Sharing Britney

by Eden Rose

  Aidan rolls his eyes and places his hands on his hips like he’s about to tell me something important. “Rabies said he’s going to teach me to ride a bike. Ain’t that so cool?” He exclaims with as much energy as a six year old can have.

  I don’t get a chance to shut this down because Flip’s stepping forward. He squats so he’s eye level with my son and gives him one of those smiles that makes me melt. “When you’re ready to learn how to ride, I’ll teach ya. We can get you your own bike for you to ride. That’s when you know you’re a man. When you got your own hog.”

  “Hog?” Aidan asks with his head tilted to the side as if he’s trying to decipher what a hog is.

  I stifle my giggle but Slice and Jen lose their battle because they have their heads back laughing.

  Flip doesn’t miss a beat. “A hog is what real men call their bikes. It’s a wild beast that takes a real man to know how to ride.”

  “What’s long and hard and has cum in it?” Slice asks louder than needed.

  Flip rolls his eyes while I’m dragging my son down the hallway to the courtyard to find something for him to do.

  There’s a rumble of laughter coming from where we just were but I don’t need my son learning anything more about the biker lifestyle or whatever. How great would it be if he goes to his dad’s house and says one of these things?

  Not great at all.

  “It was cucumbers, you dirty birdies!” Slice hollers down the hall.

  FLIP

  “This is gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare,” Rabies grumbles right next to me as we set up the booths in the back.

  Even though Jen’s pregnant and now engaged to a brother, I still can’t believe how fucking bossy she is. She’s standing in the middle of the courtyard pointing at us to tell us where to go. I’m about to tell her to go fuck herself, personally.

  No ol’ lady is going to tell me what to do. She can fuck right off on that one.

  Jen’s throwing her arms around in a circle like she’s trying to fly or something crazy. “That table needs to be over here next to the grill,” she’s pointing at the table in question.

  “For God’s sake, Jen, will you make up your fuckin’ mind?” I blurt out and move that table.

  She lets out a big breath and I look up to see her smiling. “I love when you boys follow directions.”

  It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever, ol’ blue.”

  Rabies is bitching about how hot it is. “My balls are stickin’ to my thighs, man. It sucks havin’ such big balls that get in the way!”

  “Woah!” I yell out and step away from him. “Too much information, man! Too much info!”

  He’s chuckling. “Eh, Brit seems to like my big balls!”

  My back straightens and I glare at him. “What did you just say?”

  He throws his hands up in the air to surrender.

  I chuckle. “That’s what I thought, mother fucker. From now on, Brit’s off the market. You got me?”

  Sometime later, our president is officially wifed up and so is Slice. The Bear and Slice are smiling like fucking goons with their arms around their women like they are kings.

  I’m sitting at a table that’s full of my brothers with their ol’ ladies, and we’re talking about how weird this year has been. Not going to lie, I’m only half paying attention because I’m staring at Britney.

  Mack Truck has disappeared somewhere inside the clubhouse after the announcement of The Bear and Slice’s engagements.

  “Where’s your boyfriend at?” Half Ball says with a chuckle.

  “Yeah,” Trip pipes in. “Where’s your boyfriend at? Is he gettin’ ready to get it in?”

  I flip both of them off and continue to stare at Britney. She’s so beautiful. That perfect, soft and supple body that leads to the beautiful and caring woman.

  Britney’s wild red hair is like a ribbon around her body as she dances in a circle with Aidan. While she moves her body seductively, without even knowing she’s doing it, Aidan’s dancing like a tornado. He’s running from one side of the makeshift dance floor to the other. He’s crazy.

  Getting off my seat, I walk over to my girl and her kid that I love like he’s my own. I don’t say a word as I flush my front to her back and place my hands on her hips to control our movements.

  “God damn, precious, why you gotta be so beautiful?” I murmur in her ear.

  She giggles, moving the swell of her ass against my bulge. “Stop filling me with your bull shit, Flip. You already got in my pants.”

  I chuckle and relish in the fact that her skin is now covered in goosebumps. “I’m not complaining. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want them all to know that your sexy body is now mine,” I declare in her ear. I kiss up the column of her neck making her shiver.

  We rock back and forth to our own rhythm, creating our own world. It’s fucking perfect.

  Well, it was perfect until the shots were fired along with the sounds of tires squealing. The squealing and screeching of the tires, the doors slamming and the popping and cracking sounds of the bullets is what ruins this perfect moment.

  My back stiffens up and I’m pushing Britney from my body before I even realize it. I would die if something were to happen to her or to Aidan. Fuck my own life, but theirs is too important.

  “Everyone! Get the fuck down,” The Bear growls as he shoves Pinky towards the table in the back of him.

  How the fuck did they manage to get through our security? Where the fuck are those prospects at?

  Bang! Bang!

  The shots are flying rapidly and all of us are ready for whatever is about to happen.

  One of the motherfuckers that got through our gates, is obviously suicidal because he’s running right at me. I push Britney a little to the side. “Hide! Get Aidan and hide!” I order.

  Before she runs from me, she says the four words that rock my world. “I love you, Flip.”

  I take a deep breath, losing my vision on the slick rick who’s trying to get himself killed, and look at Brit. “Precious, I love you, too. You need to go!”

  There’s a scream in the background but all the noise has faded away. I’ve been preparing for something like this to happen my whole life. Including the weight of the pistol in my hand that’s aimed at a dumb ass wearing a suit.

  “Who wears a fuckin’ suit to a raid?” I implore to antagonize him.

  He smirks at me with his gun pointed right at me. “A man that’s prepared for your funerals. Where’s our fucking money?” He says calmly to me.

  “What money?”

  “The money that the dumb bitch took from McSimmons. You fuckers are dumber than you look if you thought we wouldn’t come to collect.”

  Everything became crystal clear. These fuckers were trying to get Jen back as a pride thing but she was one step ahead of them. She played them like a puppet. Man, I don’t give that girl enough props.

  “You mean to tell me, that the little woman over there-” I point to where she’s huddled behind the bar, “managed to steal money from an enterprise? You guys are fuckin’ so stupid!”

  The guy drops his gun from his hands before charging at me like a damn rhino. His hands are around my neck and his fingers are digging into my skin. The bastard is about my height and I’m able to look him in the eye to encourage him.

  He bares his teeth at me. “You don’t know shit about shit, trailer trash!”

  I chuckle sardonically and smile slyly. “That’s all you got? Trailer trash? Where did you go to criminal school? Must have been one of those east coast schools where they teach you how to think you are better than everyone else,” I spit to rattle him.

  The cock sucker’s fist tightens around my neck causing my airflow to stunt. I don’t allow him to see that he’s affecting me though. That’s what he wants. He wants to see me fear him so he can get information out of me.

  I must have blacked out, because he’s no longer there and I’m wheezing hunched over. My eyes immediately go to Brit
ney to make sure she’s still okay.

  MACK TRUCK

  I know I’m an asshole. I’ve never claimed otherwise. However, even I realized the mistake I made by walking away from Britney when she said she loved me. I knew the minute I did it, I was a fucked up bastard that didn’t deserve any of the good that she brings with her.

  I’m sulking in my room like a little fucking kid who didn’t get dessert. As I pace back and forth, I think about everything. Not just Britney, but everything. Can I honestly be in a relationship with her knowing that she’s also fucking my brother? Knowing that she’s fucking both of us, at the same time!

  I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with myself which is why I’m pacing in my room.

  The Bear proposed to Pinky and Slice proposed to his chick. Everyone’s happy, but me. Everyone’s having a great time at this party but me.

  Fuck!

  I rake my hand down my face in a vain attempt of shaking the bad mood off. It didn’t work. I rub my eyes with my fingertips hoping to scrape these images of all the women I have let down. Rubbing them so roughly that I see stars, didn’t even help.

  If anything, it made everything clearer. No matter what I do, I’m always going to be that kid that let his sister get raped and murdered. The one person that I swore to protect no matter what, and I let her down.

  How can Britney love me if she doesn’t even know what kind of fucking loser I am?

  On my twentieth pass past the door, I hear the cracking sound of a gun firing. I grab my Glock in the back of my jeans, checking to make sure it’s armed before looking out the little window in my room. It’s just big enough for me to gauge the placement of everyone.

  I see Britney an Aidan huddled behind a table, with her wrapped around him to protect him. In that moment, it didn’t matter about anything else. I know that she’s meant to be with me.

  Blindly, I reach behind me to grab the extra box of ammo that’s laying out there. I pocket it in my cut’s breast pocket before grabbing my knife that’s also on the table. I don’t wait another minute as I run out the door and through the hallways.

  Each cracking sound of the gun firing, is another piece of me that is woken up. It’s a strange feeling: feeling alive for the first time in a long time. Knowing that you have someone to take care and it’s your job to do it.

  By the time I get to the backyard where the party was being held, there’s screaming, cussing, and guns firing throughout the whole place.

  My eyes horn in on a man in a suit that’s holding Flip by his neck. Without even thinking, I cock my gun and jam it into the guy’s temple. “Drop your fucking gun,” I growl in his ear.

  “Never,” he says.

  I don’t want to shoot the bastard but I want him to know that we’re not fucking around here. So what do I do? I punch him in his kidney.

  Flip is let go quickly and now the man who was holding him hostage is charging at me. “You mother fuckers,” he spits at me before placing his gun in my chest.

  “No!” A child cries from the outside of my focus.

  I don’t bother to look over at Aidan knowing that I will see him being afraid of what is happening. Instead, I focus on the man with his gun jammed into my sternum. “Are you going to shoot me or what?” I taunt him.

  This 1 %’er life that I chose to live in has taught me many valuable lessons but one in particular has remained true through everything. If someone’s got you held at gun point and is asking you questions, they are going to kill you anyways. They don’t give a fuck about some promise to absolve you or whatever.

  None of them give a fuck. You are supposed to aim your gun with the purpose of firing it at some asshole.

  Taking my own advice, I jam my gun into his temple. “This is how it’s gonna work,” I growl. “You’re fuckin’ gonna tell me why you fuckers are here and then maybe, I will kill you quickly.”

  I’m bluffing. I have every intention on dragging out his pain as long as I can until he’s begging me to end his sad and pathetic life. Call me a sadist, but it’s rather entertaining to see these “bad ass gangsters” beg and cry for me to stop.

  The guy snarls at me but drops his gun on the ground with a defeated sigh. “There’s no point in spilling my guts to you trailer trash mother fuckers. You’re going to kill me anyways,” the guy brazenly says to me.

  I shrug, pinching my lips. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m glad you’re not stupid like these other guys.”

  Around me, the sound is deafening. There’s gun shots, screaming and crying all around me but all of it fades away when I hear the cry of a woman that causes me to stutter.

  In the second that I look back, the biggest mistake of my life, the guy that dropped his gun is now aiming it at me. He’s got the barrel dug so far into my sternum, that I have trouble breathing.

  I jump out of his hold as I see Britney’s hair fly in a circle around her like a blur. She’s a giant blur to me but the intent is clear; she’s trying to save me. The second that she’s in both my and Flip’s hands, she trembles.

  That was until I felt the piercing of something sharp going through my body. It feels worse than being stabbed. It feels worse than starving and trying to figure out how to protect your little sister. It’s the worst pain ever.

  BRITNEY

  “Is she okay?” Someone says in the background of the humming in my ears.

  Another person says something and it drags me out of my catatonic state. My body is covering Aidan’s and I’m holding him to my body to protect him from anything that could be coming this way.

  Flip’s yelling and I can hear the yelling and screaming from everyone else in the courtyard.

  “Is everyone okay?” The Bear growls from the side of the courtyard with some guy in a suit under his knife. The guy has the nerve to look cocky even though he’s got a butcher knife pressed against his throat. There’s no way in hell he’s going to live.

  The dumb ass probably knows that, too.

  I’m looking around the courtyard and all I can see is red. There’s red covering the gravel and grassy spots that are trying to grow through the gravel driveway. Bodies are strewn out all over the place and then I can see the one body that has me more scared than ever.

  I’m still holding Aidan to me as I jump off the ground and run towards Mack Truck who is lying in his own blood. “Mack? Please!” I’m crying his name and holding Aidan to me.

  The poor guy has seen enough today to need therapy for the rest of his life. I’m some great mother. I take him to a biker party that ends in a massacre.

  “Aidan, are you all right?” I ask him while holding his little body out from me to take a look. He looks all right even though his face is scrunched up like he’s trying to think of something to say.

  The pain of hearing Mack Truck telling me to not love him is still fresh in my mind. It’s killing me to hear those words resonate repeatedly to me. Not only that, but finding out how he truly felt about me for all of these years. I was just a skank to him. He never had feelings for me and silly me for thinking he could actually have feelings for me.

  I’m such a dumb ass. I did the one thing that women are known to do and that is put my heart in my vagina.

  If Mack Truck dies, I don’t know what the fuck to think. I do know that I couldn’t live with myself if I tried to make up with him. If I tried to build our relationship back up. I don’t want anything to do with the bastard. He has fucked me over so many times and I can’t deal with him.

  We’ve spent two years playing this game. This game of him keeping me away and not wanting to act on the true feelings that we have together. It’s been two years and now that I have had a taste of what it is like to be with him, I don’t know if I can go back.

  Everything and everyone disappears and all I’m left with is holding my son and hoping he’s not going to be messed up over this.

  *

  The police have come and gone and now all that’s left is looking at the yard that’s full of blood, b
ullets and everything else. Of course, the police called David and now David’s on his way over here.

  I elected to stay behind to help clean up instead of going to the hospital and finding out what’s going on with Mack Truck.

  He doesn’t want me anymore. He got what he wanted. He got his dick wet and rocked my world. Now he’s done with me. All I’ve even been to him is a fucking fly.

  “What the fuck are you saying?” David yells out while he walks through the carnage to stand in front of me.

  I’m holding a sleeping Aidan, rocking back and forth on the ground doing my best to comfort him. He doesn’t like the fighting and he cowers every time someone is yelling near him. “Would you calm down? Aidan has seen enough today!” I retort with venom. The last thing I need is for Aidan to realize what actually happened today.

  David bares his teeth at me and growls. “I want to know why the fuck my son is at some biker massacre and I found out by the police department and not the skank I made a baby with.”

  My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Do you really need to say these things in front of our son?” I need David to realize that Aidan is still a little boy and he doesn’t need to know about death this young. If that makes me a bad parent, oh well. I want my kid to be a kid.

  “No! I’ve told you numerous times that if you slept with dogs you will get fleas!”

  At this point, Aidan squeals in my arms and buries his face deeper into my chest. He does this when he’s trying to escape something bad. Great, now my kid is afraid of his dad.

  Bic clears his throat and is standing right beside David with his hand on his piece. “Look, mother fucker, we’ve got enough going on and don’t need you here upsetting your kid because you want to prove you have a bigger dick. Get off my property.”

  My eyes widen. I’ve known all along that Bic was a scary man but I’ve never seen him so protective of me or Aidan. He winks at me and glares at David. “You can talk to her when you’ve calmed down. Right now is not the time.”

  Flip comes running from the other side of the courtyard like the devil was chasing him. I could see in his eyes that shit was bad. Real bad. “Why you here, cop? We don’t need fuckin’ cops fuckin’ everything up around here.”