“Jesus, Ryker. Quit fucking around and look at the man who just walked in the door. He’s sitting at the bar now.”
“Brawn, can’t you see I’m a little busy at the moment.”
“You can get the bitch off later while she’s sucking your dick. You need to check out the guy.”
I leaned down and nuzzled my face into the woman’s neck as my fingers came into contact with her clit. Her rhythm stuttered, her breath hitched, and I smiled. Yeah, I had her attention now. I’d be riding this pussy before long, or she’d be riding me, either worked.
“Why do I want to do that? I’m liking what I’m looking at right now,” I said as I pulled back a little and tugged the loose shirt down under this chick’s tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra making it easier to lean down and suck her nipple deep into my mouth. I bit down firmly on her tip and she gasped. Her hips started riding my groin faster and my fingers harder.
I couldn’t even remember her name. Not that I gave a shit, I didn’t try to remember anyone’s name I fucked anymore. Get what I wanted and get gone. That was my motto. It had been for years now.
“You ready to take my big dick inside you, baby girl?” I asked her as I flicked her hard nub.
“Yessss,” she moaned.
“Telling you, Ryker, you should check the man out.”
“God dammit, Brawn, I will in a minute. Leave me the fuck alone.”
I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, tore open the condom I had set on the table, rolled it on, lifted the girl, pulling the small piece of fabric of her thong to the side and dropped her onto my cock. I hissed out a breath.
“Ride me, baby girl.”
The girl happily started doing what I’d said. I pinched and plucked at her nipples. Leaning over to bite one every now and then. I wasn’t worried about lasting long, I just wanted a quick release. I’d been in a foul mood for a while now and couldn’t seem to get out of it, so I’d basically been trying to fuck my way to a better state of mind. It wasn’t working yet, but I wasn’t giving up either.
Soon my balls tightened up and I started rubbing harder on that tender flesh between her legs. She started moaning continuously as I stroked her clit. Soon her pussy tightened on my dick and I let go, shooting my load. I waited until she was finished then tapped her leg.
“Off, baby girl.” After she lifted off of me, I pulled the condom off, tied it up, and tucked my cock back into my boxers.
I picked up a napkin and wrapped it around the condom. I’d be flushing the fucker in a minute. I stood up and zipped my pants up. It was dark in the corner we were in but that wouldn’t have stopped me from fucking the girl. This was our bar and if others didn’t want to see shit like this, they knew to either stay out or turn their head and keep their damn mouth shut.
I grabbed the napkin in my hand and headed to the restroom. I didn’t even look in the direction that Brawn had told me to look. I’d glance at the man briefly when he walked in. It looked like another long-haired, tattooed, wanna-be biker. After flushing the condom, I washed the stink of pussy off me then made my way back to my table and sat down. Brawn was still staring at the guy at the bar.
“Fuck, Brawn, you staring at that man hard enough. He float your boat?”
“Fuck you,” Brawn snarled. “What I’m looking at is a younger version of you.”
My head snapped back at that and my eyes flew to the man. He was staring at me in the mirror. There was no expression on his face at all. I drew in a deep breath. Fuck me, it was me twenty-five years ago. Without even realizing I had gotten back up, I started walking toward him.
~***~
Chapter 30
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
~Charles Spurgeon~
Bane
June 9th, 1999
It only took me a second to find him. It was like looking into a mirror that had aged me. The man next to him was staring at me like he had seen a ghost. I could tell he kept trying to get Ryker’s attention, Ryker, however, was too busy with the girl on his lap. He had her writhing all over him.
I saw the moment he must have started playing with her pussy. She began thrashing around wildly on him. I watched as he sucked her tits, as he undid his pants and put on a condom, as he lifted the girl up and dropped her on his dick, then as she rode him. I watched it all. He didn’t even act like he was enjoying it. A slight grimace and he came.
Hell, I hoped I never got to the point that fucking was more of a chore than anything. There was no way I would ever get that way with Kenzie. I closed my eyes and almost groaned aloud. The pain was almost unbearable as I realized I’d never be inside her sweet body again. I squashed the thought. I couldn’t do that here. I needed my wits about me.
I opened my eyes to see Ryker walking toward me. He sat on the stool next to me. His eyes met mine in the mirror.
“You looking for someone?”
“Yeah, was.”
“You’re not anymore.”
“Nah, think I found him.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah, wasn’t as interesting as I thought it’d be. Shame fucking a woman is such a chore for you.”
He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at me.
“Do I know your mama, boy?”
“You might have at one time.”
“That right.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“If you’re mine and the bitch didn’t tell me, she better hope she’s dead or she will be for not telling me I have a son.”
I stiffened up at what he said.
“Pretty sure you won’t lay a hand on my mom.”
“Are you now? How can you be so sure of that? If a bitch had my kid and didn’t tell me, she deserves what’s coming to her.”
“The reason I can be sure is you’ll be a dead man if you even think of touching my mom.”
He barked out a laugh.
“Fuck, I just might like you kid.”
“Shame the feeling’s not mutual.”
I had seen all I needed to see. I had heard all I needed to hear. Mom had been right. It was time to let this go. I stood up and pulled out my wallet and took out a twenty and laid it on the bar before I put my wallet away.
“Leaving already?”
“Yeah, saw all I needed to see.”
“Who’s your mom, son?”
“I’m not your son and don’t you worry about who my mom is.”
“Something brought you this way.”
“Yeah, just wanted to know if the story my mom told me was true. It was.”
“What story is that?”
“The one about you not wanting any kids.”
“If you’re mama told you that, she’s a damn liar.”
My whole body went rigid. I was about to knock the shit out of the man. I didn’t care if I was standing in his club’s bar.
“My mom’s not a liar.”
“She is if she told you I didn’t want kids. You can ask anyone in this bar how much I’ve always wanted kids. They’ll all tell you the same thing.”
I felt everything shift. I was confused as hell. He looked serious as fuck.
“Hey, Pappy,” he called out. I watched the bartender turn our direction and start ambling our way.
“Whatcha need, Ryker?”
“Need you to answer a question for me.”
“Alright.”
“Have I ever wanted kids?”
Pappy laughed. “Good one, Ryker. Ain’t a person in these parts that don’t know how much you’ve always wanted kids.”
I watched the man shake his head and walk off mumbling about asking a dumbass question. My hand shook as it grabbed the counter and I lowered my ass back down to the stool.
“Told ya, son. Your mom is a liar.”
“Fucking quit saying that, old man, or VP of your club or not, I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll be speaking out of it.”
He laughed and shook his head.
I turned my stool around until I was facing him. I wanted to look into his eyes when I asked my questions and got my answers.
“You wanted kids?”
“Yeah, wanted a shit load of them.”
“You got any?”
“I do.”
“How many?”
“Four. Three boys and a girl.”
I laughed at how fucking ironic that was.
“Sounds like you got your boatload.”
“Ain’t a boatload. Man can never have enough kids.”
“How old are they?”
“Giving you some leeway here, son. Most people come asking questions like this usually don’t like the answers.”
I nodded and waited for him to answer.
“Oldest son is twenty-three. Daughter is twenty. Middle son is eighteen, youngest is seventeen.”
“This doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I mumbled to myself trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“What doesn’t?”
I shook my head at his question. Had his Old Lady lied to Mom? That was a real possibility.
“If you wanted a boatload why do you only have four?”
“Old Lady aborted four of my kids, the fucking bitch.”
My eyes widened. Fuck. Mom had been lied to.
“You kill your Old Lady?”
“Didn’t have to. The last abortion she got went wrong. She bled to death I’m happy to say. That was how I found out she had aborted my kids. She got back to the club and was bleeding bad. It kept getting worse, she asked me to take her to the hospital. I asked her why she was bleeding like that. She didn’t want to tell me, so I told her I wasn’t taking her to the hospital. Then she told me. I let her bleed out.”
I didn’t even wince. She’d deserved it for what she had done to Ryker and for what she had done to my mom.
“You want to tell me why you are asking all these questions and why your mom said I didn’t want kids?”
“Your Old Lady told my mom that you forced any woman that was pregnant with your kid to get an abortion.”
This time it was him that stiffened up. His eyes studied mine. I knew what he was seeing and so did he. He swallowed hard. He appeared to be struggling to keep his cool.
“My Old Lady told your mom this?”
“Yes.”
“When?” his voice came out raw. I think he already knew.
“1971.”
“Where?” Now his voice was hoarse.
“Sturgis.”
“Fuuuucckkkkkk,” he threw back his head and screamed.
I felt for him. He sounded like a tortured animal. While I hated that he hadn’t told my mom he had an Old Lady, for a lot of these men, they were out for an easy lay when they were away from home. He hadn’t had any obligation to tell Mom. She was an adult. She knew what she was getting into.
He slung his arm across the top of the bar, knocking my beer bottle off of it. The man he had been sitting with raced up to us.
“Ryker, what the fuck is the matter?”
“It’s a good thing that bitch died when she did or I would kill her myself right now,” he growled.
The man kept glancing between me and Ryker.
Ryker looked at the man and what he said next I’ll never forget.
“Brawn, this is mine and Deb’s son. That bitch lied to Deb about me making any woman who got pregnant with my kid get an abortion.”
Holy. Fuck. He remembered Mom.
The other man grimaced.
“I’m sorry, Ry. I warned you not to make her your Old Lady despite what King wanted. I told you my cousin was pure evil.”
“I wish I’d fucking listened to you.”
Ryker turned back and looked at me confused.
“Wait. That was the last year Deb showed up there. She wouldn’t have known then she was pregnant with you.”
“You’re right, she wasn’t. She was there to tell you about me. She got pregnant the previous year.”
He ran his hands to his head, gripped his hair with his fingers and pulled.
“If Layla had never shown up, I’d have known about you all these years. All these fucking wasted years.”
He breathed out a deep sigh and groaned.
“How you must hate me.”
“No, I don’t hate you,” I murmured.
“How could you not? Did Deb tell you what happened that day?”
“Yeah.”
He looked around and shook his head.
“We can’t do this here. Would you be willing to come to our clubhouse and talk to me?”
“Am I in any danger of not walking out of there?”
“No, son. They’d have to kill me first and I’m a mean fucker.”
“Alright. I’ll go.”
“What’s your name?”
“I go by Bane.”
“Bane?”
“Yeah, I was told my sister and I were the bane of my mom’s existence. So I told everyone to call me Bane.”
His face went white when I said that.
I heard him mutter, “Son of a bitch,” as he turned and walked out of the door. He looked like I had been looking lately. A man who was in hell. I followed him out, got on my bike and followed him to his clubhouse. I was finally going to get to talk to my dad. A dad who would have apparently wanted me.
~***~
Chapter 31
I think redemption is about righting a wrong, and in that pursuit it’s about trying. You can stumble, you can make mistakes, but it’s about trying to do the right thing.
~Michael B. Jordan~
Ryker
June 9th, 1999
I looked in my mirror to see his bike following me. Bane. When he told me why he chose that name I thought I’d lose it. I could tell the boy suffered from my affliction. Demons that ride you hard. I gave that to my boy and it appeared like some of his demons were because he didn’t know me. I would learn the full story soon. Damn, it was going to hurt.
From the first time I’d seen his mom, my beautiful Deb, I had been infatuated. Yeah, a fucking 1%’er that had already done some serious shit, had fallen under the spell of a twenty-year-old. I’d been twenty-five at the time, had an Old Lady I’d reluctantly taken because of who her father was. I never liked the bitch and it didn’t take me long to grow to hate her. When I had fucked her, she’d been like any other whore I fucked. Just a place to bust a nut.
Deb had been so much more from the very first. Her infectious smile drew me in, her spirit for life showed me things I’d never thought to look at before. Her beautiful face had made me stare at her for hours and her fucking body had made me burn. I’ve never wanted anyone like I wanted her. We’d tried our best to sear each other alive that entire rally. Hell, as soon as I had got finished fucking her, I immediately wanted her again. I couldn’t get my fill.
It had torn me apart that I couldn’t ask her to come back with me, but I wasn’t going to ask her to come be a club whore and that’s all she could have been. I knew if I took her back and anyone else tried to touch her, I’d kill them, so I’d let her go. Although I never really had any other option, I couldn’t get rid of my Old Lady because her fucking father was our Prez. He’d made it plain that if I wanted his spot one day, I’d have to be with his daughter.
Missing Deb had eaten at me from the time I left her throughout the following year. I’d wanted to be with her. When I walked in the bar that second year and she was there, relief had been instant, then the need to claim her had hit me hard. I’d been balls deep inside her within thirty minutes of seeing her face. I’d fucked her and myself senseless for two solid days. Then Layla had shown up and, for me, my world had ended.
One of Layla’s best friends was one of the club whores. She’d called Layla and told her that the same woman I had spent the entire previous rally with was in my bed again. Layla wasn’t having that. She didn’t care who I fucked, as long as it didn’t
threaten her spot as my Old Lady. She felt threatened by Deb. If she hadn’t shown up she would have been right to feel threatened because I hadn’t planned on leaving the rally without Deb this time. I’d already decided I wanted Deb more than I wanted the chance for the spot of Prez one day.
My stomach had clenched tight when I saw Layla step out of her car. I had been standing by the fire waiting for Deb to wake up. Layla got out with a bag in her hand making it apparent she planned to stay for the rest of the Rally. She started walking toward the tent. I started to head her off from going inside when King asked me if I was ready to lose my cut. My brief hesitation caused me to lose the woman I had fallen in love with.
Layla had spent a few minutes in the tent saying god knows what. She came out with a damn ‘I just fucked you over,’ smile on her face, then she walked over to me and slid under my arm. It wasn’t but a couple minutes later when Deb came out. She started walking toward me then stopped when she saw my arm around Layla. Deb had looked devastated and her expression had tore at something inside me.
At the time, the only thing I could think to do was get her away from camp as fast as I could. I never dreamed that would be the last time I saw her. I spent the next eight days searching for her everywhere. I’d shown people her picture and asked if they had seen her. No one had.
All I was left with was a single picture of her. One I still had to this day. From that day onward, I hadn’t cared about anything. About seven months later, I found Layla bleeding. Once I found out why, I let the bitch die. For a couple years, all I did was fuck. I didn’t care about anything. Then I decided I was going to have the children I wanted, I just had to figure out a way of getting them.
I started slowing my bike down to turn onto the dirt road the clubhouse was down. I made sure my son was still following me. Mother of God. I had a son with Deb. I felt ecstatic and wrecked at the same time. I had missed twenty-seven years with my son. With Deb’s son. The only woman I had met that I had ever wanted to be my Old Lady.
~*~
Bane
The demon was staying quiet. He couldn’t taunt me now that I knew my dad had wanted me. If Ryker’s actions at hearing what Mom had been told were any indication, I knew he would have wanted me from birth. I was curious, I wanted to hear everything. At the same time, I felt sorry for Mom and for Ryker. Life had fucking happened and stolen away their chance of happiness together. Just like it had stolen mine from me.
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