Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  Tears burn in my eyes, threatening to fall down my face, but it seems the harder I try not to cry the more he enjoys my fear. “Now if I let go of your mouth, you got to promise me you’ll keep quiet, ye hear me.” I nod into his hand. “If you scream, I will hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. I just want to make you feel good.” My tears stop, and I accept my fate. His hands begin wandering my small body, and I retreat within myself and begin to sing...

  One two Grim is coming for you, three four had better lock the door, five six had better tuck you in tight, seven eight never mind it is too late...

  Squirrel continues to come into my room almost every night for the next three years. He threatens to kill Betty if I dare to say a word. I don’t doubt that he would so I keep my mouth shut like the good girl that I am...

  Part 2

  Chapter 10

  Drag Creek Kentucky

  Grim

  Tonight calls for a celebration. I just returned home after another six months on the road. The past three years have been the same—me on the road searching for Sarah, and life at the Roadhouse moving on without me, while I am stuck being haunted by the past. Baby is in middle school and hates me now more than ever. Can’t rightly blame the kid, I have become a stranger to her. And with each passing year, she turns more into the spitting image of her mother. Seeing her is so damn hard and having to face Foxie after breaking her heart repeatedly is even harder. Her and Slim have officially separated, and I think a part of her has hoped that I would step up and claim her, but it ain’t going to happen. They are still legally wed. She isn’t going to give up her title as the Prez’s old lady to Wild Cherry without another man ready and waiting to claim her.

  Slim lives in the clubhouse with Wild Cherry while Foxie stays out of the way. She no longer helps run the Roadhouse. Instead she has gone into business with LL running a whorehouse for the club. I hate seeing Foxie whore herself but there isn’t a thing I can do about it.

  I am so damn tired of this never-ending cycle. It’s time for me to give up the search for Sarah. The girl is nearly sixteen years of age by now. Won’t be long till Baby will be in high school herself. I have to accept the fact that I have let Red down and broken my promise to her. The time has come for me to do what I should have been doing all these years—raising my girl and being a father. I don’t like the thought of Foxie’s lifestyle influencing Baby. The Fox’s Den is not a place I ever want to see my daughter. Foxie swears that she only works there during the day when the kids are at school, but fuck, Rebel and Striker are about to graduate. She can’t tell me those fucks don’t know what goes on around here. That is another thing I don't like. Them boys spend so much time alone with Baby. I know what goes through a guy’s mind at their age. I don’t care if they treat Baby like their sister. The fact that she isn’t their blood is all the proof I need to make sure I keep her away from them now.

  After I clean up, I ride over to the cabin to see Romeo and LL. They just had their first child not to long ago.

  “Don’t know how you do it, man. I could never let my old lady work in a whorehouse.” Their new baby girl is swinging in one of those baby contraptions, looking so content.

  “Easy, brother. She doesn’t take any clients. She just runs the shit, and it’s good fucking paper.”

  “I hear you. How’s things around here?” I cross the room and take a seat in the rocking chair closest to the door. Romeo has done good for himself. He and LL seem real happy. They fixed the cabin up real nice. Never would know they run a moonshine distillery out of the basement. Looks like any other fishermen’s cabin turned home.

  “Shit has been good. Things are running smoothly. Slim seems to have calmed down without you in his ear trying to run shit from the sidelines.” Romeo winks. I know he is just giving me shit. Slim and me settled our issues after I returned from Chicago. We had a sit-down meeting. He put all of his cards on the table. He explained that he hooked the Disciples up with the Rejects to get Hook off our back. He said it was the only choice he had at the time, other than a bloody brawl over territory and money. I understand now that he was acting on the best interest for the club.

  “I need your help with something.” It is the real reason I really drove over here. I wanted to see the kid, but I need help getting Baby away from Foxie and her boys.

  “Name it. You know I always got your back, Grim.”

  “Need you to hire Baby to help with your kid. Tell her you and LL need a sitter. I want to get her away from spending so much time with those hellcats of Foxie and Slim’s.”

  “No doubt, brother. Baby is growing up fast, and she sure is attached to them boys. I’ll do what I can. They are over here a lot though. Helping me and learning the business. I’ll do my best to keep them busy. Are you home for good now?”

  “Hope so, man. I sure hope so.”

  **

  “Baby, I’m back for good. I want you to move home with me. We can redo your room. I will paint it any color you like. Just tell me what ye want and I’ll get it.”

  “Just don’t expect me to call you dad.” She gives me a half smile, and it causes a faint hairline fracture in my dark heart. It feels as though I have blinked, and the past thirteen years have gone by in the amount of time it takes a person to close their eyes.

  "So show me to my room, so I can start designing it. But I’m not moving in until it’s finished, and I know you are really home.”

  “Fair enough.” I can’t really blame her, now can I. I haven’t been around much. But I am hoping to change that and make things right with her.

  “One more thing...” Baby is looking at me with a sneaky grin on her face.

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “You have to tell Foxie.”

  I groan. Fuck. I am not looking forward to having this conversation with her. Baby runs to her room laughing. She already knows I am in for an ass chewing.

  Peering in her doorway of her room, I ask, “Got a color in mind? We can take the truck to the hardware and get whatever you want.” Baby is spinning around in circles with her arms stretched out. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Getting a feel for the room. I’m waiting for it to tell me what it wants to be.” Kid is weird, but she’s mine. Must be the gypsy blood in her from her mother. Abruptly she stops twirling, and shouts, “Yellow. Lemonade yellow with pink and blue floral accents.”

  Sounds ugly to me but if that is what the kid wants, that’s what she will get. “Alright I’ll pull the truck around. You be making a list of what you think you will need.”

  Baby runs my ass all over town, buying pillows and lacey frilly stuff. Says she is going to redo every room in the trailer. Says it needs a woman’s touch.

  “What would you know about being a woman?” I tease her.

  “A lot more than you think, old man,” she retorts, about damn near giving me a heart attack.

  She pulls out a cell phone from her purse and asks me for my credit card, says she needs to order her bedding. I am more concerned with where she got that phone than giving her my card number. “Where’d the phone come from?”

  “Foxie.” she smiles and goes on about her business as if her having a phone is no big deal. Yeah Foxie and I are going to have a good talk.

  I treat Baby to dinner, and I have to admit it feels good to be spending time with her. Although all through dinner, she keeps checking that damn phone and giggling. She says it is a friend from school.

  I just hope it isn’t a damn boy.

  “This was fun, Grim. We should do it more often.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I can’t believe she opened up to me as much as she did. Usually the kid can’t get away from me fast enough. Maybe this is a turning point in our relationship. I find that for the first time in years it doesn’t hurt to look at her for the same reasons it used to. Before, when I would look at her, all I could see was her mother, but now I see my daughter, a daughter I have failed. But I am going to change that from here on out. I am going t
o step up and take care of my shit. No more running. No more chasing ghosts of the past.

  Baby helps me pack all of our purchases into the trailer. It looks like Martha Stewart threw up in my place. After getting her stuff into her room, I let her know I will get some of the guys started on painting her room this week. It will be a good job for some of the potentials.

  “Well, kid, it is gettin' late. Best be gettin' back to Foxie's. She is probably wonderin' where ye at.”

  **

  Foxie and her boys are having a late dinner when I walk Baby home. When we enter the trailer, they all greet Baby with such affection. I feel like an intruder watching them share an intimate moment through a looking glass. “Did you have a good time, sweetie?” Foxie tucks a strand of Baby’s red hair behind her ear and dotes on her, as a mother would do. “Are you hungry? The boys fixed tacos.”

  “No. Grim took me out to that Mexican place out on the freeway.” Baby smiles and excuses herself to go shower while the boys clear out the dining area and go off to their rooms, leaving me alone with Foxie.

  “So you’re back.” Foxie is looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. Fuck. I thought she was over this shit.

  “So, um Baby is going to move home with me.”

  She is startled, by my words, guess that wasn’t what she was expecting to hear. “Is that really such a good idea. I mean I know you are her father, but Baby’s home is here with me and the boys.”

  “She’s my daughter, and while I appreciate everything you have done—I do, but it’s time. Baby wants to live with me.”

  Foxie is clutching her chest in a dramatic fashion. “Well if that’s what she wants, but don’t you set her hopes up only to bring her disappointments. Don’t you hurt her, Grim,” she warns me, taking a step towards me. “You’re real good at cutting a woman right to the bone and bleeding her dry.”

  I step closer to her. “I never fuckin' led you on. I was always real with you. Never promised you a damn thing.” I wipe the mascara that is running down her face with my rough fingers and she shudders. Her delicate red manicured fingers reach out and trace the tattoo I got when I claimed Red.

  “I miss her. Red...she was the bestest friend I ever had, and I hardly even knew her.” Her expression goes from sad to angry. “I hate you, Grim. I hate you so fucking much. All a woman needs is to be desired and shown a little attention. You gave me a taste of you and it’s not fucking fair. You have always been right out of reach. Like a dream floating so close to my heart, but I can’t seem to hold on to you. You hurt me, Grim. You broke my heart more times than I can count. Don’t hurt Baby.” Foxie is crying and part of me feels bad. I wrap her in my arms to rub soothing circles on her back.

  I place a kiss on her forehead. she looks up at me, and I can see the hurt in her eyes. I can see the years of heartache, brought on by the men in her life. Tilting her chin up further with my thumb, I place a soft kiss against her tear stained lips. “I'm sorry, Foxie. I care about you, but I don’t love you the way you deserve to be loved. I can’t be that man for you. But I am going to be her dad.”

  “Am I interrupting.” Slim clears his throat and walks into the house without knocking. He takes a long hard look at Foxie and me as if he is trying to fit together the pieces of a puzzle.

  “No.” Foxie steps back from me dropping her arms from my waist and wiping the tears from her eyes. “Grim here has come to take his girl back.” Slim nods in understanding, he knows Foxie and Baby have a special bond. I just hope he didn't see our embrace and get the wrong idea. I am sure he has had his suspicions about the nature of my relationship with his wife, but he has never manned up and asked me. I look down the hallway and see Baby watching us. Foxie notices her and excuses herself.

  Chapter 11

  “Walk with me, brother. we need to talk.” Slim isn’t asking. I guess it is time we put all of our shit to rest. We start walking down the backside of the trailers along the edge of the woods. The moon is full, and the critters are silent. Slim lights up a joint and we continue walking in silence while he works out whatever shit he has running through his head. “You fuckin’ my wife?” He goes straight for the jugular.

  “No. Not currently, but I have fucked her.” There’s no sense in lying about what he already knows to be true. I owe him the respect of being honest and upfront. Slim stops walking and I turn back to see what he is doing when a hard punch hits me square in the jaw.

  “Fuck!” Slim starts shaking his hand and flexing his fingers. “Been a long time since I have hit anyone.” He smiles at me, and I know we are going to be okay.

  “That’s what happens when you are at the head of the table, motherfucker’s get lazy.” I wipe the blood from my lip. He passes me the joint he was smoking and pats me on the back.

  “Glad you’re home, man.” We walk in silence to the Roadhouse and share a couple jars of shine. Feels like old times and it feels good to be home for good.

  **

  Wild Cherry and a few of the girls from the Fox's Den greet Slim and me. There is already a party going in honor of my homecoming. Slim takes off with Wild Cherry wrapped around him. Damn, everyone came out for me tonight, even Skull drug his old ass out tonight. That motherfucker never leaves his house these days.

  I join Skull at the bar for a beer. “Got something to talk to you about, boy.”

  “What’s up, old timer?”

  He sighs deeply and I get the feeling this isn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

  With his gruff voice he leans over and speaks in a barely there whisper, “Can't talk here, I’ll call you when I’m ready.” He gets up and pats me on the back of my cut. “Good to see ye, boy.”

  That was strange, but Skull has never been the most normal either. I brush off my concerns and set my eyes on a blonde chick playing pool with Stone and Blaze. I stare her down, my eyes roam over her low-cut blouse that gives a peek at her natural tits. Fake ones don’t jiggle like that. Her jean skirt is short enough that if she had any hair left on her pussy, I would be able to see it from here at the bar. She’s wearing a pair of black heels that I wouldn't mind feeling with her legs wrapped around me digging in my back, wearing nothing but those shoes.

  She feels my stare and blushes before licking her lips and returning my smile. Blaze follows her line of sight and shoots me the finger. Motherfucker knows if I want a piece of ass, I get it. Blondie runs her hands through her short locks and gives me a wink before she takes the next shot. Stone takes up the seat next to me at the bar. “That fine ass over there is called Sunshine. LL and Foxie recruited her for the Fox’s Den. She comes at top dollar. She might be too rich for your blood.”

  “Brother, I don’t pay for pussy. She will come to me just wait and see. They always do.”

  “Not this time. Blaze has been chasing her panties for a few months now and hasn’t gotten no damn where.” Stone takes a swig from his mason jar full of apple pie moonshine.

  “Stone, that’s because Blaze is a boy. I’m a man. I don’t chase pussy. It chases me. Sooner you learn that that faster you’ll get laid.” I leave him sitting and trying to figure out how in the hell to get pussy to come to him and start throwing darts and ignoring Sunshine.

  It’s only a few minutes before she is falling over herself to make my acquaintance. “Not seen you around here before. Grim is it?” She licks her lips wetting them before biting her bottom one and nibbling on it seductively. “Name’s Sunshine.” She holds her hand out to me.

  I take a hold of her and pull her flush against me, cupping her bare ass with my palm. I lick her bottom lip. “Sunshine, I’ve been on the road for a long motherfuckin’ time. I'm horny. You taste sweet. I say we go to my room and see if you can brighten my day.”

  I can hear Blaze cursing my name as I throw Sunshine over my shoulder, while she laughs in my ear. I unlock the door to my room upstairs at the Roadhouse after I put Sunshine back on two legs and my room is clean. Fucking Foxie must have been in here when she learned I was coming home
. Her and Slim are the only people with a master set of keys to every room in this building.

  “Why do they call you Sunshine?” I place a kiss on her neck and run my hands along her silky thighs.

  “My momma named me Sunshine. Said I was the only light in her darkest of days.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her tongue travels across the outline of my lips. She laughs when my beard tickles her sensitive skin. Something is different about this girl. I can’t place my finger on it, but she doesn’t get under my skin like most of the whores I fuck. Sunshine is real sweet for a girl who has been through some of the things she has been. Says she was pregnant and homeless at fifteen. Gave her baby up for adoption, and now here she is with me, and working at the Fox’s Den at the age of twenty-five.

  “Well I like your name, sweetheart, it suits you.” Sunshine seems to have a light that is just bursting out from her. She is the happiest person I have ever met. She takes a rubber band off my table and pulls her hair into a small ponytail. Without a word, she begins removing her clothes, and I follow her lead and take mine off as well. Her body is banging but that is not what is drawing me to her. As I said she just emits happiness into the air, and I can't help but be entranced by it. She is standing before me in all of her naked glory and I her. We stand face to face looking over one another and I can't explain the energy that is buzzing around us. She is looking at all of my teardrop tattoos with adoration. I swear she is staring straight into my soul with her grey blue eyes. I cup her jaw with the palm of my rough calloused hand, she leans up on her tiptoes, and her mouth melts into mine. My hands travel down her naked torso, fuck her skin is smooth.

  The sensation that shoots through me when she kisses me about steals my breath away. It’s that feeling I haven’t felt since I was with Red. It terrifies me and excites me all in the same. All I know is I don't want to lose this feeling. “Fuck, Sunshine, you make me feel things I haven’t felt in years.” I run my tongue across her lips, and she sucks the end of my tongue into her mouth so tenderly.