Jailbait comes to a stop next to Red, as I walk forward to greet Hook, that smarmy bastard. “Hook, thought we had a deal to keep things small and easy.”
“That whore killed my boy, you think I am going to take to that lightly boy.” The old wrinkly bastard spits his chew on my leather boot.
“Don’t push it, old man, you and I both knew Benji was a sorry excuse for a man. Way I see it, Red here did ye a favor. Now where’s the girl?”
He laughs menacingly. “Not so fast, boy. What are ye offering in return? You’re asking for me to let that bitch walk and to give you my granddaughter. I don’t see how I am coming out on this deal. I'm down a man. My son. Bitch needs to pay. Way I see it, if you want this whore to live, we gotta do us some trading, a member for a member.”
“That wasn't our terms. You give me the girl and your word that no harm comes to Red and we will cut you in on our shine venture. We will pay you twenty-five percent for the next ten years.”
Rubbing his long grey beard in deep thought, he says, “I tell ya what, Grim. I’ll give you my granddaughter in exchange for the woman and thirty percent of the take for the next twenty years.”
“I can’t do that, Hook, you know that.” I’m outnumbered and outgunned. Even if I give the signal, my brothers won’t make it in time. I’m a dead man walking, but I’m not scared to die. I only hope Red gets away and finds a way to get her daughter back. There’s only two choices here. “I am willing to negotiate. Are you? I’ll come back to the Rejects, if you let Red and her daughter leave here today with Jailbait.”
“You insult me, boy. You think I’d take you back. You aren’t worth my consideration. You became dead to me the day you left, with that faggot Slim. By the way. How’s them little boys of his? It’s good to know he can still procreate with one nut. I said I’d take a member for a member.” Hook holds up his hand giving some sort of signal to his men, one I don’t understand.
Before I can react, a shot rings out, nailing Jailbait between the eyes. His blood matter splatters across Red’s face. She screams out in pure fear. Her terror squeezes my heart, hearing and feeling her fear makes me freeze. This was a bad idea—a motherfucking deadly one. I’ve never froze up until this moment. I should be grabbing his old, haggard ass by the throat and squeezing the life outta him. I feel defeated and like I just signed Red’s death warrant myself. I signed it in Jailbait’s blood. I’m responsible for this outcome. Me.
I should have killed that bastard then and there. Would have saved us all a lot of rough days to come. I should have killed him the moment I pulled up.
“You don’t get my granddaughter, take your whore, and get out of here. I expect that twenty-five percent the fifth day of every month. Sarah is no longer any of your concern, that bitch isn't her mother. She is dead to me ye hear. Tell Slim, one day I will come for one of his boys. A son for a son.” Hook and his men are on their hogs and riding off as Slim and the boys pull up behind me.
What the fuck just happened? I didn’t pull the trigger, but Jailbait’s blood is on my hands. Snapping out of it, I pull my Glock from my waistband and fire for Hook’s head, clipping him in the ear as he drives away.
Goddamn him.
Goddamn us all.
Dropping down on my knees, I kneel down beside of my fallen brother and for the first time in all of my life, I pray to God to take me instead. He was just a kid. He didn’t deserve this shit. He was only here because of me. I stare down at his frozen in shock face. It should have been me. It was supposed to be me.
Red places her hand on my shoulder. She just witnessed my friend have his head blown off and she is trying to comfort me. I shrug her advances off and remove my black bandanna from my head and give it to her to wipe her face. I’ve let her down, my club...I am useless. What was I thinking putting faith into Hook, or myself? I guess this is my payback for all of the souls I have taken. For all the men I have killed. I am being punished for finally giving a fuck. For wanting something that I’m not deserving of ever having. I feel completely fucked in the head. Death has never bothered me until now. I’ve watched men die in excruciating pain. I’ve bled them dry. Watched as all the light was snuffed out of the eyes and their soul faded away and turned to dust. I’ve burned men for less. Like I said, it should be me laying on the ground with a hole in my head. It should be my brains Red is wiping from her freckled face.
Red reaches down, takes my gun from my hand and starts firing at the Rejects, clipping their backdoor man in the shoulder, but not throwing him off his bike. My brothers finish him for her though. We are far from even with the Devils Rejects. This is only the beginning. I won’t be satisfied until I have Hook’s blood raining down on me and washing me clean of today.
“Get her out of here,” I order Romeo to take Red back to the Roadhouse. I can’t look at her right now. I’ve failed her. I broke my word…my promise to get her daughter back. I’m worthless.
“Nothing more you can do here, man.” Slim orders me to leave as well, but I don’t want to, I need to keep busy or else I am going to go after Hook on my own.
“Brother, you need to go take care of your woman. I have to say I am sorry to see Jailbait go, but I knew Hook would pull this shit, that’s why I sent a potential with ye and not a patched brother. I know you had a soft spot for the kid.”
If Slim really had my back, he would have never agreed to that shit. He would have killed Red himself and been done with it. But I couldn’t see what was really going on at the time. I was blinded with those damn feelings that would torture me for all my days until I took my last breath. Gypsy Red was under my skin and in my veins. There was no getting her out.
My brother’s leave me to my own devices. Once they are all gone, I find a shovel and start digging a grave for Jailbait. Kid ain’t got nobody who will come looking for him. It’s better this way. The less attention we draw to ourselves the fucking better. Once I’m done, I say a few words in his memory. After that I get on my bike and I just ride, needing to clear my head. Needing to make sense of it all.
I find my way to Romeo’s cabin where he brews most of our moonshine. Taking a mason jar from our next delivery, I chug, not caring that it is the one flavor I don’t care for, pink lemonade. One of the other MC’s ordered it for a wedding or some shit. Pulling out my baggie of smoke, I roll me up a blunt and smoke until the memories of the day have faded.
After drinking and smoking myself into oblivion, I ride back to the clubhouse. The brothers are having a party in Jailbait’s memory. Not seeing Red anywhere, I figure she probably got wise and left. Betty comes over to me, hands me a beer, and takes to her knees right where I sit. No one gives a damn. She does this for anyone of my fuckin’ brothers any day or night of the week. I light up another joint while she pays worship to my cock. Her lips wrap around my head suctioning me like a vacuum, she is going to town on my dick, sucking it like it’s the last time she’ll get some dick breath. I am about ready to blow and shoot my seed down her throat. Before I can get off, Red appears, grabs Betty by the back of her hair, and slams her face down into the wooden stool beside of me.
Blood is gushing down Betty’s face and over her big ole breasts. Betty collapses onto me, rubbing her face into my damn shir, earning her a punch to the back of the head. Red looks mighty proud of herself and fuck, it makes me cum. Seeing her angry and ready to kill over my dick is so fucking hot. I guess the woman isn’t smart after all. She’s still here and ready to do whatever to keep other bitches at bay.
“She broke my nose,” Betty cries, but backs away from Red and me. Romeo steps in, muttering, “Christ,” and leads Betty out the back door, probably taking her to the ER. Good fuckin’ riddance. Less trouble for me if she’s gone. Out of sight and out of fucking mind. I take another toke from my joint. I blow the smoke at Red ash she stands before me seething with pure violent rage. Gotta say it makes me hard all over again.
The party rages on around us as if nothing happened. I pull Red into my lap, holding her
against me, and trying to kiss her. Her hand whips up and across my face. She smacked me good with pure hatred blazing in her eyes. I don’t know why I find the situation amusing. Well the fact that I am high could be responsible. I chuckle and put my joint back between my lips and thrust my hips, rubbing my erection against her ass and she smacks me again so fucking hard my joint falls out of my mouth mid toke. “Put your dick away!” She hits me again for good measure and walks away. I should chase after her and apologize but that’s not my style. I don’t chase pussy no matter how bad I might want to crawl between her thighs and impale her with my dick. Fuck her till the sun comes up. Fuck her till she knows her damn place. She’s made me look like a Goddamned idiot hitting me like that and causing such a motherfuckin’ scene. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, waiting for me to put the crazy bitch in line.
I let her go. To be honest I am about ready to pass the fuck out. Normally I wouldn’t stand for that shit. I don’t beat women, but if a woman is brave enough to think she can take me on I won’t get whaled on. I knock back another drink and light up another joint as the room spins around me.
“You okay?” Romeo is shaking my shoulder as I laugh at his two heads.
“Never fuckin’ better.” The last thing I see is the table top before my face plants onto it with a thud.
Chapter 5
Coming to the next morning, I feel like pure hell. My stomach lurches when I try to rise from my bed. I look down and my shirt is stained with blood. The site of the blood jogs my memory and I remember Red breaking Betty’s nose. Jailbait’s death. It all comes rushing back, giving me a headache. I can hear the TV going in the living room and the smell of coffee is enough to send me running. After praying to the porcelain throne for ten minutes I emerge from the bathroom to find Foxie and Red sitting at the kitchen counter talking in hushed whispers. My ears are burning. I know they are talking about me. I clear my throat alerting them to my presence.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Foxie excuses herself, leaving Red and me in an awkward silence.
Getting a beer from the fridge, I’m hoping the hair of the dog will cure my stomach, but to be honest I am feeling sicker from how I treated Red yesterday. I take a swig as she takes a guarded sip of her coffee. She wants to speak but isn’t sure what to say from what I can gather. I feel rough as fucking hell and don’t know what to say to her either, so I go with honesty. “Red, I don’t know what to say…I’m sorry seems so insignificant.”
Holding a hand up, she cuts me off. “No need to apologize. I know what kind of life you live. You seem to forget I lived with the Devils Rejects for three long hard years. You saved my life, Grim. I am in your debt. You risked your life for mine. You lost a friend trying to get my daughter for me...you made a deal with the devil for me.” She pauses and smirks. “I’m not sorry I broke that cum guzzler’s nose. The nasty whore deserved it.” Damn, I love that hot temper she has, fucking red headed witch.
I don’t deserve her, but I tell her straight up how I am feeling in this moment. “I don’t want you to leave, but I won’t ask you to stay. What are you going to do now?” I rub my face with my hands when she blankly stares at me. I need a shower, so I leave her sitting at the counter to think on her options.
Scrubbing the filth of the past few days from my body is easy, but my mind is another story. When I step out of the shower, Red is sitting on the toilet. She appears so broken and lost as she glances up at me. I can see the indecision on her face. Her brows are drawn in and her lips turned down as she twists her fingers together in her lap. “I don’t want to walk away from whatever this is. I just don’t know what we are doing, Grim, but the thought of never seeing you again tears me apart inside. I feel at peace when I am near you. These feelings between us, I can’t escape them any easier than either of us can escape our pasts. Somehow, you have become a part of me. This is all so fast—you and me, but after the hell I have been through life owes me something good. I want you to be that something.”
Water drips down my chest and onto the floor as I reach for a towel off the rack. “Baby, I don’t know what you want from me. I’m a prick. I’m not an easy man to love. I like things the way I like them, and I hurt anyone who gets close to me, always have, and always will. It’s in my nature. I hurt people. I’ve already hurt you and you’ve been with me for one fucking day.”
“Jack, I know you have things that haunt you the same as I do. We don’t know anything about each other, but I can be a good listener. I don’t know what it is about you For some reason unknown to me I just know that I belong with you.” She smiles wistfully. “You have a beautiful heart. You just don’t see it right now. We could have it all or nothing. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Sarah will always be my daughter, and one day I’ll get her back. Until then she’ll always be in here.” Her palm goes to her heart. “You risked everything for me. I could be your woman. A woman who is worthy of risking it all for if you’ll still have me. If you still want me to stay…I’d like to get to know you. Find out what in the hell that is that keeps drawing me to you.”
“Fuck, Red. What are you doing to me?” I grab her by her hair forcefully and shove my tongue so deep down her throat I can taste this morning’s coffee. Today I’m going to love her for what it’s worth. At least for however long it lasts. We both know that Hook isn’t going to let this shit go. We both know he will come for her—both of us. Me and him have had a score to settle for years.
If I could go back to that day, I’d like to say I’d change it all and do the right thing, but I can’t. I was so far in with her. I didn’t stand a chance. I was under her spell and there was no escaping our destiny. It had already been written and there is no fighting fate.
Fisting her hair, I can’t get close enough to her. I need her now...want to feel her so deep inside. Her red hair is knotted in my fingers. She returns my desire with urgent kisses. Her breasts are smashed against my wet torso and her hands are wrapped around my neck. Violently I strip her bare. I want all of her, I want her raw...body, mind, and soul. I walk her forward until her back hits the door. She almost matches me in height. Hooking one leg around my waist, taking my cock by her hand she guides me inside her tight slit.
“Fuck me, Grim. I don’t want nice and slow right now, I want it fast and hard. I want to feel you in me, I want you to take this pussy and make it yours. Own me, Grim, all of me. Possess me like I’m your favorite girl and you’ll never see me again.”
Little did she know she already owned all of me, I just wasn’t ready to accept it.
My dick slides into her pussy, it wraps around my cock like a velvet glove. I fuck her hard and fast just like she wants. Her body counters mine, meeting every single thrust. Banging her against the door, the wood is starting to splinter, but I can’t stop. My need to get off is far too great. I can feel her sweetness coating my dick as her pleasure takes her over the edge and I follow suit. I fuck her so hard against the door until I cum that we break the damn thing off the hinges. We go toppling out into the hall with the smashed door.
“You got your way this time, Red, but I am going to take you nice and slow, soon. I’ll have one of the potentials fix the door later.” I rise up off her and make sure she wasn’t hurt in our fall. “As much as I like having you naked, we need to get you some clothes. I don’t want you going into town, so write down your sizes and I’ll send one of the girls after some things for you, and I won’t take no for an answer.” I don’t want to chance her going out in the open, Hook will still be gunning for her, now more than ever.
“Just promise me one thing...” She is leaned up against the wall in the hallway naked, breathtakingly beautiful, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t ask Betty, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me.” She grins at me with a sexy grin, a grin I could get used to seeing a lot more of in my life.
“You know what? Fuck it. Throw something on. We’ll take a ride to West Vi
rginia.”
Her eyes brighten. “Seriously?”
“Let’s do it. I could use a day away and no one will even miss us.”
**
This is exactly what we needed. To get away from all the shit back in Drag Creek. To leave all the bad behind even if it is only for a few hours. We cross the state line into West Virginia away from Hook’s reach and club politics. First stop is to get her a few things to do her until I have her car running and don’t have to worry about her safety as much. Though I could always put one of my brothers on watch duty when I’m not around to do it myself. Taking Red’s hand in mine we enter a place I refer to as Hell Mart. Don’t usually do much shopping myself. There’s always a potential or clubwhore around to do it for me. Red grabs a blue basket with her free hand, and we walk around the store ignoring all the judgmental stares. I know what regular folk think when they see all my tattoos and scars. Thing is though whatever they are thinking the truth is probably much worse. Little kids hide behind their momma’s skirts, but oddly enough babies seem to like me. I just don’t like them. They make me nervous. Of all the things for a man like me to be freaked out by I know it sounds funny. I’m eager to get the fuck outta here. I hate crowds. I hate people in general.
“You ready to go yet, woman?”
Smiling up at me she says, “Nope.” I shoot her a dark expression and she laughs. “Just fucking with you. I am hungry though.”
“We’ll get something down the road.”
Something down the road ends up being a pizza and a six-pack of beer that we walk to a nearby park to eat and drink. There’s a music festival happening down on the river. Live music, greasy food, cheap beer, and a beautiful woman. What more could an outlaw ask for? Red sways to the music as we walk through the crowd to find us a spot that’s a little more private behind some trees.
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