“Hey, bud.”
“Papa Lo,” Jonas shouted. “Come look at my dad’s bike!”
Rigid kept his hand on Jonas until I made my way over to the bike. He nodded to me and headed back into the shop.
“You like it?” he asked me. He gripped the handlebars and beamed up at me. “I wanna go for a ride on it.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nodded his head. “Yes. Can we go now?”
I shook my head. “Not quite yet. But as soon as it’s done you and I will take it out.”
Jonas blew out a raspberry and pretended to drive the bike.
“You know this is yours right, bud?”
He looked up at me, shocked. “It is?”
I nodded my head. “It is. Your dad was one of my best friends and I know for a fact that if anyone would have his bike, that it would be you.”
Jonas nodded his head. “I miss him sometimes.”
I lifted Jonas from the bike and held him in my arms. “That’s okay, buddy. He was your dad. He loved you more than anything.”
“But sometimes I forget stuff.”
I sat down sideways on the bike with Jonas in my lap. “What kind of stuff do you forget?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just forget that I miss him.”
I ruffled his hair and laughed. “I don’t know if that makes sense, buddy.”
Jonas sighed. “I just… sometimes I forget about him and mama.”
Oh. “Listen, bud.” I turned him in my lap and looked down at him. “You’ll never forget your mom and dad. They’re always going to be in your heart and mind.”
“But… I have fun with you and Mama Meg.”
“That’s a good thing. That is what your mom and dad wanted when they said they wanted you to live with us if they couldn’t be here anymore.” I sighed and tried to think how to explain what Jonas was feeling. “How about this, bud? Your dad was my best friend. We were pretty alike. I think that’s why he wanted me and Meg to take care of you. He knew I would be the closest replacement to him so you won’t ever forget him.”
“Daddy wants me to like you and Meg?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. This was definitely going to have to be a conversation that we revisited at a later time. “He wants you to love us because we love you, Jonas. We don’t want to replace your mom and dad, but we want you to know that we’re going to be there for you just like they were there for you.”
Jonas looked at the handlebars. “I want to be just like my dad when I grow up.”
“Then that is exactly what you’re going to do.” I hugged Jonas tight. “I’m gonna be here every step of you becoming your dad, Jonas. From learning to ride a bicycle and driving this motorcycle for the first time. Hell, we’re gonna need new prospects for the club eventually too.”
“Just like dad,” Jonas whispered.
Some things Jonas didn’t quite get, but when it came to his dad, he knew just what he was. “Second generation, bud. You and the rest of the kids are the future of the club.” I had never really thought about it before, but all those kids were the future of the club.
Only God knew what was going to happen down the road, but I knew the Devil’s Knights weren’t going anywhere as long as we kept the brotherhood and the traditions of the club alive.
Long live the Devil’s Knights.
The End
This is the end of the road for the first generation of the Devil's Knights.
Lo, Rigid, and the rest of the club made the Knights what they are today.
Will the next generation bask and grow in the brotherhood, or will they buck tradition and forge their own path?
Devil’s Knights, 2nd Generation
Passing the Torch
May 29th, 2020
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Drop a Gear and Disappear
Kings of Vengeance MC
Book 1
Chapter One
Quinn
A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed…
“Come with me, baby.”
Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”
I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”
“But today is not that day, Quinn.”
“It’s Gear, baby.”
She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”
I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.
“Soon.”
“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”
“I do more than that.”
“Right,” she drawled.
At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”
She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like what are you going to do.”
I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.
Her eyes flared with desire.
I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.
The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.
During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.
I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”
She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.
She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.
My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”
She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking and start doing.”
I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”
“I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.
I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her
properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.
She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.
Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I put a hand on her hip and thrust deep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed out.
“Say my name.”
A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”
“Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”
She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sounds, I need your dick.”
I slowly pulled out then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”
She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.
She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”
She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.
With each thrust of my hips, she moaned my name.
My fingers dug into her hips as I held her still and drove into her. “Tell me again,” I grunted.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Gear.”
I felt her climax climbing and moved faster. “Play with yourself, baby.” I was going to come soon, and I wanted her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from me.
Her hand snaked between her legs. “Gear, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
While her fingers stroked her clit, my dick pounded her pussy.
“I’m…I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Gear…please.”
Her pussy contracted around my dick as her orgasm washed over her, and she ripped my release from me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Take it all, baby.”
She panted my name then buried her face in the pillow.
The final tremors rocked through me, and I fell onto the mattress next to her.
She dropped the rest of the way and partially rolled into me.
I threw an arm over her and pulled her close. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked again. “We could find a room at the clubhouse and find the time to do that all over again.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Or I could just stay here, eat some pizza, and sleep until you get home.”
“It’s gonna be late.” I didn’t expect to leave the clubhouse ‘til well into the morning.
“Just wake me up when you get home.”
She wasn’t going to budge on this. I had been a prospect for the club four months, and she refused to even step foot at the clubhouse. “One day, I’m going to get you to come to a party.”
She scoffed. “But that day is not today,” she laughed.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and rolled out of bed. She pulled the blanket over her body and turned onto her back. “You didn’t need to cover up.”
She rolled her eyes and fluffed the pillow under her head. “Last I checked, if you’re not in this bed, then you don’t have a say about what I’m wearing or doing.”
I grabbed the blanket and tugged it down her body ‘til I could see her tits. “Is that so?”
She grabbed the blanket to tug it up, but I didn’t let it go. “You’re gonna be late, Quinn,” she tried to reason.
“I’m already late, Kimber. My ass should have been on my bike half an hour ago, but your greedy pussy kept me in bed.”
She scooted down the bed and managed to get under the covers enough to conceal her body from me. “Well, this pussy is staying in bed cause I had a long day at work and since you just fucked me twice, I think a nap is needed before I order pizza.”
“A nap and pizza, huh?” That did seem like a good night, but the club couldn’t be put off. I let go of the blanket and bent to pick up my clothes. “Save me a slice, and don’t put fucking olives on it.”
She snuggled under the blanket and watched me get dressed. “How many people are going to be there tonight?”
This was the fourth large party the club had since I had started prospecting, and each one kept getting bigger than the last. “I think a shit-ton. I don’t get to sit in on the meetings, but Mud had mentioned another club was coming in for the night.”
“Still can’t believe the guy who is your sponsor goes by the name Mud.”
I shrugged on my shirt. “Baby, I told you road names can be anything. You should be happy and realize I was lucky to get a name like Gear and not Mud or Bug.” I pulled on my socks and then my pants.
She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled on my shoes. “But you don’t have to bust my balls about it all of the time,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she sighed. “I promise I’ll come to the next party with you. I just don’t want to go to one of these and then be left all alone because you have some obligation to grab someone a beer every five minutes.”
I stood up and turned to look down at her. “You’re really going to go to the next one?” I asked, surprised. I really didn’t think I was ever going to be able to get her to come to the clubhouse.
She nodded. “Only for you, though. I’m not interested in making friends with the other chicks.”
“They’re called ol’ ladies, Kimber,” I chuckled. “And I happen to know when the next party is.”
“Oh God,” she laughed. “I have time to look forward to dreading going.”
I shook my head. “You won’t have to wait long. Tomorrow night is another party.”
Her jaw dropped. “Wait…what?” she squawked. “I can’t…you didn’t…”
She knew there wasn’t a way in hell that I was going to let her go back on her promise of coming to the next party. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Get some rest, baby. You’re going to need it for the party tomorrow.”
I strutted out of the room and straight out of our apartment.
Kimber may not like the club, but she was going to start coming to these damn parties with me.
She had said she would, and I wasn’t going to let her go back on her word.
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