Fuckin’ coppers don’t give bikers any leeway whatsoever it seems. They’d let a little thug turn rat though and put him back out on his ass. It’s ‘my type’; they think we’re all hardened criminals. Stupid fuckin’ stereotypes again.
The house lights up and 2 Piece comes around the side looking a little more optimistic.
“Everything straight, brother?”
“Yeah.” He nods, “Come on, man, grab your shit and we can get situated.”
We each take our belongings making our way into the house. It’s not bad; I could imagine Sadie in this place. The walls are a light tan color, with older furnishings, kind of feminine. She deserves more though.
“You can take the room to the left. Restroom’s in the middle and the blankets are in the closet next to the bathroom. There won’t be no food, but help yourself to anything you find. I imagine Sadie’s put most everything in storage though.”
“All right, thanks.”
I head straight to the shower to scrub the wind and dirt off. I can’t wait to find this motherfucker and use some pent up anger and frustration out on him.
Once I’m clean again, I make my way to the room 2 gave me, getting some fresh clothes on and do a few small lines of coke to pick me up a little. Another reason why I don’t want the cops to pop me; I’d get busted for narcotics and that’s the last thing I want. We’re supposed to go out hunting tonight and I need to be ready and have some energy. It was a long-ass drive, but we stopped on the way and slept some. Now we need to take care of this guy and hurry back home.
I have so much to talk about with Sadie upon my return. That kiss was fucking insane and I haven’t stopped thinking of it since. I need to tell her that it can’t happen. I won’t disrupt and poison her and that kid’s life; I’ve already ruined my own family, and I’m not tryin’ to hurt no other babies. It would be best if we got it cleared up ASAP, even if I can’t stop imagining her and her taste.
There’s a rap on the door, and that’s my clue that 2 must be ready. Wrapping up my knife pouch tightly, I shove it into my back pocket. I usually use them when torturing someone, and I plan to do my fair share if we’re successful at finding this bitch, Ghost.
Grabbing my Glock, I check it over to make sure it’s ready to go and shove it in my side holster. I’ll happily kill this dude if he ain’t gonna man up and take care of Sadie baby and their kid. Ha! Their kid; he doesn’t even deserve that title. It’s a goddamn honor to be a father and so many take it for granted. They fuck around and push off what some men would fucking die for. What I would die for.
Daddy, come pway wif me...
I can’t right now, baby.
“Pwease! Do you wike my dolly?
I love you. Give your momma a kiss for me.
The conversation plays out in my mind, and like always, I feel as if I may lose it. Beating my palm against my head roughly a few times, I attempt to get her voice to quiet. I love hearing her, but I have to concentrate right now. I have to help Sadie. I can’t break right now, 2 Piece can’t see it, no one can. Fuck, I feel like I could puke and I didn’t bring any type of supplements with me.
He knocks again, “You good, man?”
“Yeah,” I call back and hit myself one last time, getting the voice to go away for the time being. Then I join him in the living area, keeping quiet. Hopefully he won’t notice any marks on my face where I hit myself, but even if he does, he’ll mind his own business and keep quiet.
“You ready?”
“Yep, what’s the plan?”
“I’ll hit up one of the local club VP’s that I’m cool with. He used to stop in the hardware store I worked at.”
“He know anything?”
“Not sure, brother. Gonna feel him out at the bar.”
“Good. I could use a cold beer after that ride.”
“Fuck yeah.” He locks the house up and we hop on the bikes, our pipes roaring loudly down the quiet older neighborhood of Spicy, California.
I don’t know who came up with that fuckin’ name; the town’s small and boring. The only other thing out here is like five different motorcycle clubs and a whole lot of drugs. I’m surprised that this was even the first biker Sadie got mixed up with. 2 Piece did a good job keepin’ her from turning into a whore for one of the clubs. I’m sure it’s a normal occupation for some of the younger girls out here.
We pull up to a building that looks to be made out of old boards and ready to fall apart. There’s a bright pink sign posted up, flashing ‘Piggy’s’. I back my bike in next to 2, across the way from the thirty or so other bikes in the lot. This is gonna be fun, walking into another club’s territory while wearin’ our cuts when the stupid fucks have been drinking for just who knows how long.
Our bikes quiet as we unload and I turn to 2 Piece and gesture to the sign. “The fuck’s this shit?”
He chuckles, “Just wait, brother.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll be surprised.” He grins and walks up the stairs. I follow behind, already dreading the outcome of this ordeal. I’m all for bigger women, but ‘Piggy’s’? Really?
We head through the old rickety door to find four raised platforms spread throughout the middle of the bar with some of the sexiest bitches I’ve ever fuckin’ seen, dancing like it’s their last dollar to ever be made. Surprised is a goddamn understatement. Clearly they keep the outside looking like shit because they spend the money on the inside.
“Our cuts, brother?” I question, as a few of the other clubs’ members turn to watch us. Normally you give a club a heads-up if you’re flying your colors through their territory.
“Naw, they’re a non-violent organization that welcomes others like them.”
“No shit?” My eyebrow raises and he nods wearing a smirk. Obviously he thinks it’s entertaining that I’m curious. I couldn’t imagine being in a non-violent club. Sometimes if a brother pisses me off enough, we need to just work shit out, and a fist to the face is the way to go on certain occasions. 2 Piece and I have been to that point many times.
A new song starts playing and the girls all start dancing together as one on their own poles and mother of God, I’ve been in many strip clubs in my lifetime but have never seen anything like it. The three bartenders climb on top of the bar, pouring water over their bodies and dancing right along with the other girls wearing their leather shorts and corset tops.
The entire inside of the bar is painted black with chrome everything. The girls dance under their own recessed pink and blue lights, with the platforms made of mirrors.
You. See. Everything. Everywhere.
No wonder there’s so many bikes out front; this place should be fucking worshipped. I’m not a dog by any means when it comes to females, but here’s a place where you can appreciate every asset of the female body without it being some seedy, junkie strip joint. I don’t know what’s up with the name, but I’m willing to look past it.
2 glances back at me, his smirk growing remarkably larger when he notices my expression. Stupid fucker.
“Yeah, fuck you for not telling me about this sooner,” I holler, and see his shoulders shake from laughing at me.
As we get closer to a table in the back surrounded by a few big guys, one of the dancers drops to the floor, popping her hips out, giving me a clear view of her pink center and my steps come to a halt. I am a man after all.
“Fuckin’-a brother,” 2 Piece utters in awe right beside me and smacks my shoulder. “Come on, man.” He catches me off guard as he keeps on walking. Back in the day, he’d be all over that shit, flashing them smiles or whatever to get laid. Glad to see Avery’s got his shit locked down.
The men stand once we make it to the table and one hugs 2, slapping him on his back and smiling.
“Ace, this is my brother, Twist.”
“Nice to meet you, man.” He holds his fist out and I bump it.
“’Sup.” Not used to someone being that friendly right o
ff the bat, but whatever.
He gestures to the two men beside him. “2 Piece and Twist, these are my brothers, Buffalo and Kinsley.”
I nod to them both, then we all take a seat. Their cuts say “Death Chasers MC” but why the name if they’re not violent? It doesn’t make sense, but not my shit to get into.
“Who else is here?” 2 nods and looks around.
“You have my brothers from Death Chasers; there are about five from Twisted Grit MC and a few from Cali Sinners MC. Their clubs are friendly and pay dues to use our bar. They won’t give you guys any grief.”
“You know any Iron Fists?”
Kinsley sits up a little straighter and Buffalo’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Depends.” Ace grumbles, the smile disappearing. “What are you hoping to find if I do?”
“I ain’t here for dope, man. One of the fuckers knocked my baby sister up then thought it’d be acceptable to pop smoke on her.”
“Fuck,” Buffalo mutters out and I nod.
“Sadie?” Ace’s mouth gapes and I almost growl. How the fuck does he know her name? Just who the fuck is he to her?
“Yep. I moved to Texas, and this fuck called Ghost shows up, claimin’ Sadie’s lying about the kid, knocks her around a little. I didn’t bring my club; I didn’t want to ‘cause too much of a rift this close to your territory, so we’re tryin’ to keep it low-key.”
“Appreciate that.” Ace nods and I rest my glare on him. This may be his territory and all, but why’s this fuck saying Sadie’s name like he’s got feelings and shit?
“How exactly you know Sunshine?” The words grumble out before I can think twice. 2’s gaze finds mine, a little surprised at hearing me speak.
Ace swallows and clears his throat. “Well, since 2 Piece is sittin’ right here, I guess there isn’t any sugar coating gonna happen.” 2 chuckles and I instantly hate this ass clown. Ace continues, “I met her at the hardware store she was working at, ran game past her for a little while, never knowing her brother also worked there, watching everything. One night, 2 Piece caught me out and about, broke my nose for talking to his baby sister, and since then we’ve been cool. I respected him for watching out for his family and backed off; he’s turned out to be a good friend and an ally when I’ve needed him.”
Nodding, my back unclenches from being ready to pounce. I have to get over this insane need to protect her like she’s my own bitch. When I noticed his expression about her though, all I could imagine was repeatedly driving a blade into his throat.
She ain’t mine, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like she should be after that damn kiss. She stole my fuckin’ breath away, and even Marissa didn’t do that. Stop comparing her; Marissa was everything.
My fist smashes down onto the table causing the glasses to clatter and the guys to look at me. They don’t say anything though as a scuffle breaks out by the door, and a mob of bikers rush over toward it, pulling the guys apart.
“VP, you gonna deal with it?” Kinsley probes, standing up.
“Yeah, I have to until Biggie gets back; this playin’ President shit sucks.”
2 Piece stands, also glancing down at me. “Come on, Twist, I wanna see what the fuck’s goin’ on.”
“Bet.”
I rise and head to the door, not waiting to see if anyone follows. I needed to walk around. Frankly, I’m fuckin’ sick of sitting there imagining killing the fuck in front of me and not being able to actually do it. I could give two shits who’s fighting, but maybe I can spin it and hit Ace once or twice. Some people may think I’m a dick, but well, yeah, I am a dick and don’t care who thinks so.
We all gather round to discover that it wasn’t a scuffle at all, but some drunken idiot had fallen off his chair and pulled his buddie with him trying to stop his descent.
One of the bartenders rushes over for Ace. “I need you.” She pulls on him and he nods.
“Before you go,” 2 places his hand on Ace’s forearm, “The Iron Fists?”
“Look man, all I can tell you is to keep as far away from them as possible. No one can find out where they have their clubhouse and they’re some crazy, ruthless bastards. I know it’s your sister and all, but I want to see you stay alive.” He grips 2 Piece’s shoulder for a brief second and then follows the bartender to the back.
“What the fuck we doin’ now?” I stand beside 2 as everyone goes back to their seats and groups.
“Ace was my only hope. He’s right about not bein’ able to find this club; it’s like the name exists, but not the damn place or its members. I say we go for a long ride through town an’ around the area to see if we can run into them or someone who may know something. It may not be the best of ideas, but it’s the only way I see us getting’ somewhere.”
I grunt my agreeance and we head back to our bikes.
A week passes as we ride around Spicy and the surrounding areas. We stay busy asking multiple businesses, attempting to find the Iron Fists, but just like the fuckers’ name, they’re basically ghosts. According to those we spoke to, the Fists find you, and that’s supposed to be a bad thing. I hope like fuck they do find me so I can show them what the fuck crazy’s really about. It seems to me like they’re a bunch of chicken-shit bitches always hiding out, but whatever.
The one consistent thing during the week though is Sadie. She calls once a day to check on me like she would if she was my chick, and I actually like it. She doesn’t pester or annoy me; she makes me laugh and smirk at her silly rambling. I just can’t seem to get Sunshine off my mind, and it fucking terrifies me, because the last woman I thought about like that, ended up taking my soul with her in her death.
Chapter 4
Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing
is the very thing that will set you free.
-Unknown
Sadie
My brother and Twist finally make it back, but shortly after their return, the club starts getting crazy scary threats. Avery and London practically get attacked at the grocery store not too far away by some freak, and the guys get a little insane with the precautions. I understand them worrying, but it’s annoying nonetheless.
Silas will no longer let me move into the apartment; he swears up and down it’s just too dangerous right now, even when I asked to bring Twist along with me. He rudely informed me that Twist isn’t my puppy and that I can’t cart him along wherever I go.
Jerk face.
Maybe it’s not safe for him right now, but his club has nothing to do with me, and my own safety should have zilch to do with it. Besides that, he doesn’t even know if Twist would or wouldn’t want to come with me. He warned me to not get too attached to Twist, but I feel like he seriously needs to mind his own business. If anything, it makes me want Twist even more.
I’ve decided in order to keep the peace with my brother, to just have baby stuff shipped here. I’m so close to having this kid and own basically nothing for it, and I’m beginning to start to freak out a little about it. I’ve stuck with my original plan and not found out the sex of the baby.
It may be driving me sort of crazy though while looking at different patterns, because you can only order so many green and yellow things. And that doesn’t even take into account the difficulties of picking out a name. My baby’s going to be nameless at this rate. I may relent and find out what I’m having at the next appointment.
I’m trying to be a good sport about all the rules and safety precautions. I know it’s because they care, but I refuse to go into labor and have my child in the middle of a motorcycle club. I’ll drive myself to the hospital on my own if I have to.
Twist’s been quiet and distant ever since they’ve gotten back. I don’t know why exactly, but I’ve left him alone. We have our own little routine of watching TV together or him coming in smashed from drinking. I think it’s all so he doesn’t have to say anything about our kiss. It doesn’t matter, though, I haven’t forgotten it at all. If anything, I keep reliving that blissful moment over and over again. I�
��ll remember that kiss for the rest of my life, along with him constantly making sure I’m comfortable and safe.
Earlier he mumbled that we were finally going to talk today. I don’t know what’s been going on besides a few heated conversations between him and my brother, whatever that’s about. I’m sure Silas is on him about seeing us so close before their trip last week, but my brother needs to realize I’m a grown woman and I can see whoever makes me happy. In this instant, I believe Twist could make me happy, if he’s really interested.
While he and Silas were gone, I called to check on him to make sure they were staying safe and surprisingly he answered his cell each time. His voice is even deeper on the phone, and he sounds unbelievably sexy when he’s sleepy, just mumbling into the phone.
He’s slowly restoring my faith in the opposite sex with each longing gaze and thoughtful gesture. Several times I’ve woken up from a nap covered with his blanket and a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me. In the end, it’s the little things that are going to make me fall for him. Not sure I’m ready to give up my heart though. Twist could seriously mess me up if he wanted to, especially after getting me so used to him being there basically every time I turn around.
The downfall is, he’s probably going to hurt me no matter what. Friend or more, I know it, and I’m waiting for it to happen. I’ve seen the club sluts hang on him when I’ve gone to the kitchen in the evenings. It started to hurt me, so I stopped going. I’d rather be a little hungry than feel the pang it sends my heart. I don’t get why it bothers me to see someone else that close to him. It shouldn’t, but it does. I’ve never seen him really pay them any attention, but they definitely try to get him to.
Ugh, who am I kidding? He’s not going to want much more than fun, and I’m a package deal—too much for a man to take on right away. Ha. I think about all of this like I actually have a chance at a relationship with him. Silas is right; I’m naïve. He probably knows what’s best for me like he always has.
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