by Amo Jones
“I’m going to call Phoebe to let her know what’s happening, and to get her to bring our girl down,” I say to Vicky. She smiles her beautiful smile at me.
“That sounds perfect.”
We are all still sitting in Vicky’s room with her, when Phoebe slams through the doors with Pipper on her hip.
“Oh my god, thank god you are okay! Jesus Vicky, you scared the shit out of me.” I walk over to her and take hold of Pipper while doing the introductions to Vicky’s family; I forgot that they hadn’t met Phoebe. Alaina looks down to Vicky, and then looks to Ade briefly.
“Should I call Kalie? Let her know what has happened?” I see Ade flinch at the mention of her name. Vicky shakes her head.
“No, there’s no point now. She will just flip out and drive down here. I’ll let her know next time I see her.”
Our daughter
After everyone leaves, I sit next to Vicky, with Pipper on my lap.
“You okay baby?” I ask, taking her hand in mine.
“I’m okay, I’ll be fine. Just promise me Blake, promise me you want this for the long run.”
I look to her, squeezing her hand lightly. “Baby, I am not going anywhere, you are it for me. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” She smiles, then looks down to Pipper with her hands out. “Come here, Princess.” I hand Pipper to her, and sit back and watch as Vicky plays with our daughter. Our daughter. My family unit was so small before I met Vicky; now I feel as though it has expanded overnight. My club and my sister will always be my family, but these girls right here? They are my reason for living.
I need to marry this girl.
Four months later
Vicky
“Blake, she’s walking along furniture, look!” I say to him as I point proudly at my little cub.
“Come here my princess, come to daddy!” Blake says while kneeling on the ground, trying to get her to walk to him.
“Blake, she is 8 months old, not one year old. She can’t walk yet,” I say, rolling my eyes. The door bursts open, with Zane, Ade, Felix, Harvey, Chad, Ollie, Phoebe and Alaina walking in.
“Come to your favourite uncle, Pumpkin,” Ade says, getting down next to her on the floor. Ade is an amazing uncle, as they all are. I look over to Phoebe.
“Are you all settled?” I ask her. Phoebe has just moved to West Beach to continue her work from here; she decided she wanted to be closer to family, and her boss loves her that much that she decided Phoebe could fly in and fly out every week.
“I am all settled, thank you for all the help,” she says appreciatively to both Alaina and I.
“No problem, baby girl!” Alaina replies as she lies down on the floor next to her goddaughter, beginning to play with her and Ade. I see Zane walk over to them possessively. I roll my eyes, because some shit never changes.
“So, are we doing a BBQ at the clubhouse tonight?” I ask everyone.
“Yep, sure are. Should we head down now and get started on prepping everything?” Alaina asks Phoebe and me. We both agree, and once we pack up a bag for Pipper, we make our way to the clubhouse; leaving the men to sort out their business that they have to sort every day.
Since Blake and I have been together, we decided to keep Sinsation. With Corrin in prison, it was automatically handed over to Blake, who; as turns out, owned 51% of the club; as opposed to her 49%. Me and Pippa moved into Blake’s house after I made him kid proof the entire section, and while he was doing that, he decided to turn his whole back yard into the ultimate kid area; complete with a playground and tree houses scattered all over the yard like little hobbit homes. I also run the books for Blake’s construction company, which takes up a lot of my time; it is a huge company, with over fifty employees. Yeah, full time.
Blake and I are doing really well; he tells me what I want to know with the club, but other than that, he tries his best to keep me out of all the bad shit. Because we have a daughter, he has more to lose; so he makes sure she is kept under wraps for the most part. But the club is my family, and right now, I could not be happier.
Once we get to the clubhouse, we unpack everything out of the trunk and make our way into the kitchen area. I start to make up the cheesecake mix, while one of the prospects takes Pipper over to the playground to keep her busy. After we have done everything, all three of us make our way upstairs to get changed and ready for the night.
Coming back downstairs, I take Pipper back off Trevor and go to sit by Blake.
“Here are my girls,” he says, getting up and kissing us both, me on the lips, and Pipper on the forehead. “I want you to meet someone,” he points down to a beautiful woman with dyed red hair and bright blue eyes. Wow, she is really stunning. “This is Abby, you’ve heard about her.” I nod my head and reach over to shake her hand.
“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” I say as I sit down next to Blake.
“Nice to meet you too, and who is this beautiful girl?” she asks, holding her hands out to Pipper. I automatically hand her over, and I see Pipper loves her instantly; I smile at the sight in front of me. I look over to Phoebe, who is sitting right next to her brother; although she is 21, Blake will not let her out of his sight.
“Blake, let Phoebe go and socialise, for fuck sake,” I whisper into his ear.
“No, fuck that. She attracts trouble, and there is a whole lot of trouble for her here,” he says, taking a drink of his beer. I mouth the word “sorry” to Phoebe. In her defence, I don’t think the girl is into bikers; she has had a rough run as far as bikers go, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has gone off them all together. Her phone rings, and a Spinal Tap song starts blaring from it. I see her quickly shut it off, before looking over to see a questioning look from Blake.
“Oh for fuck sake Blake, drop it,” she says to him, before getting up to get herself another drink. I laugh around the rim of my glass at him. Overbearing animal. I look over to Zane and Alaina sitting opposite us on the picnic table, as they make out all over the place.
“Oh, come on. Really? Can’t you two wait until you get home?” I sigh. Alaina laughs against Zane’s mouth. “We have an announcement to make,” she smiles shyly at everyone. I start to get excited at the possibility of what this may mean.
“We’re pregnant!” she burst out, rubbing her tummy. I jump up and clap excitedly.
“Oh my gosh, this is so amazing!” I pull her into a hug, and then let her go so everyone else can congratulate her, too. I know how long she and Zane have been trying for; they are going to make amazing parents.
~*~
We are on our way home when Blake pulls up to the main beach and shuts off the truck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, looking around at the dark beach. He opens his door and makes his way around to my side, pulling me out like a baby.
“Put this on,” he says, pulling out the same lace blindfold from one of our first nights together, before picking me back up again. I laugh.
“Oh no way homeboy, I’m a mama now. I can’t roll like that anymore.”
He pulls it over my eyes, squeezing my ass under his grasp. “There is no way in hell I would let that shit go down again, come on,” he says to me, as he continues walking me down to the beach.
“Blake! Pipper can’t stay in there on her own!” I yell to him, beginning to wonder what the hell he is thinking, leaving our baby in the truck on her own.
“She’s not there alone, babe,” he replies smoothly, making me peek under the blindfold to glance back to the truck over his shoulder. I see everyone standing there watching, with Alaina holding Pipper.
“Blake?” I ask him, confused. What just happened, how did we go from ‘family BBQ’ to random late night walks on the beach? When he places me down, he walks behind me and removes my blindfold. When I look down, my hands fly up to my mouth in shock.
“Oh my god!” I can feel tears prick the side of my eyes. I am standing in front of three giant heart shaped tea lights, all inside each other.
&nbs
p; “It was the day after your party that I came down here to clear my head; it was that day, in this very spot, that I realised I was in love with you. The big heart is mine, guarding yours and Pipper’s, who are in the middle. I will always protect you two; you are both my world, and I want to spend the rest of my fucking life showing you that. You are my Queen, Vicky; you have owned my heart since day one.” He smirks and drops to one knee. “Will you marry me, baby?” At this point, tears are streaming down my face at fast speeds.
I nod my head up and down. “Yes. Yes!”
He places the ring on my finger and grabs onto the back of my legs, swinging my body over his shoulder, and runs me into the warm water.
“Blake!” I pout at him once I have come up for air.
“Oh, don’t pout baby,” he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, before kissing me gently. I look into his eyes; his hair is all wet and messy. This sexy man is going to be my husband. And with that, I can finally be his happily ever after.
The End
Continue reading for a preview of Tainted Love, Kalie and Ade’s story
Preview of “Tainted Love” (Sinful souls MC #3) coming October 1st ’15.
Kalie
I have always loved my job, who wouldn’t? Being a professional dancer has its benefits; the only downside is that I have never been able to set down roots, because I am constantly either in Hollywood or in Corando. I have currently finished shooting a music video for some drop kick, wannabe player who thinks his dancers are his personal escorts, when I’m heading back to my apartment in the Hills. I currently live with my best friend Carter; he is amazing and so easy to live with, apart from his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and his need to bring different men home all the time. Yep, you guessed it; Carter is gay.
I walk in, pulling my headphones out of my ear; I’m listening to R-Kelly’s song “Cookie” because my next project is choreographing a dance to a version to this song. I throw my jacket onto the counter.
“Carter?” I yell out, while checking the fridge for food. I walk into the lounge with last night’s cold Chinese food in my hand; cold food always tastes nicer than hot food. I see Carter coming down the hallway.
“How’s it going, baby girl?” he asks, pulling me in for a hug. I hear shuffling around come from his bedroom.
I look to him, “Again? God Carter, it is going to fall off soon, you use it that much.” He laughs at my comment, stealing some of my food.
“Mmm hmmm baby girl, not all of us can only have sex once.” I lick my lips and smile at his comment, not because he is funny, because he is not, but because it reminds me of Ade. Ade was my one random night of sex one night two years ago, and he ruined me; I haven’t been able to go anywhere near sex since. I date, yes; but they all eventually leave when they discover that I am not interested in having sex with them.
“Carter!” I scold him. “Do you even know this one’s name?” I ask, as he walks behind me to head back into the kitchen.
“No,” he answers directly, as he flicks his blonde, perfectly styled hair back across his forehead. When we first met, I used to call him JB, because his hair looked as if Justin Beiber’s hair stylist had styled it.
“Oh well, I hope you wash it twice a day, just sayin’.” He spits his drink out and looks at me.
“Kalie Rose! That is not something I expected to hear coming out of your mouth.” I laugh while I head over to join him the kitchen. “You got some mail today, in the top draw,” he points; as he pops open a bottle of champagne. I open the draw and see a silver envelope, with my name in cursive writing on the front. I look up to Carter and he is looking at me, waiting for me to open it. I bite my lip and rip it open. A whole lot of confetti spills out everywhere, with a simple card:
Will you be my bridesmaid?
Xo - Vicky.
“Fuck,” I say a little too loud, and put it on the bench. Carter walks over to me and picks up the card. When he sees it, he starts laughing under his breath. “Oh baby girl,” he says, pulling me under his arm.
I walk back into my room, strip my clothes off, and get in between my sheets. I close my eyes and relive a crazy night, two years ago…
Two years ago:
Kalie
I’m blasting Beyoncé’s “7/11” as I zoom off onto the high way. I have a massive love for music of all kinds; but in my line of work, I guess I hear more hip-hop than anything else. I’m ready to get out of Hollywood for a lifetime, after my boyfriend of two years dumped me for being a virgin. I guess he was sick of trying; can’t say I blame him to be honest. So right now, I am driving to my family house in Coronado to meet my best friend, Vicky. I haven’t seen her in a few months, but whenever I do, it’s as though nothing has changed; that shows true friendship. Singing along, with my long light brown hair flowing freely behind me, I feel like getting a little wild. I have always been the good girl, the innocent one, I feel as though I need to be exposed; I feel like I need to be unleashed, I feel like I need to be— tainted.
I pull up to my family home and make my way inside. I spend some weekends here, usually when I felt the need to get away from Trevor. As soon as I walk in, I get a text from Vicky:
Vicky: Are you almost ready? I can come over in ten.
Me: ready when you are ;)
And boy, am I ready. I need to let loose, and there is no one better for that job than Vicky Abrahams.
We walk into the local bar, and I see Vicky stop briefly to look at a large group of men in the corner. I think nothing of it; I have never been one that likes to be the centre of attention, and I have never really paid attention to what is going on around me. Not a smart trait to have, when I think about it.
“Okay, so now that we have established my known innocence, can we move on to drinking more?” I say to Vicky, as I throw back my… I have lost count of how many drinks I’ve had, but I am starting to feel the effects from the alcohol. We pull each other up off the barstools, dancing and laughing our way over to the dance floor. I glance quickly over to the table in the corner, and see that all eyes are on us. Weird, I think to myself, before going back to doing my own thing. It doesn’t feel like long before a hot guy with dark blonde hair comes over and starts to chat up Vicky. Actually, scratch that, he is not just “hot”, he is sexy, I guess, in a way. After he pulls us over to his table, I look around and try to pull my eyes into check. I can’t help but feel as though I have a set of eyes on me at all times.
Once I meet the eyes of one of the guys who is sitting at the table opposite me, it confirms my suspicions. Holy shit, I think to myself. He is out of this world good looking. He has a square defined jaw, and tattoos running up his neck and down his arms. I can’t tell how tall he is from where I am sitting, but if I had to guess, I would say he would definitely be over 6ft; and he is huge, like Hulk smash muscle huge. He looks at me through bright blue eyes that are so blue, they could pass as contacts, and thick lashes. I draw my eyes down to his piercings. He has one nose ring and two lip rings sitting next to each other; and just as I am looking at his lips, I see his tongue draw out and lick across his lower lip, showing me a tongue piercing also. I can’t deal with how hot this man is; I can’t even put together the words that could justify him. I would say he could be a model, but when you feel the energy that surrounds him and how he holds himself, you just know there is not a model like bone in his sexy body. Before I know it, I notice I have been staring a little too long, and I’m feeling that familiar pull that I feel deep in my belly. Because I have felt it, I have just never been interested in giving it away, until now, that is.
I drag my hungry eyes away from him before I embarrass myself. There is no way this man would ever be interested in me. I am not experienced enough for him, and so, I drink more. I see in the corner of my eye that Vicky and Blake are all over each other, and I roll my eyes to myself. She doesn’t waste time at all. Then I realise I’m just being jealous, so I drink some more. Suddenly Vicky comes down to my level.
“Do you want
to come?” she whispers into my ear. I look to her, feeling a little confused. I don’t want to go yet, especially if I’m going to be third wheeling it.
“Where?” I ask; feeling like my plan to get rowdy is stepping into desperate territory. Blake pulls his face down between Vicky’s and mine. I look into his lazy eyes, and my god, this man has “player” written all over his face. He simply replies, “On Vicky’s face.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I almost laugh at his crass mouth; I see Vicky’s eyes roll to the back of her head. I take a second glance to the sexy beast sitting opposite me, only to see an almost naked skank spread out across his lap. Gross. I look back at Blake.
“Okay.”
Walking into the hotel, Vicky tries to give me a pep talk; but I want to do this. There’s obviously nothing with Vicky, but I want to with Blake, just for fun; I promised myself a good time, and that is what is going to happen… I hope.
Ade
Dirt, that is all I am fucking thinking, while this slut’s tongue is down my throat. Why did I do it? The feelings Kalie were giving me had me feeling fucked up. What I do for this club had me shutting my feelings off a long time ago. Below my Vice President and 1% patch, is a crossbones patch, which basically means that I do the majority of the dirty work when it comes to our enemies. Am I proud of my kills? No. But do I care? Fuck no, and that’s why I needed a distraction from those fucking alluring green eyes. They pulled me in, hook, line and sinker. I could feel the ice that surrounds me melt just with her stare, and that scared the fucking shit out of me. Pushing the slut off my lap with force, so that she tumbles to the ground, I look up to Zane; noticing a knowing look in his eyes. “What?” I spit at him.
He smirks, “Oh nothing bruh, nothing at all,” as he tips his drink up to his mouth around a smile. I narrow my eyes at him, before noticing that Blake, Vicky and green eyes are gone.