stand up and show me what you brought.” Brenda just stand there continues to watch April.

April stands up and walks over towards the table that Brenda, Angel and Kimberly had lunch at. She starts taking everything she brought out and laid it out on the table. She lays out at least two one piece swim suits that should fit Angel, four more sundresses, another package of panties and two more training bras’ and three pair of flip flops. She also lays out two more night gowns and she brings out a medium size teddy bear and baby doll for Angel.

She looks towards Angel “I thought you might like something to play with and something to sleep with, besides your mother and her partner.” She hands them to Angel.

Angel accepts them. The last time he played with a baby doll, his father tanned his butt, but he didn’t have to worry about that now.

He holds the baby doll close to him and the Teddy bear as well. He looks towards April with tears sliding down his eyes “Thank you.”

April could see she had done a good job with the teddy bear and baby doll.

“You’re welcome kiddo.” April was proud that she made the child happy. She had two daughters of her own and knew how much they loved their toys.

Brenda could see how happy Angel was with the toys. She looks back at April “You did good slave. Now go and tell Patty to get ready to leave in twenty minutes.”

“Yes Mistress.” April turns and leaves the motorhome.

Angel looks towards Brenda still holding the baby doll and teddy bear he was given.

“Why did she call you Mistress?” Angel was wondering what she was going to say.

“Well, It’s customary for prospects to be treated like a slave in our MC, till they become patch or if that’s how they wish to be treated even after they are patched. April has been with us for almost six months and she still has six more months to go till we decide, to make her a member. Since, we treat prospects as slaves; she should address each patch member, other than the ones who wish to be treated like a slave as Mistress. It’s our policy to find out what a prospect is like, before they join our MC. It’s a test of character and to see what the Prospect is willing to endure to become a member. Does this make any sense to you Angel?” Brenda looks at Angel to see if she understood what she was saying.

“A little bit. I guess.” Angel still wasn’t sure what all of this meant, but if Brenda says it’s okay, then he figures it’s alright.

“You’ll understand when you get older. Now why don’t you take your clothes in the back and put them away, while Kimberly and I get ready to roll out.” Brenda walks over and ruffles Angel’s hair.

Angel just smirks and grabs the items that April brought for him and takes them in the back and put them away. When he is moving back up towards the front of the motorhome, he hears the motor start up, and then it starts moving.

Kimberly looks back towards Angel “Come up here with me Angel.”

Angels heads up front and is lifted onto Kimberly’s lap like before. He leans back against her shoulder and watch as they start driving down the highway. Kimberly turns on the radio till she finds a soft easy listening station and they listen to music as they travel.

The rest of the ride to the campground they were staying at for the night was pleasant and fun for Angel. Kimberly, Brenda and Angel sung together when a few of the songs struck his interest. He enjoyed the companionship and fun he was having. Something that had been missing from his life for a while. After they parked for the night at the campground they arrived at. He helps by sitting up lawn chairs and getting some firewood for the fire they were going to have tonight. He helps Brenda with the food items and helps Kimberly set-up the ice chest full of cold beer, bottles of wine and soft drinks for himself. The prospects in the club were clearing an area for all the motorcycles to park and helping with the food as well. They were making sure everything that needed to be taken out and set on the picnic tables and folding tables were done. Even the candles and electric bug zappers were set-up.

After everything were done to several of the patched members satisfactions. The prospects were told to change into their maid outfits and come back out to serve the riders. Angel was kind of curious about that, but after seeing all the prospects dress in French maid’s outfit. He understood the order that they were given. A lawn chair had been set-up for him next to D.A. and Angie. He walks around the different campers and motorhome’s, meeting some more of the other members who belonged to the club that had volunteer to drive the campers and such, while their partners or friends rode their motorcycles. He gets a drink from the cooler and sits in his chair waiting for his adopted mother and Aunt. After twenty minutes of sitting and waiting, they arrive thirty minutes after they were supposed to. Angel gets up and runs over towards Angie and D.A.’s motorcycle and gives both a big hug.

Angie barely had her helmet off, when she felt someone wrap their arms around her body and give her a squeeze. She looks down and see’s Angel with her arms around her giving her a hug. Angie feels Angel release her and then run around the front of her motorcycle towards D.A.

D.A. had just gotten her helmet off and was still sitting on her motorcycle, when she notices Angel giving Angie a hug first and then releasing her and running around the front of Angie’s motorcycle and coming towards her. She hangs her helmet off her handle bars and opens her arms for Angel, just as she wraps her arms around her body.

She looks down into Angel’s sweet innocent face “Missed us?”

Angel nods his head yes against her leather clad body. He looks up into her eyes “I helped fix dinner for everyone tonight and April brought me a teddy bear and a baby doll of my very own, mommy.”

“Well I can’t wait to taste what you helped cooked tonight for dinner. Also,that was nice of April for buying you a teddy bear and baby doll as well. Why don’t we go and join everyone for dinner?” She gives him a hug back and afterwards unwrap her arms from his body.

Angel feels D.A. unwraps her arms from his body and he does the same and steps back away from the motorcycle so his adopted mother can get off without knocking him over. He walks with them with Angie holding one of his hands and D.A. holding his other.
They head over towards the tables where the food had been set-up and start fixing their plates along with the rest of the club members. Angel made his plate this time being careful not to drop it and afterwards, showed D.A. and Angie where he and April had set-up their seats up at. Angie sits down in her chair next to D.A.’s Angel sits down in his seat and enjoys his dinner along with his adopted mother and Aunt. The rest of the night is peaceful as everyone sits around talking and enjoying each other’s company. Brenda makes sure Angel takes his pain pills for his cracks ribs. Which after a few minutes send him off to never, never, land. D.A. just watches as Angel slowly sub-come to the powerful pain pills Brenda has been giving her.

D.A. gets up and picks up Angel and takes her inside the motor home and slips her night shirt on her and tucks her into bed, while she goes back outside to spend time with her club members. Sometime during the night Angel snuggles close to D.A.’s body and buries his face against her bare skin. He feels so safe sleeping next to his mother. He relaxes against her warm body and sleeps better as he feels her arms wrap around him.

When morning comes, Angel wakes up and notices he is the only one in bed. He hears voices coming from the front of the motor home and heads towards them, after stopping off at the bathroom and does his business. As he gets closer to all the women sitting around the table, Angie picks him up and puts him on her lap.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes Ma’am.” He leans back against her chest and looks at all the women at the table. His mother is sitting to his right next to Angie, with Brenda and Kimberly on her left and the rest of the Officers of the club filling in the seats around the table. Most of them were already dress for the morning ride, his mother and the other women that slept in the motor home with them were still in their underwear. Angel’s mom and Angie had boxers and loose shirts on. He knew they slept naked last night, because he felt his mother’s skin against his body.

D.A. looks over towards Angel “you want to try some coffee this morning sweetie?”

Angel nods his head yes. He always wanted to try the stuff and see what it was like and why all the grown-ups had to have it first thing in the morning.

D.A. picks her mug up and let’s Angel take a sip of hers. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

Angel blows on it and takes a sip of his mother’s coffee. It tasted bitter and yucky to him. He makes a face after tasting it.

D.A. notices the face Angel makes after tasting her coffee “I guess you don’t like.” There was a funny look on her face. Angel looked so cute when she made the face like she did.

“Here, now try mine Angel.” Angie picks hers up and hands it to Angel to drink.

Angel looks down into the mug and notice it wasn’t as dark like his mother’s. It was more like the color of brown mud. He takes a sip of her coffee and liked what he tasted. He takes another sip of Angie’s and hands it back to her.

“Did you like Angie’s coffee better, Angel?” D.A. looks at her daughter.

Angel nods his head yes to his mother’s question.

“Well, now we know she likes her coffee sweet and with creamer.” Angie takes a sip of her coffee.

“Which means when Angel gets older, were going to have to stock up on extra sugar and creamer, till then.” D.A. looks towards her adopted daughter “You’re going to stick to orange juice and milk till your seventeen years old young lady.” D.A. tickles Angel on her side.

Angel squirms under his mother tickling while he is sitting on Angie’s lap. He stops, once D.A. stops tickling him.

“We’re going to be covering a lot of road today. Roy and Joyce are expecting us at their ranch later tonight. As we discuss yesterday, we’ll go to the Hell Angels cookout on our motorcycles. So, pass the word to everyone.” D.A. takes a sip of her coffee and then looks over towards Angel.

“Angel, while we’re at the cookout, Brenda and Kimberly have volunteer to watch over you. Angie and I are going to be busy with club business, so I want you to be on your best behavior.” D.A. just watches her daughter’s reaction.

‘Yes Ma’am,” Angel gives D.A. a warm smile.

“That’s my girl. Now, why don’t we leave in about an hour? That way it will give me and Angie a chance to wake-up and get ready.” D.A. looks at everyone. She could tell they all felt the same way this morning. It was going to be a very long day and they will be glad when it was over with.

Everyone starts to leave the motorhome except those who slept in it. Everyone else starts getting ready to travel on the road today. Angel gets down off Angie’s lap and follows her and his mother back to the Master bedroom. Angie gets Angel dress, while D.A. gets dress. Once D.A. is dress, she helps finishing dressing Angel and watches as Angie gets dress, passing her the articles of clothes she needs.

“Angel? If your dress, can you come out here and help me please?” It was Brenda’s voice calling Angel.

Angel looks towards D.A. to get permission. “Go on sweet heart. Go help Brenda; we’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Angel heads out of the Master bedroom and back into the small make shift kitchen area, where Brenda was standing at the sink washing the coffee cups.

“Ah, good. Let’s get you some breakfast.” She dries her hands on the towel by the sink and reaches up into the cabinet for a bowl and places it on the table.

Angel walks over and sits down and watches as Brenda pulls down a box of chocolate coco puffs and fills the bowl with them.

She looks towards Angel as she pours “I hope you like this kiddo. Your mom didn’t want me to buy them, but I figure you deserve a treat.”

“Thank you, Brenda.” Angel did like chocolate coco puffs, it was one of his favorites, but his father never let him have any. He was lucky to have any food to eat most days. His father would only buy food for himself or give him scraps to eat.

“You’re welcome kiddo.” Brenda pats Angel on her head and goes back to cleaning the dirty dishes.

About twenty minutes later, Angie and D.A. come walking out, looking a little flush, but dress. They look over towards Angel as she ate her breakfast.

“Told you. She was going to be spoiled.” Angie says to D.A.

“I don’t care.” D.A. and Angie both stop behind Angel.

“Brenda can spoil Angel as much as she wants to. As long as you young lady behave yourself and do what me and Angie tell you to do.” D.A. places a kiss on Angel’s right cheek and Angie places a kiss on Angels other cheek.

“I promise Mommies!” Angel just smiles after he says that.

Both women shake their heads and smile as they head out of the Rv and towards their motorcycles. A few seconds later, you could hear a roar of motorcycles as everyone in the club started their motorcycles and left the campground where they stayed.

Brenda heads up towards the driver seat of the Rv and starts the motor, while Kimberly programs their GPS unit and fasten her seat belt. The Rv starts moving with the other ones following behind it. Angel finishes his breakfast and washes his bowl and dries it. He heads over towards the sofa and starts reading his book, Angie brought him yesterday.

Angel feels his shoulder being lightly shaken. He opens his eyes and notices his mom looking at him.

“Hey! Sleepy head.” She picks him up and sits down on the sofa with him on her lap.

“Brenda told me you slept all day long. Are you feeling okay?” Angel could tell his mother was concern.

“I’m okay mommy, have we arrived yet?” Angel was still feeling sleepy.

“Yes, we’re here and dinner is set-up outside. Are you awake enough to go outside and met Roy and Joyce?” D.A. was watching Angel.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel covers a yawn.

“Alright, let’s get you freshen up then.” D.A. stands up with Angel in her arms and carries Angel to the bathroom. D.A. soaks a wash cloth in warm water and starts freshening up Angel’s face with it. She runs a brush through out Angel’s hair.

“Okay, you’re looking better. Let’s take you outside and met everyone.

D.A. takes Angel outside to introduce her to her friends Roy and Joyce. During the whole night, Angel stays by his mother’s sides. Not leaving them, unless someone he knew and trusted was with him. The party goes on well past midnight; Brenda takes Angel back into the Rv and puts him to bed. D.A. and Angie come in as well and give him their goodnight kisses.

Angel wakes up the next morning later than normal. He looks over and notices his mothers had fallen asleep cuddled up, next to each other. Angel just lays there and thinks about things. Angel could feel his bladder cramping, forcing him to get up and empty it. He crawls out of bed as quietly as he could, so not to wake his parents and heads towards the bathroom to do his business. When he comes out, he notices everyone is still asleep in the camper. He hears movement outside of the Rv. He heads back into the bedroom and quietly changes out of his nightshirt and into a pair of shorts and his Tinker bell shirt his mother had bought. He carries his shoes outside with him and puts them on while sitting on the step of the Rv.

He grabs a trash bag and starts picking up all the bottles of beer and trash that had been left from last night. He figures his mothers were going to sleep in late from partying last night. By the time 9’oclock arrives. He had already picked up around the Rv’s and was working on where everyone had gather to party. One of the prospects from the other motorcycle club spotted Angel cleaning up.

“Hey, little girl, you don’t need to do this. We’ll take care of everything, why don’t you go and tell Sam over there “as he points to an older gentleman “to go and get you some breakfast.”

Angel looks at him and then towards the other guy.

“Go ahead. We’ll take care of this mess.” He gives Angel a smile and goes about cleaning up.

Angel takes his bag over where he left the other one he had already filled and then heads over towards the guy that the other man had pointed out to him.

“Excuse me sir. That gentleman over there” as Angel points towards the fellow who had been talking to her “told me I was supposed to come over and tell you what I wanted for breakfast.”

The guy looks down at Angel and all he saw, was a cute little girl looking up at him. He had heard from his leader that this little girl was D.A.’s and Angie’s adopted daughter.

“That’s right little one. I’m to go and get breakfast for everyone that is working out here right now. What would you like?” He gives Angel a friendly smile. He thought she looked so cute in her shorts and pink Tinker Bell t-shirt.

Angel thinks about it for a second and then request “would a sausage biscuit with egg and hash brown, with a cup of orange juice be okay?”

“That will be fine. Why don’t you go inside the house and clean up? I will be back in a little while with your breakfast.” He ruffles Angel’s hair.
Angel just smiles when he does that “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome little lady. Now go and wash your hands.” He walks away to mount his motorcycle.

Angel heads towards the house and finds the bathroom. He washes his hands and heads back outside to wait for that guy to come back. He watches as the other men work cleaning up the mess as he heads back to the Rv. Angel sits in his mom’s chair, which was left set-up last night and reads a book he grabbed from the Rv, while he waits for breakfast to be delivered. He figures the guy will be gone for a while. Angel curls his feet up in the chair, like he had seen his birth mother do a few times in the past, when she was reading a book. The book Angel had grabbed to read was one of the Harry Potter books he never got a chance to read. He sits quietly and loses himself in the book. After about forty minutes later, the guy returns. Angel looks up as he hears the motorcycle engine cuts off. He places a place marker in his book, so not to lose his place. When he looks back up, one of the prospect members from the other club is walking over towards him with an orange juice in one hand and a McDonald’s bag in the other hand.

He stops right in front of Angel “Here you go little lady. Your breakfast” He hands Angel the bag and orange juice.

“Thank you” Angel accepts the food.

“You’re welcome. Tell your mother when she gets up, that Roy and Joyce would like to talk to her please.” He gives Angel a friendly smile. This little girl reminded him of his own children back home.

“I will sir.” Angel returns the smile. She liked this man. He was being polite to her and treated him like a girl.

The biker prospect turns around and leaves Angel to her breakfast in peace. Angel sits and eats his breakfast and reads his book. Around about 10:30 Angel starts to hear movement in the motor-home. He closes his book after marking his place and tosses his trash into the trash bag near the motor-home. He heads inside to see who was up and about. He notices several of the women that sleep in the motor-home moving about. Brenda comes walking out of the bathroom and spots Angel.

“Go wake-up your mothers Angel.” She heads over to the sink to start making coffee for everyone.

“Yes ma’am.” Angel heads to the Master bedroom. He slips his shoes off as he walks in. Both his mothers were still asleep. D.A. had her arm drape over Angie’s body. Angie was spooned up close to D.A.’s body. Both were naked and the blankets had been tossed off their bodies. Angel could see that both of his mothers had tattoos on their bodies. D.A. had an Angel on her body along with several other tattoos. One was in loving memory of someone. Angie had several tattoos as well and one said the property of Debbie Alexis Swan (A.K.A: D.A)

Angel crawls onto the bed carefully, so not to wake his mother’s right away. He crawls over till he is behind D.A. and leans over to her ear.

“Mommy, it’s time to get up.” Angel leans back to see if D.A. responds.

She raises her hand to swat him away like a fly.

“Mommy, it’s time to get up.” Angel places his hand on D.A.’s side and tries to wake her up with a gentle shake.
Angel watches as his mother ignores him. He climbs on top of her and just as he is about to climb to the other side of his other mother Angie. He feels D.A.’s arms wrap around his waist and pull him towards her. Angie turns around to give him room and to sandwich him in between the two of them. He squeals like a little girl and finds himself looking up at both his mother’s. A smile appears on his face.

“Good morning sweetie.” D.A. places a kiss on his nose and Angie places one on his right cheek.

Angel gives both his mother’s a loving smile.

“Good morning mommies.” He felt safe between both.

D.A. looks down at Angel’s sweet angelic face. She could still see both of his black eyes that gave him a raccoon face.

“So why we’re you trying to wake us up sweetie?” Angie didn’t mind. She was about to get up in a few minutes any way.

“Brenda sent me in here to wake both of you. Oh! And one of the prospects told me to tell you mommy that Roy and Joyce wanted to talk with you, when you got up.” Angel felt warm lying between both his mother’s bodies.

“What mischief have you been up to this morning, our little imp?” D.A. taps Angel on his nose.

“I cleaned up around the Rv’s and where we had set-up our stuff mommy. I was starting to clean the other areas, before one of the other prospects from the other MC told me to stop and let them do it. One of them went and got me breakfast. After I ate my breakfast, I sat
outside in your chair and read my book, till I heard movement inside the motor-home.”

Both D.A. and Angie felt proud of Angel.

“Mommy, can I get a tattoo like mommy Angie has?” Angel points to the one on the front of Angie’s left breast with D.A.’s name on it.

Angie blushes some and wonders how D.A. was going to explain that to their child.

D.A. looks down at Angel “well, maybe when you get older sweetie. We’ll talk about it and see if you still want to get one. “D.A. seeing disappointment in Angel’s eyes “However, if you want, I’ll give you a temporary one till then.”

D.A. looks towards Angie “Angie, grab a permanent marker from my backpack please.”

Angie gets up and grabs a black marker from D.A.’s backpack and hands it to her. She watches as D.A. takes it from her.

“Alright sweetie, lift your shirt up for me.” D.A. takes the cap off the marker.

Angel lifts his shirt off.

D.A. leans over Angel and carefully writes in nice hand writing “The Daughter of Debbie Alexis Swan and Angie Swan.” She puts a little rose under it.

“There, you are now our daughter.” She places a kiss on Angel’s forehead.

Angels gives D.A. a hug and then let’s go so he could give Angie a hug as well. Angels gives Angie a hug. She returns it and then let’s goes.

Angel sits on the bed and watches as his mother’s get dress. He helps in fastening both his mother’s bra straps. Angel slips his t-shirt on again to cover up his bruised ribs. Helena already told him, that he’ll need to keep his rib cage wrapped for at least a week. If he wanted to go swimming, he was supposed to tell her, so she could water proof them.

D.A. sprays Angel with some of her perfume. Neither adults felt conscious about Angel sitting in the room and watching as they dress. As far as they were concern, he was a girl like them. There was a knock at the bedroom door and Helena sticks her head in.

“I was wondering if I could barrow your daughter for a little while.” Helena looks towards both her leaders when she asks this.

“Sure, what’s up?” D.A. slides her tank top with her MC’s name on it over her chest.

“Well, I forgot to give Angel her hormone shot the other day. I figure we might want to get her started on it.” Helena looks towards D.A.

“I thought she was going to be taken the pill for her hormones?” D.A. runs a brush through her hair.

“I got those two, but to get her started, I think the shots would be better. The pills she has to remember to take every day, but with the shots, she’ll only need it twice a week.” Helena figures the shots would be good and then boost them with the pills.

D.A. looks towards Angel. She kneels down in front of him “Angel, I figure since you want to become a girl, that I would go ahead and start you on female hormones. You don’t need to do this to prove anything to me or anyone else. If this is what you want to do, we’ll do everything we can to make you the best girl there is. Do you want this?”

Angel considers D.A.’s eyes and could tell she was sincere about this. That she would make his dreams come true.

“Yes ma’am. I want to do this.” He leans forward and hugs his mother.

“Okay! I’ll hold your hand while Helena shows me where to inject the shots into your body.” D.A. stands up and let’s Helena come forward to give Angel her shot.

“Okay Angel, I want you to pull your shorts down and lay on your stomach. I’m going to give you the shot in your buttocks.” Helena stands there with a friendly smile.

Angel unbuttons his shorts and moves them down, as he turns over onto his stomach. D.A. reaches down and takes his hand. Helena leans forward and moves Angel’s panties aside a little bit and slowly slide the needle into Angel’s body. She squeezes the plunger to inject the hormones into Angel’s body. She pulls the needle out.

Angel had gripped D.A.’s hand tight when he felt the needle slide in and after it was pulled out, he had release his grip.

“There, that should do it. I gave Angel double the recommended amount. She’ll need to get another shot in three days. I recommend she starts taking the pill as well.” Helena helps Angel up off the bed and helps him redress.

“Welcome to the sisterhood, little sister.” Helena hugs him and then stands up.
Angel returns the hug.

“Well, since that is taking care of, let’s go and get some coffee and see what Roy and Joyce wants. “D.A. exists from the bedroom, followed by everyone else.

Angel helps the rest of the women put away their blankets and pillows. There is a knock at the motor-home door.

“I’ll get it mom.” Angel walks over to the door and opens it.

Outside is the Prospect Angel met earlier today. He looks at Angel “is your mother and the other ladies up?”

“Yes, we are. Come on in.” D.A. says from where she is sitting.

Angel steps aside to let him inside. He ruffles Angel’s hair and looks at the women sitting around the kitchen table with coffee in their hands.

“We have breakfast and coffee set-up outside for everyone, if you wouldn’t mind joining us. Also, your daughter was a big help this morning. She helped clean-up the mess from last night. I think the rest of the Prospects that didn’t show up are embarrasses by your daughter.” He chuckles at the tongue lashing some of the men got this morning when Roy found out that an eleven-year-old girl had started cleaning things up, when it was his Prospects job to do it.

D.A. looks over towards Angel with a proud look on her face.

“We’ll be right out in a minute. Thank you.” D.A. had turned her attention back towards the gentlemen.

“Okay!” He leaves, but not before he ruffles Angel’s hair again, before walking out.

“Come here sweetie.” Angie motions for Angel to come over to her.

Angel walks over towards Angie.

She takes a brush out and brushes Angel’s hair again. Angie was amazed at how soft and long Angel’s hair had gotten since being with them.

“We’re going to have to cut your bangs in a few weeks young lady. When we get back from the trip, we’ll all go over to Brenda’s salon and have the works done on you.” Angie couldn’t wait to let Angel experience what it is like at a beauty salon.

“Let me examine your legs and arms, Angel.” Angie carefully checks all the bruises and small cuts they had found on Angel’s body. Angie had seen that occasionally, Angel would walk with a limp, but Helena said that was because of her feet being cut up like they were.
Helena comes over and checks Angel’s feet. She lifts Angel onto Angie’s lap, while she kneels and checks Angel’s feet. They looked good, but she could see where Angel had managed to reopen a wound between his toes.

Helen looks up at Angel.

“You need to spend more time off your feet young lady. Let me re-wrap your feet and you let your mother carry you today.” Helena starts re-wrapping Angel’s feet.

Angel sits still on Angie’s lap, while Helena re-wraps his feet. He had seen some blood in his soaks, but he thought everything was okay.

“There all done.” Helena places a kiss on top of the bandages wrapped around Angel’s feet.

“Can we let Angel walk around a little bit, if she takes it easy? Helena” Angie looks at their field medic and certified nurse.

“If Angel takes some time off her feet, it might be okay.” Helena looks towards Angel “However young lady, no running, jumping, skipping or climbing till your feet are healed.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel holds onto Angie for support.

D.A. slips Angel’s tennis shoes on his feet. She looks up at Angel “till your feet are healed sweetie. I want you to wear your tennis shoes.” She leans in and gives Angel a kiss on the cheek.

Angel floats around on an inner tube in the pool. D.A. had let him go swimming with the rest of the kids from the other MC. He wasn't a good swimmer so he was just floating. His feet were still wrapped up. Helena had wrapped his feet with water proof tape, so it was alright if the wrapping got wet. She also redid his wrapping around his chest with water proof wrapping as well, so he was permitted to go in the pool wearing the one-piece Brenda had brought him. Angie had made sure Angel’s fair skin was covered with suntan lotions to prevent him from burning and every once in a while, he is to get out and sit on the side of the pool with Clair and Rachel. Rachel and Clair have become his official baby sitters whenever D.A. or Angie isn’t around. If Rachel and Clair have something they need to take off, then Kim and Brenda become his baby sitters. D.A. wanted one of the sisters in the MC to be around Angel and watch over him. Rachel and Clair knew his secret already and they didn’t care. If nothing else, Clair was instructing him on how to act like a proper young lady.

All the officers of the MC knew the truth and had sworn to protect it. They have become the family he had never had, but wanted. He wanted to make them proud of him and be like each of them. Which he knew wasn’t going to be possible, but at least he could be like his adopted mothers. He closes his eyes and the next thing he knows, he is being turned over off his inner tube. He grips onto it, because he isn’t a very good swimmer.

The person that flipped his inner tube was a huge teenage boy. He looked like he worked out and played football.

“Hey! I can’t swim very well, so stop it.” Angel was trying to hold on for dear life.

The boy kept turning the tube over on him and he plants his hand on top of Angel’s head and pushes him underwater. Holding him there.

Angel tries to escape, but one of the boy’s legs hits his rib cage causing pain to shoot up his body.

The teenage boy allows Angel to come back up for air for a second, before he is pushed back down in the pool.

Angel manages to come to the surface and scream “CLAIR!” before he force back under again. The boy’s foot hits him again in his rib cage and causes him to pass out.

“Angel! Wake-up sweetie.” Rachel had seen what was going on in the water and dived in to get Angel.

She had seen him disappear under the water and didn’t come back up. She had grabbed him and between herself and Clair, had managed to get him out of the pool. He was still alive, but passed out. She shakes him lightly to get him to wake-up.

Angel’s eyes slowly open and he is staring up into Rachel’s eyes. He notices Clair kneeling beside him.

“Are you alright sweetie?” Rachel was concern about Angel. D.A. would kill her if anything happens to Angel.

“Pain.” He points to his rib cage. The words came out of his mouth through glitch teeth.

He was trying very hard to hold back his tears, because his rib cage was hurting him.

Clair gives him a pain pill out of her bag and a sip of her drink. He notices that the boy, who had kept turning the inner tube over and over on him and forcing him down underwater, was being dragged to his parents by his ear by Brenda.

“You come over here and sit with us for a while Angel and tell us what happen.” Clair spreads a towel out near her, so Angel could lie down in between her and Rachel.

Angel tells Clair and Rachel what happen to him. He doesn’t think the boy purposely kicked him in his rib cage, but he told the boy to stop turning the tube over. Angel could feel the pain pill kicking in. He covers up a yawn.

“Alright, but he is going to get an earful from Brenda. She saw what happen on her way over here and it scared her, that you didn’t resurface like last time. Hell, I was scared as well.” Rachel looks down at him.

“I’m sorry Aunt Rachel and Aunt Clair. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He really didn’t mean to scare them.

“It’s not your fault sweetie. You did nothing wrong.” Rachel runs her hand through Angel’s wet hair.

“Rachel is right Angel. That boy was being a bully, all because he saw how much fun you were having. He figured you being a girl; you would be an easy target. He should have stopped when you told him too.” Clair had looked down at Angel.

Angel looks at both his Aunt’s and then lays his head down on his arms. He falls asleep because of the pain pill. He lays there sound asleep as his Aunt’s watch over him.

Rachel glances down at Angel and could tell he was fast asleep.

She glances over towards Clair “Remind me to speak to Helena about the pain pills she is giving Angel. Cause she is sound asleep.” She snaps her finger near Angel’s ears to see if he responds.

Clair watches as Angel doesn’t move at all.

“It might be a combination of Angel being in the pool fighting for her life and the pain pill putting her to sleep.” Clair couldn’t help, but smile at Angel. She looked so cute when she slept.

Clair goes back to working on her tan. Rachel goes back to reading her novel. Hours pass as Angel lays there on his stomach. Occasionally,

Clair or Rachel looks over to make sure Angel wasn’t getting too much sun.

Angie comes over later in the afternoon and notices Angel sounds asleep between Clair and Rachel.

“How’s our Angel?” She looks down at her sleeping daughter.

“She’s been out for at least three hours Angie. I take it, that you heard what happen?” Rachel looks over towards Angie.

“Only part of it, what actually happen?” Angie had been told about the boy picking on Angel.

“The boy kicked Angel in her rib cage. Not once, but twice.” Helena figures that the boy hadn’t realized how injured Angel was.

“That would explain why, Angel didn’t come back up the second time.” Angie reaches over and runs her fingers though Angel’s hair.

“We’ll I’ll go ahead and take Angel back to the motorhome, so she can change for dinner.” She scoops Angel up from her towel.

“What time is dinner?” Clair wanted to make sure she and Rachel were ready as well.

“In about an hour,” Angie holds Angel close to her.

“Okay! We’ll meet you there.” Clair gets up and starts gathering their things up as well.

Angie takes Angel to the motorhome and into their bedroom.

“Time to wake-up sweetie” Angie gently shakes Angel, so not to jar her ribs.

Angel slowly opens his eyes when he hears one of his mother’s voices. He looks at her through sleepy eyes.

“Come on sweetie. It’s time to get you ready.” Angie helps Angel out of his swim suit. She takes the sleepy Angel into the shower and gives him a shower to wash all the chlorine and other chemicals off his body.

Angie takes Angel back into the bedroom and starts dressing him. She puts a spaghetti strap tank top with the Sirens symbol on it on Angel, along with a matching pair of shorts that goes with the top. Angie finds Angel’s matching black heeled boots and carefully puts them on her. Angie puts a pair of matching silver studs in Angel’s ears. By the time, Angie is done with Angel, Angel looks like a younger D.A.

“There, now you look like your other mother.” Angie shows Angel what he looks like.

Angel couldn’t believe it. He looks just like his other mother D.A. A smile appears on his face as she admires himself in the mirror. He turns around to watch as Angie gets ready. When she is done, she looks kick ass. Angie was going to prove, she wasn’t a push over. She was going to prove, that the Sirens were a force you didn’t want to piss off.

“Come on sweetie. Let’s go and support your mother.” Angie takes Angel’s hand in her own and walks over towards where everyone was gathering for the pig picked.

Several other Sirens meet up with Angie and Angel as they all walk over towards there leader as a group, looking tough and ready to rumble.

“Holy shit D.A., I hadn’t realized how beautiful your sisters were.” Roy and his wife were impressed by the number of women wearing figure hugging outfits and looking very feminine and deadly at the same time as they walked over towards them.

D.A. just smiles as all the ladies in her MC gather around her. Angie and Angel move up beside D.A.
D.A. looks down and notices that Angel looked just like her, when she was younger.

“I think Sam’s son owes my little girl an apology for nearly drowning her today.” D.A. moves Angel up in front of her and lays her hands-on Angel’s shoulder.

Roy and Joyce moves aside as Sam brings his son to face Angel. Angel recognized Sam, as the man who went and got her breakfast this morning.

Sam pushes his son in front of Angel and D.A.

“Go ahead and apology to the little girl, Frankie” Sam was going to make sure, his son apology for almost drowning D.A.’s daughter. He liked D.A.’s adopted daughter. She was willing to get dirty and help clean the trash up this morning, while his own son stayed home instead of coming with him.

Frankie looks at Angel standing before him. He could feel D.A.’s eyes on him. He didn’t like the little cry baby and had wished he had kicked her harder. He’ll get even tonight, while the adults were drinking.

“I’m sorry for almost drowning you today.” He really wasn’t, but he would play along till he could get revenge tonight.

Angel could tell he didn’t mean it, but he wasn’t going to say anything.

“It’s alright. I forgive you.” Angel holds his hand out towards Frankie to shake.

Frankie takes Angel’s hand and shakes it, but squeezes it some.

Angel removes his hand and just looks at him.

“Well! Now that the matter is settled, let’s enjoy this pig.” Roy goes over and starts serving up the pig.

Angel notices that a buffet had been set-up. Angel walks over to Roy with his mothers and watches as Roy puts several pieces of meat on his plate. Then he walks over towards the table and D.A. loads his plate down with side items. He stands nearby and waits for his mothers. They all go and sit together near Roy and his wife. Angel is given a soda, while his mother’s drink beer and wine. The rest of the women in the Sirens drink a mixture of all different drinks. Angel enjoys the food and stories he is told by Roy and Joyce. Sam comes over and joins them as well. He sits across from Angel and tells D.A. and Angie how lucky both are to have a daughter as nice as Angel. Angie ruffles Angel’s hair and drinks her beer down.

Angel stays by his mother’s side most of the night. He notices some of the women going off into the woods or down by the lake or somewhere else with partners or by themselves to be alone. Angel starts feeling his bladder telling him, that he needed to use the bathroom. He tugs on D.A.’s tank top.

“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom.” He looks at her, so she can see it in his face.

“Do you want me to come with you sweetie or will you be okay on your own?” D.A. and Angie both were willing to go with Angel.

“She can use the bathroom down near the pool. We open that one up, so the one in the house didn’t become the only one.” Joyce looks at Angel. She had to admit, that Angel favored D.A. in her looks.

“Thank you. I’ll be okay moms.” Angel gets up and heads down to the pool house to use the bathroom down there.

Angel finds the bathroom and goes inside and does his business. Just as he is leaving the bathroom, he is hit from behind. Angel braces for his fall as he lands face first onto the floor of the pool house.

Angel tries to escape, when he feels his ankle grab from behind. He kicks back with his foot hoping to strike something. He feels his foot let go and just as he was trying to get up. He is hit across his back with a life preserver.

“I’m not done with you bitch. You got me in trouble with my father.” Frankie grabs Angel by his hair and yanks Angel up onto his feet. Frankie slaps Angel several times on his face as he forces Angel onto the floor on his back and straddles Angel’s chest. He looks down into Angels eyes.

Angel was in pain from Frankie sitting on his bruised chest and the pain from being hit on his back. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Let’s see how big your chest is.” Frankie yanks on the spaghetti straps of Angel’s tank top. He rips the top right off Angel’s body.

Angel tries hitting him with his fist, but they don’t do any good. He takes his fingernails and scratches Frankie across the face.

“You bitch.” Frankie hits Angel in his already bruised right eye.

Angel tries to push Frankie off him. His chest was really hurting him. Angel manages to push Frankie off his body and tries standing up.

Frankie reaches over and grabs Angel’s right ankle and tries to pull Angel down onto the floor again. Angel manages to grab hold of the door leading out of the pool house. He turns around and with all his strength kicks Frankie right in the family jewels with his boots. He slams his heel down on top of Frankie’s hand. So, he couldn’t use it. Afterwards, Angel rushes from the pool house towards his mothers. He collapses holding onto Angie.

“Angel what happened?” Everyone at the table was concern. Angel looked like someone tried to rape her.

Angel tries to gather enough air to talk. His rib cage was hurting him big time.

“Frankie attacked me, when I came out of the bathroom down at the pool house. He hit me from behind and then yanked me by my hair and hit me in my right eye and pushed me down on the floor and ripped my tank top and sat on my chest.” Angel was crying and barely able to talk.

“I managed to fight him off. I clawed his face and kicked him in his family jewels and stomped on his hand, so he couldn’t use it.” Angel falls forward and buries his face against Angie’s chest. He starts crying and shaking.

D.A. looks towards Sam “Did you know your son was a rapist?”

Sam looks at Angel as she cries against Angie. She already had enough injuries on her. He had asked what had happened to her, after seeing her chest wrapped up and the bruises on her arms and legs. He couldn’t believe his son would go and do such a thing against an eleven-year-old.

“No, I never taught him to treat girls like that.” He was getting mad at his son. He was ready to ring his neck.

“We’ll handle this matter.” D.A. stands up and starts walking towards the pool house.

“Helena, Angel needs you. Get your kit and go to Angel. Rachel, you’re with me. We have a teenager we need to talk to” She calls out into the darkness, knowing Helena and Rachel heard her.

Rachel meets up with D.A., as she enters the pool house and notices Frankie on the floor grabbing his crotch. His right hand was bloody,

where Angel had stomped on it with her heels.

D.A. walks over to him and kneels next to him.

“You know something kid? I don’t take kindly to someone who attempts to rape my daughter. The pain you’re feeling right now, is nothing compare to what will be done to you, if you don’t cooperate with me.” D.A. grabs Frankie by the hair, like he did Angel and pulls him to his feet.

D.A pulls him out of the pool house by his hair and up to where Sam, Roy and Joyce were waiting. Helena was busy checking on Angel.

Angie was holding their daughter close to her.

D.A. looks towards Sam “I’ll leave his punishment to you Sam. Because if I punish him, he won’t be able to have children.”

D.A. and Angie carry Angel back to the motorhome and put her to bed. Angel was already asleep by the time they got there. Angie undresses him and put his night gown on and slips him under the blankets, while D.A. gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Poor baby.” Angie caresses Angel on the side of his cheek.

“He’s suffered so much for someone so young. First his father abuses him and then tonight almost getting rape.” Angie felt nothing, but concern for Angel.

“She’ll be okay Angie. She’s tough and smart.” D.A. stands beside Angie and wraps her arms around her.

She looks down at their adopted daughter. She looked so peaceful and innocent. Once they were done with this trip to Sturgis, D.A. is going to teach Angel some self-defense moves to protect her.

Angie and D.A. head back out to rejoin the others.

Angel slowly opens his eyes and looks around. He was sandwich in between D.A. and Angie, lying on his side. He had buried his face against D.A’s chest during the night. He could feel Angie behind him with one arm draped over his slim body and her chest pressed against his back. Angel snuggles closer against D.A.’s chest and body. He felt safe between his mother’s body and didn’t want to leave.

D.A. wakes an hour later looking at Angie’s sleeping face and feels Angel press between them. Angel was pressed against her chest, which felt sore for some reason. D.A. slowly moves off the bed and head to the bathroom. She checks her chest and notice it was looking a little raw.

D.A. heads back into the bedroom and notice Angie sitting up waiting on her to exit the bathroom.

Angie notices the gauze on D.A.’s right breast covering her nipple.

“What happened?” She points to D.A.’s chest.

“Our daughter got hungry last night and tried to milk me.” D.A. had a teasing look on her face.

Angie looks down at Angel, who was still asleep and then back at D.A.

“Do you think she did it on purpose or accident?” Angie really didn’t care, but wanted to know.

“I don’t think it was on purpose.” D.A. looks down at Angel.

“I think it was an unconscious act. She was snuggled up close to my body.” D.A. just observes Angel.

Angel slowly starts to stir and sits up with his hair blocking his view. D.A. couldn’t help to think Angel looked like a little kid when he sat up with his hair blocking his view. He looked so sleepy and younger then he was. He leans against Angie, who puts her arm around his waist to support him.

“Good morning sleepy head.” D.A. sits down next to him on the bed. D.A. saw his eye was looking darker then yesterday.

“I have to run to the bathroom.” Angie picks Angel up and sits him down on D.A.’s lap.

Angel holds onto D.A. feeling tired and trying to wake-up. He rests his head against her shoulder. He was sore and tired for some reason.
D.A. just rubs Angel’s back. She could feel the wrapping around his chest.

“Still waking up sweetie?” D.A. felt Angel nod his head.

She holds him tight to her and just sits there comforting her daughter. She hasn’t had a lot of time lately to spend with Angel.

“Why don’t you lie back down for a while? While Angie and I, get dress” D.A. lays Angel back down on the bed and starts getting dress.

She glances over towards Angel, who had fallen back asleep again. She finishes dressing and helps Angie get dress as well. The two of them go and met up with the rest of the members for breakfast, that had been laid out by their host.

Clair and Rachel sit next to Brenda and Kimberly “How’s Angel this morning?”

“She went back to sleep this morning. She woke-up for a little while and then while we were getting dress, she fell back to sleep. I’m going to let her sleep in today.” D.A. was looking for Rachel’s charged.

“What did Sam do to Frankie after we left to bring Angel here?” D.A. looks towards Rachel.

“He left with his son before you got back. I don’t know what punishment he was going to give him, but I can say that the boy is going to get what he has coming to him.” Rachel drinks her coffee.

“D.A., I was wondering if we can go ahead and patch April when we get to Sturgis. She has been setting an example for the other prospects and walking her butt off.” Rachel liked the newest girl.

Angie looks over towards Clair “do you agree with your partner? Since the two of you are her sponsors. It needs to be agreed by both of you.”

“Yes. I agree with Rachel. She has proven herself to me and has earned my respect.” Clair looks back at Angie.

“Then when we get to Sturgis, we’ll make her a full fledge member, along with two others.” Angie and D.A. already knew who the other two were.

When breakfast is over, Brenda and Kim head back to the motorhome to check on Angel. Helena comes in and checks Angel over to make sure he didn’t have a fever or anything.

“It has to be his medicine that is making him so sleepy. Plus, what happen last night. I think it will do Angel some good to let him sleep today.” Helena looks at every one present.

“I’ll stay with Angel.” Kim says to everyone as she looks at Brenda, Angie, Helena and D.A.

“Are you sure, sweet heart?” Brenda walks up to her lover and wraps her arm around her waist.

Kim considers Brenda’s eyes “Yes. I have something I need to work on before we get back. You know as well as I do, that I’m only going to have two days to prepare for my new students. This will give me some time to review the lesson plan I was sent for the first quarter.” Kim kisses Brenda.

“Thank you, Kim. I’ll check on you and Angel later this afternoon.” D.A. looks towards both of her friends.

“No problem.” Kim gives D.A a friendly smile. Everyone after that goes their separate ways.

Kim works on the stuff she had been sent for her class when she gets back. D.A. and Angie stop by to check on Angel late into the afternoon. Angie goes over and checks Angels fore head to make sure she didn’t have a fever. Both women were concern about Angel, but they went ahead and left to help organize tonight’s make shift cookout. Several of the Siren’s went into town to get food and alcohol for it.
Angie looks over towards D.A. They had been in a meeting all day with Roy and Sam about what happened last night. D.A. and Angie had been informed that Frankie had been taken care of. His punishment was so severe that he won’t be able to sit down for a week and he has been grounded for several months. His parents are going to make him do community service for the club as well. Sam knows this could never make-up for what he did to Angel.

“Well, I’m going to go and check on Angel.” Angie turns to leave.

“Give her a kiss from me and Clair, Angie. We hope she is feeling better.” Rachel heads in the opposite direction.

Angie knocks on the motorhome door before entering. Kim was making notes on a legal pad at the kitchen table.

“How’s Angel doing?” Angie looks towards the Master bedroom.

“Still asleep, she was tossing and turning a few minutes ago. I guess she must have had a nightmare or something.” Kim had heard Angel moaning and tossing in her sleep.

Angie heads back to the bedroom to check on Angel. She notices Angel crying and then she starts crying out of her father to stop hurting her, pleading for him to stop.

Angie rushes to the bed and scoop Angel up into her arms.

“It’s alright sweetie, it’s alright. He’ll never hurt you again.” Angel wakes up in a cold sweat when he hears Angie’s voice. He buries his head against her shoulder and cry, while his tiny body shakes.

Angie rubs his back and soothes him. She rocks back and forth with Angel in her arms. Angel stops shivering and relaxes against Angie’s body. He leans back and wipes the tears from his eyes.

“Mom, I need to tickle.” He says those words in his sweeties sounding voice.

Angie puts Angel back down and watches as she rushes to the toilet to do her business. Angie starts pulling a pair of shorts, T-shirt, underwear and a pair of shoes for Angel to wear for dinner.

Angel comes walking back into the bedroom and notice some clothes laid out for him.

Angie looks over towards Angel “are you hungry, sweetie?”

“Just a little bit” He was more thirsty than hungry.

“Okay, let’s change you into something simple tonight.” Angie helps Angel undress and redresses him. Angel felt so tired still, even after sleeping all day long like he did.

Angie takes Angel out of the bedroom and into the living area of the motorhome.

“Well, looks who’s up finally.” Kim puts her pen down and comes over and kneels in front of Angel. She brushes aside a lock of hair out of her eyes.

“You still look sleepy sweetie. Is everything alright?” Kim was a little concern.

Angie looks down at Angel and could see it as well. The poor child looked dead tired, even tho she slept all night and all day.

“You’re right. We need to get Helena to examine Angel again.” Angie was getting concern.

“I’ll go and get her.” Kim rushes out of the motorhome to go and locate Helena.

Angie takes Angel over to the sofa and sits with her. She lifts Angel onto her lap and wraps her loving arms around the poor kid.

Angel leans back against his mother and let his eyes close for a few minutes.

Kim comes back in with Helena on her heels. She has her kit with her and takes Angel back to the Master bedroom to examine her. They come back out twenty minutes later. Helena looks towards Kim and Angie “well the good news is that Angel’s condition won’t last long. Once she starts eating right. The bad news is, Angel suffers from low potassium and iron levels. The low potassium level can easily be fixed by having Angel eat more bananas which will allow it to go away with time. I’m putting Angel on an iron regiment. She’s to take two iron pills every morning before breakfast. Also, …” Helena looks towards Angie.

“All the injuries she has taken both before she came to us and then lately isn’t helping her healing. It’s also not helping her circulation. Her body needs time to heal. She’s already got way too many injuries on her body, then she should have.” Helena knew Angie and D.A. would do whatever they needed to for Angel.

“We’ll make sure she’s safe from here on out.” Angie picks Angel up and holds her.

“Well, let’s go and join everyone else.” Angie leads the way to the party and sets Angel down in a lawn chair in between D.A. and herself. She leaves Angel alone as she goes to get food for her and herself.

D.A. spots her daughter and walks over towards her.

“Well my little Angel has woken-up. How do you feel sweetie?” D.A. kneels to be on the same eye level.

“Tired mommy” Angel covers up a yawn with her hand.

Angie comes walking up from behind D.A. “She’s suffering from low potassium and iron. Helena wants her to eat more bananas and take two iron pills every day before breakfast.”

She hands Angel her food and Drink.

“So, it’s a combination of things then?” D.A. looks towards her partner.

“I’m afraid so. Between Angel having low potassium, low iron and all the abused she has gone through. Her body basically can’t handle it any more. The emotional torment she had to live through isn’t helping her.” Angie sits down in her chair, while D.A. stayed standing.

“Well from now on sweetie, I want you to tell me when you’re not feeling well, so we can get you some help. Everyone in the MC loves you and will protect you.” She taps Angel’s nose with her finger.

Angel just giggles like a little girl.

“Now sit back and enjoy your dinner.” D.A. turns and leaves to get herself something to eat.

D.A. comes back later and sits down in her chair next to Angel. The rest of the night Angel stays with his mothers and enjoy hearing stories. D.A. had informed him they were pulling out tomorrow morning.

 

Angel wakes up snuggle deep under the blankets. He could feel the Rv moving as he lays there on the bed. He looks around for his mother’s and notices that both their helmets were missing. He crawls out of bed and heads to the bathroom and does his morning business. After washing and drying his hands, he heads up towards the front of the Rv where Angel knew Brenda and Kim would be.

“Well good afternoon sleepy head.” Kim turns to look at Angel as she stands between her and Brenda.

Angel looks towards Kimberly when she says good afternoon to him. “When did we leave?”

“We left early this morning sleepy head. You were sound asleep when everyone was up and moving around. Do you want to sit on my lap for a while?” Kim could tell Angel was still waking up.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel likes it when Kimberly let him ride on her lap.

Kimberly picks Angel up and places her on her lap. She holds Angel tight to her.

Angel adjusts how he sits on Kimberly’s lap.

“So, Angel how long have you known that you wanted to be a girl?” Brenda glances at Angel as she drove the Rv.

Angel thinks about Brenda’s question. No one had ever asked him that question before.

“I don’t know Aunt Brenda. I just knew I never really felt comfortable with things that most boys liked or did. I was always more interested in what games and toys the girls played. I was jealous that girls got to dress in pretty clothes and could act a certain way, when I had to wear the same style of clothes all the time and act a certain way. I felt uncomfortable being around other boys and doing the things they enjoyed. I resented the fact I couldn’t be who I was and do the things I enjoyed. “Angel could feel angrier building inside of him.

“How did you feel when other children teased and made fun of you? Because you know you’ll have to face how others treat you when they find out about you. D.A. and the rest of us won’t always be around to protect you.” Brenda was probing to see if Angel really wanted what he wanted.

Angel turns to look at Kim to see how she felt.

“I think you better answer Brenda young lady. Because Brenda is right, we won’t always be around to protect you.” She hopes Angel isn’t playing games with them.

Angel turns back around to face Brenda “I don’t care how much I get teased or picked on. I know that I should have been born a girl, instead of a boy. I’ll ask my mother or the rest of the MC to teach me how to protect myself, if I must fight. I know I would give anything to be a girl.” tears stream down Angel’s face.

A smile appears on Brenda’s face when she hears those words.
Kimberly just smiles as well.

“You don’t need to ask anyone to teach you how to protect yourself Angel. Rachel has already volunteered to teach you each night after we stop and set-up for the night. Rachel and Clair are going to spend time with you and teach you how to defend yourself. Your mothers ask them both to teach you. Then when you are done learning from them, your mothers are going to teach you. Each of them are ex-military.” Brenda reaches over and gives Angel’s hand a light squeeze.

Angel felt surprise that his adopted mother would do that for him. He was going to do everything he could make them proud of him. He spends the rest of the time sitting on Kimberly’s lap sing and watching as they drive by the country side. They stop at a truck stop to get fuel for the Rv’s. Angel goes in with Kimberly to buy some snacks and drinks for the trip. As he is looking around the place Angel hears a familiar voice.

“I swear Tucker. That little girl looked like someone I know, but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen her.” Kevin had watched as a beautiful Native American girl wearing short shorts and a spaghetti strap camisole had come walking in followed by a young dirty blonde hair teenage girl. The girl herself looked pretty, but she looked like she had been in some sort of fight or someone had attacked her. He watched as they had split up and went in different directions. He had kept his eyes on the woman, but something was nagging at him about the girl. He had a feeling that he knew her.

“I told you man. You can’t be taking your own stuff.” Tucker had seen the young girl as well and the woman when they walked in. He wouldn’t mind getting into the woman’s shorts.

“I swear. I know her from somewhere.” Kevin keeps staring at the young girl watching her as she moved towards the coolers. There was something about the way she walked and the bruises on the back of her legs.

He stops in his tracks. It couldn’t be, that couldn’t be his son looking like that. He made sure he was dead when he dumped his body that morning. He watches as the good-looking woman comes up to his son.

“You ready Angel?” Kimberly looks down at Angel as she closes the cooler door with their drinks in her hands.

“Yes Ma’am. I got Brenda an Ice Tea, a diet coke for you and a sprite for me.” Angel glances past her looking for something and notices his father looking directly at him. His eyes get very big. Like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car heading towards it.

He steps closer to Kimberly and tighten his grip on her hand “can we leave now, please?”

“Sure.” Kimberly could see fright in Angel’s eyes and notice how Angels little body was trembling.

Kevin had looked directly at Angel when he heard the woman he and Thomas had been ogling call his name. He had also notice how Angel had moved closer to the woman when he saw him. An evil smile appears on his face as he starts walking towards Angel and the woman.
Tucker notices his friend heading towards the beautiful woman and the little girl.

“I need for you to distract the woman for a second or two. I know who that little girl is, that’s with her.” Kevin was watching Angel as he and Tucker headed to separate them.

“Sure. No problem.” Thomas heads to intercepts the woman, while Kevin steps between Angel and the woman.

Tucker manages to stop Kimberly for something, which allowed Kevin to get close to Angel and Kim. He pulls Angel into the hallway leading to the restrooms and then into the men’s restroom with him. He had put his hand over Angel’s mouth to keep his son from screaming. Once they were in the men’s bathroom. Kevin locks the door and releases his grip from Angel’s mouth.

“So, you survive and now look at you. You look like a little girl.” Kevin couldn’t help, but feel hatred for his son standing in front of him.

Angel backs up against the sink away from his father. He was scared and wanted to get away from him.

“It’s better than being with a mean person like you. You tried to kill me.” Angel was going to stand up to his father. He was scared and frighten. He wanted to get out of there and go back to the RV. He hopes Kimberly will come for him.

“It’s obvious that I didn’t do a good job in killing you, you little sissy.” He backhands Angel as hard as he can. He wasn’t going to let a little sissy talk back to him.

Angel ducks just in time, as his father’s hand sweeps over his head. He tries to step past his father, but Angel is stopped by his father. He screams when his father slams his back up against the edge of the counter. Tears run down his face from the pain. Angel doubles over when his father’s fist hits him in his stomach.

“I’m going to finish the job I started back at our house boy.” He grabs Angel by his throat and lifts him up in the air by his throat. He reaches into his leather jacket with his free hand and pulls out a syringe with some sort of white liquid in it and stabs Angel in his arm, while Angel tries to kick at him as he dangles in the air by his throat in his father’s grip.

Angel manages to land a solid hit with his foot in his father’s groin area, just as his father pushes the plunger of the syringe sending the drugs into Angel’s blood stream. Angel stumbles towards the door, after kicking his father again in his groin area. He manages to get the door unlock as he stumbles out of the bathroom with the syringe still sticking out of his arm. He spots Kimberly and Brenda as they come running towards him. He collapses against Kimberly’s body as she wraps her arms around him.

Kimberly and Brenda rush Angel back to the Rv after removing the syringe that had been sticking out of his arm. Kimberly lays him down in the Master bedroom and watches as Angels petite body starts shaking and trashing about. She had seen some friends of hers overdose on cocaine before. He starts foaming at the mouth and shakes violently. He stops after fifteen minutes and just lays there on the bed. Kimberly kneels next to Angel and could feel his heart pounding like a race horse. His eyes were glazed over and his body was sweating profusely and unresponsive. Kimberly was concern for Angel and stayed by his side as Brenda drove the Rv, followed by everyone else to the campsite they were going to set-up at tonight.

Brenda had gotten on the radio to D.A. about what happened and told her they needed Helena here right away.

Kimberly had gotten up and gotten a bowl of cold water to wipe Angel’s forehead. She used the cold rag on his body to cool him off. She had checked his temperature and his body was burning up. The syringe they had removed from Angel’s body was lying on a towel for Helena to examine the contents of. Kimberly had stripped Angel out of his clothes, except for his panties. She tries to keep his body cool. She saw the new bruise on his stomach and the one on across his back, where he had been slammed up against something. She stays with him, till the rest of the MC shows up at their campground. Angie, D.A. and Helena come running in once they arrived. Helena pushes her way towards Angel and takes out her gear and starts examining Angel’s vitals. She listens to Kimberly as she describes what has happen to Angel and how much stuff had been pushed into his arm. Helena recognizes the stuff right away. It was the same stuff that had killed her sister Jenny. She had learned from D.A. that Angel’s father was good at making the concoction. It was a special mixture of certain drugs, which had been combined to give the user an incredible high without any ill side effects. Her sister Jenny had taken a shot of this stuff and had died from her first time using it. It was just too strong of a mix for her body to handle it.

Helena does what she can for Angel, but knows the only way he’s going to get through this, is to let it run its course in his body. She stays by Angel’s side all through the night and keeps an eye on Angel. She’s relieved at midnight by D.A. Helena tells D.A. everything she needs to look for and to wake her the moment Angel wakes up from this mess.

Helena heads towards the sofa and lays down on it, while D.A. cradles Angel’s head in her lap and rests her back against the head broad of the bed. Angie lays down next to Angel and watches him as he sleeps, hoping and praying he recovers safely from the drug pumped into him. She looks up at D.A. and could see concern, anger and fear in her eyes. Both have come to love Angel. Angie recalls the conversation she and Kimberly had. Kimberly had been blocked by a man, while Angel had been abducted by another man. She had tried to push past him to get to Angel, but the guy blocking her wouldn’t budge. She had no choice, but to go and get Brenda and some of the other women to help her. By the time, they had come back inside. Angel had come stumbling out of the men’s bathroom with a needle sticking out of his arm. Brenda had seen the man lying on the floor of the bathroom holding his groin. Kimberly had rushed Angel out of the store and into the Rv as quickly as possible and had removed the syringe from his arm.

D.A fell asleep cradling Angel’s head on her lap. When morning arrives, D.A is woken up with a light shake to her shoulder.

“We need to get ready to go D.A.” Angie looks down at her tried life partner. She wants to stay here and watch over Angel, but they needed to get a move on. They only had two days left to reach their campsite.

D.A. wakes up groggy and sore from sleeping like she did. She looks down at Angel and notice sometime during the night he had switch to sleeping on his side, with his head still resting on her lap.

“I can’t leave her.” D.A strokes Angel’s sweat soak hair.

Angie sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at D.A. “I don’t want to either, but we have too for the sake of the club. Kim and Helena are going to stay and keep an eye on Angel. They will call us, when Angel is feeling better.” She strokes Angel’s sweat soak hair as well.

“I just wish we were near a hospital, because who knows what mess that man shot into Angel’s system.” D.A. just strokes Angel’s hair and tries not to show too many emotions. She needed to be strong and supportive.

“Don’t worry D.A., I’m sure whatever it is, Angel will pull through it. That daughter of ours has proven she is one tough little girl.” Angie looks down at their sleeping Angel.

D.A. leans down and places a kiss on Angel’s cheek and slowly removes herself from under his head. She goes about getting ready and just before either her or Angie leave the room, they both places kisses on Angel’s cheek and forehead.

Both D.A. and Angie were thinking about Angel as they lead their MC down the highway towards their destination. Each woman was thinking about what they needed to do to protect their adopted daughter. Since Angel has come to them, she’s been almost raped and now drugged by some man. D.A. has some idea on who it is, but she wants to make sure. She has a plan on how she is going to take care of him, but she’ll need to make a few phone calls to the right people to make her plan work. She knew it was Angel’s father and she was going to make him pay for trying to kill his son and for attacking a prospect member of her Motorcycle club.

Angie glances up at the sky and the dark clouds hanging in the sky was matching her partner’s mood. She had kept watch on D.A. all day and could tell she wasn’t in a very good mood. It was like the weather was matching how her partner felt all day long. It started raining late in the afternoon and they were still an hour away from the campsite. They had decided that if it started to rain, they would keep on traveling till they reached the campsite. By the time the D.A. and Angie reached the campsite, they were soaked to the bone. A covered parking area had been erected for the motorcycles to park under. Brenda and the rest of the women who had traveled in the other Rv’s made hot soup and sandwiches for dinner.

Kim and Helena had watched Angel all day long. Helena had started off after D.A. and Angie had left. Around lunch time she had traded off to Kimberly and sat up front with Brenda. Kim was worried about Angel. She had sat by him as he slept. He was still running a slight fever, but not as bad as it first had been. Kim had gone outside once they had arrived at the campsite to help set-up a cover area for the motorcycles, so they were out of the rain. All three women watched as those women who had ridden on the motorcycles pull up under the cover area for them. Brenda already had hot tea made for the ones staying in their RV. Just as D.A. and Angie came walking in through the door of the Rv. Angel comes stumbling out of the Master bedroom. He stands near the wall using it to hold him upright.

“Mom?” He looks over towards D.A. and Angie.

Everyone looks at Angel when he speaks. They all walk over towards Angel and D.A. picks him up into her arms and hold him tight to her.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Angie looks at Angel’s face.

“Thirsty mommy” Angel’s mouth felt very dry to him. He also felt very hungry and sick as well.

“I’ll get her a glass of juice. It will give her some energy.” Brenda heads over towards the small refrigerator and pulls out the orange juice container and gets a clear plastic cup out of the cabinets and fills it up with juice.

“Here you go Angie.” Brenda hands the plastic cup to Angie.

Angie accepts it and then raises it to Angel’s lips.

“Here you go sweetie. Take a sip of this.” Angie holds the cup for Angel as she drinks from it.

Angel drinks the sweet citrus liquid down. He finishes the cup and rests his head against D.A.’s shoulder.

“Feeling better sweetie?” Angie reaches up and brushes aside some of Angel’s hair.

Angel shakes his head yes to his mother’s question.

D.A. looks down at her daughter and could tell Angel was still feeling some of the effects of the drug, but was feeling better now that she had something to drink.

Brenda walks over to D.A. “why don’t you give me Angel and I’ll take care of her, while you and Angie get dry and change.” She holds her hands out for Angel.

D.A. looks down at Angel “do you mind sweetie?”

Angel looks up at his mother and could see she didn’t want to let go of him, but she was wet and would catch a cold if she remained in her wet clothes.

“It’s okay mommy. I don’t mind.” He gives D.A. a hug.

D.A. gives her adopted daughter a loving smile and hands Angel to Brenda.

Angie places a kiss on Angel’s cheek “we’ll be back as quick as possible.”

Brenda takes Angel into her arms “don’t worry sweetie. Your mothers will be back out here in a few minutes. Until then, why don’t we get some food into you? You must be starving.”

Brenda takes Angel over towards the table and sits her down on a chair. Kim dishes up a good size bowl of the soup they had made for dinner and sets the bowl down in front of Angel.

“Hope you like homemade vegetable soup kiddo.” She also puts a few slices of garlic butter toasted bread near her bowl along with a glass of milk.

Angel looks up at both Brenda and Kimberly “thank you.”

Helena stands nearby and watches as Angel starts eating. She hopes the soup will restore his energy levels.

As soon as the food hit Angel’s mouth, he couldn’t stop. He felt ravish and couldn’t help, but wolf down his food.

“Slow down kiddo. Your food not going anywhere.” Kim was amused. She had never seen Angel eat her food this fast before.

Angel slows down some. His cheeks turn beet red from embarrassment.

Helena just smiles “She can’t help it Kimberly. Whatever was in that drug burned up all her calories and has made her want to replace it.”

“I know, I just don’t want Angel burning her mouth.” Kim runs her hand on Angel’s head.

Brenda refills Angel’s bowl and fixes a hot ham and cheese sandwiches for her as well. When Angel is finish, he sits back in his chair and looks at his family. Helena, Kim and Brenda had sat down in the chairs near his.

Brenda looks at Angel “Angel? Do you know who the man was that had drugged you?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel had spoken real low when he said it.

“Was it the same person that had left you to die?” Brenda had already figured out who it was, but she wanted Angel to confirm it.

In that same low voice, he had answer in earlier “yes Ma’am.”

“I was afraid of that.” Brenda leans back in her seat.

Both Kim and Helena look towards one another and then towards Brenda “Who was it?”

“He was Angel’s biology father.” D.A. says as she comes walking back into the kitchen area of the Rv, in a pair of sweats and drying her hair with a towel.

“Why would he want to kill Angel?” Helena looks towards D.A., She heard the shower going in the bathroom and figured Angie must be in the shower right now.

“Because.” as D.A. walks over and stands behind Angel and places her hands on his shoulder. She looks down at him and then back up at everyone else.

“Because Angel is different than most boys and the fact he wants a boy that is more like him. Someone who will follow in his footsteps and carry on the business trade he is in. You all know Angel isn’t like that and that he wishes he had been born a girl instead of being born a boy. The other fact is, Angel is smarter than his father as well. He hates the fact that Angel has his mother’s brains and her looks. He’s jealous of Angel and reminds him to much of his dead wife. I received an email from my office with all the information they could dig-up on Angel’s mother. She held three Master degrees and two Bachelor degrees in Engineering and Business. Here are a couple of pictures of Angel’s mother.” D.A. pulls down a folder she had stash away on top of the cabinets and passes them around.

Everyone sitting around the table looks at them and then at Angel and then back at the pictures.

“She could pass for your twin sister D.A.” Brenda was holding one that had been blown up and enhance.

“I know. I had her family checked out. So far nothing, but if you look closely at her picture, you’ll notice Angel looks just like his mother. He has her facial features, her nose everything. Angel is like a little version of his mother. That’s another reason I figure Angel’s father hates him. Angel reminds him of his wife he had killed in a staged break-in.” D.A. had her people at her law firm dig through Angel’s past. She knew everything there was about Angel and his family. She also knew that Angel’s father had used up all the money his wife had left to their son and had sold the property owned by her parents.

“So, what are we going to do about it?” Brenda and Kimberly had some idea what D.A. might do.

“I’m going to talk with Tony about Angel’s father attacking a member of our MC. I’m also going to give Angel’s father two choices as well. Either he signs the adoption papers giving me and Angie sole custody of Angel or I turn over everything I have on him to a certain FBI friend of mine. He’ll also have to face me in a motorcycle contest of my choosing. The stakes are going to be his motorcycle. That motorcycle of his technically belongs to Angel. His father brought it with the money Angel’s mother left to him.” D.A. kept her hands-on Angel’s shoulder.

She felt it when he placed his petite hand on hers.

"I feel he should go to jail for what he has done, D.A." Rachel and Clair both felt that way.

"I know, but I have feeling this is better solved by either Tony or Us." D.A. had been in contact with Tony as well.

“Well I think it might be safer for Angel, if she has one or two of us around her at all times. That way, hopefully we can keep our little Angel from being hurt anymore.” Helena looks towards Angel and gives him a concern smile.

“I agree with Helena. I think for now on, that Angel should have members of our MC around her at all times. Also, it might be a good idea to inform the others about Angel’s true gender. That way, they don’t think we are keeping things from them.” Brenda figured it was time to tell the others.

“Do you think the others might resent Angel wanting to be a girl?” Kim knew a few of the women in the MC didn’t like men at all.

“There might be a few, but from everyone I personally know and have spoken too in the past about letting a few transgender women join us. They wouldn’t mind, as long as they acted as women and not drag queens. I already know, a lot of the women think highly of Angel. They have seen that Angel is willing to work hard and do everything asked of her.” Brenda had spoken with a few people she knew and they had no problem with Angel.

“Then it’s settled. I’ll announce it tomorrow morning before we leave to everyone. Now how about we enjoy some of this food you all have made.” D.A. sits down next to her daughter. Angie comes walking out dress in a pair of sweats as well and sits on the other side of Angel.

Angel looks out of the window as the Rv travels down the highway. He had slept peacefully between his mothers’ last night. When morning came, D.A. held a meeting to inform the rest of the MC on what had happened and what Angel’s true gender was. The women that didn’t know took the news well. Some of them felt betray, but they understood. The rest didn’t care. He had proven himself to them and they knew he would never do anything to disgrace the MC or his mothers’. D.A. has made it a standing order that he is to always have two sisters from the MC with him always, whenever they stop anywhere. Rachel and Clair have pretty much volunteer to be his body guards and April and Nancy have volunteered to watch after him while Rachel and Clair are riding with D.A. and the rest of the MC.

While he is in the Rv, Brenda and Kimberly were his guards. If he leaves the Rv, Kimberly is to get Cindy to stay with him and her. Angie had laid out his clothes this morning, after she had scrubbed him from head to toe. She had tickled him while they were in the shower. She had dress Angel in a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts with wolves on it. D.A. had brushed out his dirty blonde hair and put it in a ponytail like she kept hers. She had even spritzed some of her perfume on him this morning.

Helena had come over and checked him out. He still had a slight fever and still felt a little weak, but otherwise he was alright. She had given him his second shot of hormones and made him take the pills she had prescribe for him. Cindy had reminded him that she still intended to make him the best girl she could and threaten to spank him if he acted like a boy at all. That had brought a smile to his face, because he wanted to be a girl and be treated like one. He picks his book up off the table and starts reading it. It was a Charline Harris book he had wanted to read. He had gotten a chance to read a batter book from the series and he had become hooked on the series. His father had burned the book he had read. He had said the main character of the book reminded him to much like him. Angel looks over towards the collection of books his mothers’ and Aunt’s had loan and brought for him. He had over forty books so far to read. Some of them were the Harry Potter books his mothers had brought him, others were romance novels and some were the Charline Harris, Sookie Stackhouse novels he had wanted to read. Some of the romance books were lesbian oriented. It didn’t bother him, because he would have to make that type of choice when he got older. Angel buries himself in his novel.

“You feel hungry, kiddo?” Kimberly was standing next to him. He hadn’t even realized she was there. He closes his book after putting his hello kitty bookmark in to mark where he was.

“Yes ma’am.” He starts getting up off the sofa.

Kimberly puts her hand on his shoulder “you sit still. I’m going to make subs for lunch, is that alright with you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He loved the way Kimberly made subs.

Kimberly makes his sub first and adds a handful of potato chips to it. Angel watches as Brenda pulls the Rv into a large truck stop and finds a nice spot for theirs to park along with the rest of their traveling caravan. Angel knew that once they have lunch, Brenda would refuel the Rv and they would continue till they reach the campground they have reserve for a week. This was going to be their final stop today, before they reached the campsite.

Angel watches as Brenda leaves from up front and comes and join them for lunch.

“How are you feeling kiddo?” Brenda was hoping Angel would be up to exploring when they get to their campsite.

“Better Aunt Brenda. I won’t outrun Clair or Rachel, but better.” Angel liked Clair and Rachel they always made him run.

“You will one day Angel.” Brenda gives him a motherly smile and starts eating. She still couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to hurt such a sweet disposition child.

Angel looks towards both women “am I wrong wanting to be how I should had been born?”

Kimberly looks towards Angel “I don’t think it’s wrong that you should dress and act the way that you feel you should Angel. I think it’s wrong that your father has been trying to kill you for the way you feel. I feel that he should be put back in jail for trying to kill you and for what he did to your mother.”

“I have to agree with Kimberly, Angel. I believe you should be true to yourself and live your life the way you feel you should. As for your father, I have a feeling that he is going to get what he deserves for the things he has been doing to you. Word is going to spread to the rest of the motorcycle clubs that will be at Sturgis and I know a few members of different clubs will act against your father. Some members might not approve of you, but they do have a code against hurting children and that is where you fit in.” Brenda looks at Angel as he listens to her.

Angel drinks some of his juice and wonders how he should feel about his father. He already hates him and such. He wished he was dead. Angel finishes up his lunch and helps tidy up the RV as he feels Brenda drive the RV over to the pumps to fill the RV tanks up.
Angel sits down and finishes reading his book as Brenda and Kimberly sits up front and watch the country side together as the Rv drives towards its destination. Angel puts his book down and stares at the homes and fields as they drive past them. He wonders if his father is really going to be at Sturgis and if D.A. and Angie and the rest of the MC will be able to protect him. He looks down at his batter and bruised body. Most of it was caused by the beating he received from his father. The others had been from the attempted rape and then again from his father trying to kill him. He sighs and lays his head against the top of the seat and slowly falls asleep.

“Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.” Kimberly shakes Angel’s shoulder lightly to wake her up.

Angel slowly opens his tired eyes and look at who was shaking him awake.

“Ah, there’s the beautiful emerald green eyes, we love so much.” Kimberly gives Angel a sisterly smile.

Angel blinks his eyes a few times to get the sleep out of them.

“What’s wrong?” Angel was still feeling groggy.

“Nothing sweetie, we’ve arrived at the campsite. I was wondering if you feel up to helping us set-up things. You don’t need to sweetie if your still feeling tired.” Kimberly brushes aside some of Angel’s blonde hair.

“No, I’ll help.” Angel gets up off the sofa carefully and slips his tennis shoes on and goes outside to help set things up.
Brenda gives him a bunch of light stuff to do. Angel doesn’t mind helping as he goes about gathering firewood and setting up the ice coolers and additional picnic tables they were going to need for all the members. He helps a few other members prepare dinner for tonight. After about an hour, he hears the roar of the motorcycles as they approach the campsite. A smile appears on his face as he stands near the RV as he watches his mother’s bring their group towards the site set aside for the motorcycles.

Angel walks over towards where his mother’s park their motorcycles. He waits till the motorcycles were cut off before approaching his mother’s motorcycles. He had been instructed to always wait before approaching them.

“Welcome back mommy.” Angel gives D.A. and Angie a hug.

“How are you feeling kiddo?” Angie hugs Angel and look into his eyes to see how he felt.

“Fine mommy, we got everything already for dinner.” I helped with preparing dinner.

“Did you now?” Both Angie and D.A. we’re proud of their adopted daughter.

“She’s been a very busy young lady.” Brenda walks over and stands behind Angel with her hands resting on her shoulder.

D.A. and Angie just look at Angel. Even with all the bruises and bandages on him, he always helps with everything.

“I think we inherited a gem when we found you kiddo.” Angie ruffles his blonde hair and D.A. places a kiss on his cheek.

Angel just smiles at his mother’s and places his hand on Brenda’s. He tilt’s his head back to look up at her.

“Thank you for everything you have done for me.” He looks towards his mother’s as well with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“You’re welcome sweetie. Now let’s go and party and have fun tonight.” D.A. gets up off her motorcycle along with Angie and all four of them head over towards the food and the others.

D.A. and Angie made sure Angel sat near them as they fixed a plate for him and brought him ice tea to drink.

Angel watches as all the members of his adopted mother’s motorcycle club start dancing and drinking. A smile appears on his face as he watches his mother’s dance, along with Brenda and Kimberly. He watches as Helena and the other women that have looked over him let down their hair and enjoyed themselves tonight. His mother’s pull him out with them and teach him how to dance and let him enjoy himself with the
other members. He never has had any fun like this before, except with his mother when she was alive.

After a few hours, he starts getting tired and heads inside the Rv to start getting ready for bed. Angel takes all his clothes off and head inside the shower and takes one, so his mother’s and the rest of the ladies sleeping in the Rv can have the morning to themselves.

D.A. and Angie had notice that Angel had been getting tired and watched as he headed over to the Rv to get ready for bed. They saw the light in the bathroom come on and as they get closer to the Rv, they could hear the shower going.

Both Angie and D.A. head inside the Rv and back towards the master bedroom. Angie takes out a light green baby doll night gown for Angel to wear when he gets out of the shower.

“Do you think he’ll like this?” Angie holds it for D.A. to look at.

“I think he’s going to love it. I have notice Angel loves anything that makes him seem more feminine.” D.A. couldn’t help but think that she was going to have a little princess on her hands.

“Do you blame him? He really wants to be a girl.” Angie just smiles and sits down on the bed waits for Angel to come out of the shower.

“I don’t blame Angel for wanting to be a girl. His father tried to kill him for being true to his nature.” D.A. stands near the door.

They wait for him to finish and just as he is coming into the bedroom.

“Come here sweetie.” Angie calls him over towards her.

Angel walks over towards Angie and let her dress him in the baby doll night gown.

D.A. watches as Angie dresses their adopted daughter. She could see the smile on Angel’s face as he let Angie dress him in the baby doll nightgown.

Angel does a little twirl for his mother’s. He stops and gives Angie a hug.

“Thank you, mommy” He kisses her cheek.

“You’re welcome sweetie, now go over and give your other mother a hug as well.” Angie places a kiss on his cheek, as she feels Angel let go of her.

Angel let’s go of Angie and goes over to D.A. and hugs her as well.

D.A. carefully picks Angel up and places a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, mommy,” He hugs her real close and lays his head on her shoulder. Tears stream down his cheek as he just holds her. He loves both his new mothers and couldn’t imagine where he would be now if they hadn’t stopped to help him when they did.

“You’re welcome sweetie, but it was mommy Angie that brought it for you.” D.A could feel Angel’s tears as they soaked through her shirt. She rubs his back as she holds him tight to her.

Angie stands up and wraps her arms around their daughter and D.A.

They stand like that for a while as Angel cries himself to sleep in their arms. Angie folds the blanket down and D.A. slowly lowers Angel down on the bed and tucks him in for the night. D.A. kisses his cheek and then Angie kisses his cheek.

“Sleep tight sweetie.” Angie stands back up.

They both take one last look at their sleeping daughter, before heading back outside to be with their sisters.

Angel wakes up the next morning spooned in between her two mothers. Her mother Angie had her arm around his waist and she was spooned against her back. Her mother D.A. was facing her and her face was nested in the crook of her shoulder. She had her arm around her and Angie as well. Both her mother’s slept in the nude and she knew she couldn’t get out of bed without waking either one of them. She just lays there enjoying the warmth and closeness she felt with her new mothers.

She could smell beer and whiskey on their bodies. The smell was very familiar to her because of her father, but she knew these women would never hurt her. She loved the way the baby doll night gown that Angie had dressed her in last night felt against her body. She lays there and watches as her mother D.A. slept. She could feel her mother Angie’s hair resting on her shoulders and her chest pressed up against her back. She snuggles closer to her and bury her face deeper into the crook of her mother D.A.’s shoulder. She closes his eyes again and falls back asleep.

She is awoken again when she feels her mother Angie removes her arm from around her and gets out of bed. She turns to look at her from under her mother’s D.A. hair that had fallen over her face like a curtain. She wiggles closer to D.A.’s body as she looks at Angie.

Angie had been woken by her bladder and when she got up from the bed, she notices that Angel woke-up and turned to face her. She also notices her lover and wife D.A. opens her eyes when she felt Angel wiggle against her. She gives both a smile, before rushing to the bathroom.

D.A watches as Angie rushes out of the bedroom towards the bathroom. She had been woken when Angel changed position and wiggled closer against her. She tightens her arm around her and pulls her on top of her when she turns over to lie on her back.

Angel squeals when she feels herself pulled on top of D.A.’s chest when she turns to lie on her back. She sits up on her stomach and looks down at D.A.’s face.

D.A. looks up at Angel’s beautiful emerald green eyes and smiles at her.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” D.A. rubs her thighs.

“I’m feeling okay mommy.” She smiles at her mother.

“That’s good. Are you ready to have some fun today?” D.A. couldn’t wait to see what Angel was going to look like after they dress her in her new clothes today.

“Yes ma’am.” She starts playing with a lock of D.A.’s hair.

D.A. pulls Angel down to her and just holds her against her body. She rubs her back and places a kiss on her cheek.

Angel just snuggles against her mother and enjoys the feel of her holding her.

Angie comes walking back in after emptying her bladder and notice D.A. holding Angel against her. She sits down next to the two of them. She kisses D.A. and then places a kiss on Angel’s cheek.

“Morning mommy” Angel turns to face Angie after she places a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning sweetie, are you ready to have fun today?” Angie rubs her back and strokes D.A.’s arm as well.

“Yes ma’am.” Angel smiles and lets out a little purr as she feels her back rub.

“Let’s go and have a family shower.” Angie lifts Angel up off D.A. so she could get up.

D.A. heads towards the bathroom while Angie undresses Angel. Angie gives D.A. a few minutes before heading into the bathroom and starts the shower. Angel has fun in the shower with her two mothers and when they get out and get dress for the day, she ask D.A. to fix her tattoo she gave her.

D.A. fixes the one she originally did on Angel and adds another one at the base of her neck in between her shoulders, so everyone could see it while she is wearing the clubs camisole tank top today.

Angie dresses Angel in one of the club’s new camisole and a pair of short shorts they brought for her to wear. D.A. puts a pair of short 3-inch-high heel boots on her and brushes out her hair and apply a little make-up to coverup her raccoon eyes. By the time, Angie and D.A. are done with Angel, she looks like a hot teenage girl. Not even her father would recognize her the way she was dress.

“Go out and help Brenda fix breakfast for everyone Angel, while I and your other mommy get ready.” D.A. places a kiss on Angel’s cheek and shoos her out of the bedroom.

“Yes ma’am” Angel heads out to help Brenda. She likes the way she looks.

She walks carefully in her new boots out to help Brenda, who she notices is already up and fixing coffee and setting out breakfast. She goes over and does what she can to help.

Angel holds tight to her mother Angie’s waist as they travel down the highway towards Sturgis on the back of her motorcycle. Every woman in the club was riding either with someone or on their own motorcycles today. They were all dress in their club colors and riding in two columns. She had her new helmet on which matched her mother’s helmet, except it had an Angel on both side of it. Angel had never ridden on a motorcycle before and couldn’t believe how free and scared she felt. She had a tight grip on her mother’s waist, but she was enjoying it. When they pulled into Sturgis, she couldn’t believe how many motorcycles and people there were. She gets off the motorcycle with her mother, after she parks and secures her helmet on her motorcycle. She had been told before they left that she was either to stay with her mother’s or have Rachel and Clair. She grabs both of their hands and walks around with them.

Angel was like a kid in a candy store as she went from one place to another with her mother’s. She watched as Angie played some pool against a few other motorcycle members and whipped their tails doing it. Angel watches Rachel beat another woman in a boxing match. She has lunch later with the whole club at one of her mother’s favorite places. While she walks around with her mother’s and body guards, she spots her father several times in the same area. She even passes by him, holding Clair’s hand from nervousness.

Clair had notice Angel’s father when they walked pass him, but kept Angel next to her. She wasn’t going to give Angel’s father another chance to hurt the poor child.

Angel’s father watches as two beautiful women walk by him. There was a younger one that looked like she was just a teenager and the other one, looked to be old enough to be her mother or older sister. All day long he has been seeing the same two women walking together. He walks over to the two women, just as they head inside one of the bars.

“Excuse me ladies, allow me to buy your first drink.” Kevin slaps down some money on the counter.

Clair looks at Kevin when he speaks.

“No thanks. My daughter and I don’t drink.” Clair makes sure she is in between Kevin and Angel.

Angel doesn’t say anything. She stays close to Clair and looks around for Rachel. Clair might be able to hold her own against his father.

“Oh, come on. One drink isn’t going to hurt. I promise, you have this one drink with me and I’ll leave you along.” Kevin was trying to score with this woman and her younger sister.

Angel spots several members of the Sirens and waves her hands towards them.

Clair looks towards Kevin “I said no, so butt off.”

Kevin grabs Angel’s arm “how about you sweetie? Do you want to party with an older gentleman?”

Angel could smell the alcohol on him and could tell her father was drunk.

Clair pulls his hand off Angel “she doesn’t want to party either, so buzz off.” Clair was holding his hand.

“You heard my girlfriend, back off.” Rachel had spotted the trouble going on between Kevin and Clair. She had run into several other women from the club, so they were backing her up.

Kevin notices all the women facing him. He knew this motorcycle group were composed of lesbians and bi-sexual. He also knew that they looked out for one another and that he didn’t see any of his friends from his motorcycle gang around.

“No problems ladies.” Kevin backs off and heads over towards another lady to bother her.

“You okay Clair and Angel?” Rachel was concern about her lover and Angel.

“Yes ma’am.” Angel watches her drunken father and wonders what her mother ever saw in him.

“Thanks sweetie.” Clair wraps her arms around Rachel and plants a kiss on her lips.

Angel just smiles as she watches his bodyguards make out.

“Alright you two.” D.A. and Angie had been walking by and saw the commotion and headed over to see what was going on.

“Moms.” Angel walks over towards both his mothers and feel D.A. wrap her arm around her petite waist.

“Come on ladies, the beer is on me.” D.A. looks at all her people gather around her and Angie takes them to their favorite bar to drink. She and Angie keep Angel near them.

Angie and D.A. let’s Angel have one beer with the group. They know they were breaking the law, but they wanted Angel to fit in with everyone and not feel left out.

Angel only took a few sips of the beer. She didn’t like the taste and drunk water afterwards.

Everyone sticks around drinking and having fun. D.A. and Angie leave to take Angel around and introduce her to some of their friends. They let an artist draw a picture of Angel and took a picture with D.A. and Angie. D.A. was going to have a group picture taken later of ever member together. Angel spends the day just having fun. D.A. gave her some money and allowed him to buy her some items for herself.

Big Tony had gotten a phone call from D.A. from the Sirens MC and wanted to talk. She didn’t say what the meeting was about, but she wanted it to be just him and his vice and her and her vice. The meeting was going to take place outside of Sturgis.

When Big Tony and his Vice shows-up at the meeting place. He notices D.A. and Her second/ wife was waiting for them. He knew D.A. from her days with another MC and her wife as well. Whatever they wanted to talk to him about must be important if they didn’t want anyone else around.

“Tony, it’s good to see you again.” D.A. walks over and gives him a hug.

She looks towards Tony’s second “Gary, it’s good to see you as well. “

“Ya, it’s been to long Gary.” Angie walks over towards Gary. He was a close friend of her older brother.

“It’s good to see you as well Angie. I heard you and D.A. got married a few years back when it became legal in your home state.”

“Yep, I finally made her make it right after staying by her side for years.” Angie looks towards D.A. with love in her eyes. She has always loved her.

“I’m happy for you Angie.” Gary knew about their marriage a few years ago.

“So why did you ask to meet with me D.A.?” Tony wanted to know why out here.

“We have a problem with one of your newest members. A Kevin Stevens. He tried to kill his son for being different. He is also responsible for the murder of his wife as well.” D.A. stood there watching Tony.

“Are you sure about that D.A.? He said he sent his son to his wife’s sister.”

“Yes, I’m sure about his son. We found him stumbling along the side of the road beat all to hell. He tried to kill him again just a few days ago at a truck stop that Brenda stopped at. Your man needs to be put down Tony. Do you want your MC to be known harboring a child killer?” D.A knows she wouldn’t want her MC to be known like that.

“Do you have proof of what you’re saying D.A.? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but he’s says he sent his son to his aunt’s house and your saying he tried to kill him.” Tony wanted to believe D.A., but Kevin was bringing in some serious cash for the MC.

“Actually, I do have proof to show you. Your man tried to kill his son, because he is transgender.” D.A. pulls her phone out and shows Tony the pictures they took of the injuries done to Angel and then the needle sticking out of his arm and the needle itself.

“Now, do you believe me? Your sorry excuse of a man and father did this to a boy who couldn’t fight back. All he wanted to do was be himself.
Are you going to help this girl get justice? Would you want one of your own children to go through this?” D.A. hopes she can get Tony on her side.

Tony looks through the pictures again of the injuries done to Angel. He had no problem of a child being themselves, but he doesn’t tolerate child abuse. He notices some of the pictures of Kevin’s son dress as a girl and he couldn’t believe how cute he looked. He made a cute girl.

“Where’s the child now?” Tony hands D.A. back her phone.

“He’s with members of my MC right now. Me and Angie are going to adopt him as our own daughter. It’s what she wants and we have fallen in love with her.” D.A has already gotten the paperwork going with her law office.

“So, what do you want me to do with him?” Tony are ready knew what he wants to do with him.

“Well, since he is a member of your MC. I figure you might want to handle this in house. There is one more thing Tony. His motorcycle belongs to his son. I am asking it to be returned to her.” D.A. wants what belongs to Angel, returned to Angel.

“It will be handled in house D.A. I promise you that. I’ll make sure he pays for what he has done towards his son. Plus, I’ll make sure his motorcycle is returned to you so you can give it to your daughter.” Tony couldn’t say son. Not with the way the child looked.

“Thanks Tony.” D.A. walks back over to her motorcycle and mounts it.

All four bikers head back to Sturgis. Tony was going to deal with Kevin and return his motorcycle to D.A.

D.A. and Angie head back to meet up with her daughter and her MC. She’ll give Tony a chance to deal with Kevin like he promised.
Angel was with Clair and Rachel today. She had been told her mothers had some business to attend to this morning so rode with Rachel on her motorcycle. It was their second day here at Sturgis, and was having a blast. Some of the women enter the tattoo contest. Rachel and Clair took her to several concerts that were going on at the Iron Horse Saloon.

For lunch, she tried several foods and tried one of Clair’s hot wings. She almost choked on it because it was too hot. Clair and Rachel had a laugh at her expense, but it was okay for her. Angel didn’t mind, but she knew not to do that again.

By that afternoon, D.A. and Angie meet up with them and they have fun at one of the other saloons. D.A. teaches Angel how to shoot pool. Later D.A. introduces Angel to some more friends of hers and they let her sit on their custom-built motorcycle. Angel couldn’t believe how the motorcycle looked. The paint job, the styling. She had never seen anything like it.

D.A. shows Angel some antique motorcycles at the museum. By the evening they attend another concert and get together with several other people and have fun.

Kevin has been having a blast here at Sturgis lately. He has been making drug contacts with several bikers that could extend his reach. He met several women and had fun with them. This was the type of life he missed and enjoy. He didn’t like being tied down with a sissy son and a wife who loved their child more than him and was smarter then him. His wife wasn’t into the S&M games like some of the women he met here were this week.

Kevin was sitting back counting his money from a few sales he had made this week. He takes a huge swig from his beer and was putting away his cash, when his friend Tucker comes walking over to him.

“Kevin, if I was you. I would hit the road now, man. You’re in deep shit with Tony. He has all the members looking for you.” Tucker had heard from the sergeant of arms that all members were to bring Kevin/Cutter to him right away. He didn’t say why, so he did some digging and found out that Tony met with the Sirens MC Leader yesterday. He had a feeling that it might have something to do with that situation with Kevin’s sissy son.

“Why, is it that serious?” Kevin couldn’t figure out why their leader would want to talk with him. He was doing his job by paying his dues from the drug sells.

“He didn’t say Kevin, but all I do know. He wants you brought to him right away. All members were told to bring you to him, no matter what.”
Tucker was jeopardizing his membership in the MC by informing Kevin.

Kevin stands up and walks back and forth thinking. Why would Tony want him brought to him?

He looks over towards his friend “does anyone else know I’m here?”

“No, only I do. However, if I was you I would get away as soon as possible. All I know, is Tony met with the leader of the Sirens MC yesterday morning. What did you do to that MC?” Tucker had a feeling, but wasn’t sure.

“Nothing…” Then he stops and looks towards Tucker.

“WHY THAT LITTLE SISSY.” Kevin was feeling a murderous rage as he remembers that his sissy son got away from him at the gas station. He remembers an older woman looking into the bathroom, through the pain filled hazed he had been in.

“My SISSY son must be among that MC. I remember seeing an older looking woman that looked through the door of the men’s bathroom that day. I had tried to give my son an overdose.” Kevin figures if he could find the woman, he could find his sissy ass son.

“Well if your son is still alive after that dose you gave him. Then you need to get out of here now.” Tucker just figures he needs to get Cutter out of here now, before any of his brothers find him.

“I’m not going anywhere till my sissy ass son is dead. If he is alive, I won’t be able to stay in business or avoid any of our brothers.” Kevin needed to find his son and kill him once and for all.

“Well, I do know they are staying at the Rush No More Rv park and campground. If you can get there, you can take care of your son if he is with them.” Tucker knew that the Sirens normally camped there.

“Thanks Tucker. I’ll be ending my son’s life tonight.” Kevin pulls his gun out and checks it.

“Any time bro. Just don’t be seen and make sure he is dead this time. If you don’t you’ll be hunted by the MC and the Sirens.” Tucker walks away and back towards his motorcycle.

Kevin mounts his motorcycle and heads towards the campground. He knew a back way into it that cut through the woods surrounding the campground. Kevin was going to end his son tonight. He was going to kill his son or take his own life.

Angel was tired and happy. She had fun with both her mothers and her Aunts today. They had ridden to Deadwood and toured the place. She saw where Wild Bill Hickok and Martha Jane Canary (a.k.a. Calamity Jane) were buried. She had so much fun visiting historical places. Deadwood was the first place she had ever visited.

They were heading back towards the campground and were going to cookout tonight. Her mothers had talked about having food at the campground saloon, but decided on cooking at the RV’s. She wanted to help with everything. So, when they arrived back at the Rv. Angel headed to Brenda to see what she could do to help. Angel helped Brenda get things together to prepare for dinner tonight. She helped with setting up the meal and watching the grill.

Kevin found a position where he could see everything going on where the Sirens had parked their Rv’s and watched as they came back. He had spotted his son dressed as a girl. He saw his son riding with the Vice-President of the Sirens. His son had his arms wrapped around the woman’s waist. Kevin watched as his sissy son went about acting as a girl setting the picnic tables, helping the other ladies prepare food and grilling. He just had to wait for the perfect time to strike at his son.

“Mom, can I go and get a twig to roast marshmallows?” Angel looks towards both his mothers.

“Go ahead sweetie. Why don’t you get enough for everyone?” D.A. didn’t mind letting Angel go into the woods near the Rvs by herself.
Angel heads into the woods near the Rvs looking for small tree branches they could use to roast marshmallows on. She had found a few that were perfect. She already collected a few branches.

Kevin saw his opportunity. He had watched his son come into the woods and was collecting twigs and such. He notices his son had a handful already. He waits till Angel gets a little deeper, before stepping out from his hiding spot.

Angel was bending over picking up a twig when she saw her father step from behind a tree. She froze staring at him. She drops all the twigs she had collected so far.

“Looks like you managed to survive the overdose I tried to kill you with. Why couldn’t you had died? I have tried to kill you twice already. I was trying to send your sissy ass to your beloved mother. I should had hit her harder when I found out she was carrying a sissy like you.” Kevin felt nothing but disgusted with his son.

Tears were sliding down his cheeks as the words from his father hurt him. How could his father say such things to him?

“How can you be so mean to me? All I ever wanted was to be myself. Mom knew it and didn’t have a problem with it. Why do you?” Angel felt his tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Because you’re a boy and you should be dressing and acting as a boy does. You’re not a girl. You should stop dressing up as a girl.” Kevin was reaching behind his back to grab his gun.

“I’m a girl. I never wanted to be a boy. I hate how I was born.” Angel clears the tears from his eyes.

“Well, I can solve your problems.” As Kevin points his gun at his son.

Angel didn’t know what he was going to do.

The next thing Angel hears is the sound of a gunshot and something wet hitting his face, as his father drops to the ground in front of him.

“It’s alright Angel.” D.A comes walking out of the woods towards her daughter. She had her gun in her hands

Angel turns around and notice D.A. walking towards her. She notice her mother had her gun in her hand. She runs towards her and wrap her arms around her and start crying.

D.A. tucks her gun back in her holster behind her back and picks Angel up and holds her tight to her body. She had gotten worried and had gone looking for Angel. When D.A. heard voices, she followed them and knew Angel was in trouble. As she got closer, she saw Angel’s father pointing a gun at her little girl. D.A. had taken out her gun she kept concealed on her and shot him. She wasn’t going to let Angel’s father hurt her little girl again.

Several people had heard the gunshot and came running into the woods. What they saw when they arrived was a dead biker laying face first on the ground and a blonde hair woman holding a crying ten-year-old girl in her arms.

Several women from The Sirens MC walk up to stand beside D.A. and Angel. They just stared down at the man lying face first on the ground and listening to Angel cry against her mother's chest.

Several Weeks Later:

Angel stood looking at the gravestone of her birth mother with D.A. and Angie by her side. She had on a green dress that matched her eyes and white tights. Her shoes matched the color of her dress and she had her hair styled and pulled back into a ponytail. Her fingernails had been painted a light green color and had tiny butterflies painted on them. Angel still wore the Angel necklace that Rachel had put on her the day they had found her.

D.A.’s law firm had tracked down where her mother was buried at and D.A. and Angie had paid for a headstone for her grave.

“Momma, daddy has been brought to justice for what he did to me and you. I hope you don’t mind that I have a new family now. Both my new mothers are kind and loving. They both love me for me and are helping me to become a young lady you will be proud of.” Tears stream down
Angel’s face as she stands there talking to her mother.

Angie and D.A. rest their hands-on Angel’s shoulder.

“Mrs. Stevens, we promise to make you proud of your daughter and protect her so she never has to go through what she has gone through ever again.” Angie places some flowers in a vase on the grave.

D.A. kneels to look at the headstone. She runs her fingers over the inscription she had inscribed on it.

“The Mother of an Angel, now has become an Angel herself to watch over the one she gave life too.”

“I promise to look after your Angel and raise her to be a young lady you will be proud of.” D.A. stands up after placing flowers in another vase on the other side of the headstone.

“Let’s go home, Angel.”

D.A. and Angie both hold Angel’s hand as they walk back to their car to make the long drive back home.