by Brogan Riley
After the introductions, we move into the living room and Dante’s mom serves us her homemade cheesecake. She drops onto the couch beside me and takes my hand. Her skin is dry and wrinkled but her touch is soothing.
“My son has a wife,” she says and sighs as if she’s relieved.
“You’ll be grandparents soon,” Dante says.
His mom folds her hands as if praying. “I’m so happy to hear that.”
Dante’s dad takes a bottle of bourbon out of the glass liquor cabinet and we chat, sipping our drinks. I realise they don’t know much about Dante’s life. I think I should enlighten them.
“He leaves his dirty socks all over our place,” I say.
“He’s like his dad,” Patricia says.
I nod. “But he’s the best cook in the world.”
“He’s like his mom,” Derry says.
I have a cup of herbal tea and one more piece of the cheesecake. Derry picks up the empty glasses and Dante’s mom rushes us upstairs. I take a shower and dive under the comforter in the guest room situated in the attic. The raw wood stretched above my head smells of the past as stars twinkle outside the round window.
Dante joins me five minutes later. He’s wearing a pair of funny pajama pants. The starred pattern makes me laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he says. “That’s a birthday present from my mom.” He pulls me into his arms.
“Your mom loves it when her little boy looks very… starstylish.”
He slaps my ass lightly. “Don’t laugh at me.”
My back moulds to his chest. His heat envelops me.
“They’re nice people,” I say.
“You make them feel very happy.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” I turn over so we face each other. I run my knuckles down his cheek. “They are so happy their son is not a bachelor anymore.” My hand freezes as my head fills with scary thoughts. “Our enemies? I want them all to be dead.”
“So do I.”
“For Hannah and others like her.”
“For Trinity.” His voice breaks.
“Who is Trinity?”
“That childhood friend of mine I told you about. The teenage girl who died but somehow brought two people together. I know you can understand, Chantal.”
I kiss him on the mouth.
I understand more than he thinks that I do. She’s the wound on his heart as are Gina, Priest, Thunder, Doctor, and Andrea on mine.
“They all deserve justice,” I say.
He puts his hand on the back of my neck and kisses me on the forehead. “You’re a good wife, Chantal.”
“Thank you. You’re sweet.”
I curl up into his chest and inhale him.
When I open my eyes the next morning, the first thing I see is his smirk.
“Morning princess,” he says.
“It’s late.”
“Ten past eleven.”
I jump out of the bed. “Your mom must be waiting for us.”
“No rush.”
I rummage around the room to pick up my clothes. “I don’t want to be rude.” I freeze for a moment. “I’ve never been in a normal household.”
Dante erupts into laughter. “I know what to do with you from now on.”
“And that is?”
“Showing you normal things in life.”
Our gazes meet and something pricks my heart. We make ourselves ready for breakfast in silence.
We return to the compound two days later. I don’t cry when Dante jumps on his bike and roars off with all the others.
I’m a biker’s wife. My husband is an angel of justice.
I focus on making my life as healthy as possible. I walk for half an hour every day. I start growing tomatoes. I steal two packs of vitamins from a pharmacy and ask my mom to pay for them three days later.
Dante comes back to me three months later.
It’s done, but my husband is not who he was before.
Dante
My heart fills with love and pain at the sight of her pregnant belly. She was with me all the time even though we were apart. She was the voice telling me not to slip into insanity.
I’ve seen so much blood and so many corpses I’m dead to the outer world. I’ve seen the ultimate evil. I understand the darkness in Jackson. I’m a killer like him.
I understand the club girls.
I need to be among people like me. Among killers like me.
I pull my woman into my arms and kiss her but it’s not a gentle kiss. It’s my rough dark need to merge with her.
I’m covered with mud and dust and blood. She doesn’t pull away from me though.
Her lips give me the promise of peace that I need.
We walk over to the clubhouse and I have a drink with all the others then Chantal and I go to our place. I take a shower.
She kneels in front of me and removes the towel. My hard cock touches her cheek. Her chews her lower lip as her fingers close around my shaft. She takes my cock into her mouth. She sucks me expertly, her fingers caressing my balls.
Her mouth is a sweet wet heaven. I thrust harder, slamming on her throat. She gags.
I pull out. “I want you on all fours.”
She nods and shakes her lush ass in front of me. I kneel behind her and drive my cock into her cunt, balls deep. Her tightness engulfs me, pulls me even deeper. I start thrusting into her.
She moans her pleasure. Her inner walls contract around me and I come with a feral growl.
Epilogue
Chantal
I can send my kids to whatever school I’m dreaming of for them. I can go out on a shopping trip without my bandana and sunglasses on.
Yes, freedom is beautiful.
All the charges against our club have been lifted and that is because Monica Brooks is a very honourable bitch. She’s the head honcho now.
Only one condition. We need to stay clean for the rest of our life.
Very undoable.
Our men are born heroes, meant to be saviours and protectors. Meant to break the law.
The life in the compound is slow but loud at times. Like Sonja arguing with Sabine. They’re living under one roof. ‘Somebody must help that helpless idiot to raise her kids’, Sabine’s words. Doctor is paralysed from his chest down and Sonja is helping with his rehabilitation so Sabine is actually very useful to them.
Sabine is mean to everyone except for Sonja’s kids. Except for me and my siblings. Weird, but that’s how she is.
Sonja punched her in the face the moment they saw each other. Not once. Three times.
They’re reasonably good now.
My mom didn’t speak to Sabine for a while, but now they’re reasonably good too.
My mom is an angel and she knows what forgiveness is.
Sabine is grumpy, but she’s a very good aunt. Sometimes, I see Sonja and her standing by the edge of the cliff. They’re holding hands in those moments. Sometimes, my mom joins them. Sometimes, I join them. We’re breathing in the serenity coming from the ocean in those moments.
Sometimes the three generations of us women, stand by the cliff. We’re holding hands and growing in strength in those moments.
We burn candles inside the bar for our relatives and friends who are no longer with us. We do it once a year. We drink vodka and tequila to their happy afterlife. We dance and sing for them because they loved having fun in life.
I stretch my arms as the sun’s rays lick my skin like summer flames. My two kids are with my parents so Dante and I can enjoy each other.
His naked chest moulds to my back.
It’s not been enough yet. Yeah, the marathon has lasted for ten hours but we’re still thirsty for each other. The bedding smells of our love.
He plants wet hot kisses across my upper back and tumbles me up so I’m on all fours. He glides his palm over my ass cheek and slaps me. I moan at the stinging sensation, spreading my knees wider for him. I shudder from desire.
Dante grips the back of my neck and pushe
s me down so I lean against my elbows. He spreads my globes and runs the head of his cock up and down my ass crack. My body shivers in anticipation. Dante drives his thick hard cock into my pussy and spreads lube over my other hole. His finger slips in. I moan at the delirious sensation of my both holes being taken care of.
“You dirty girl,” Dante rasps.
Yeah, we’re definitely on the same page.
He stretches me with his finger, giving me a sting of pain. My ass still needs a lot of stretching before I can take his cock because it’s our third time.
Dante pulls his finger out and slides his cock into my pussy two more times. Heat pulsates throughout my body as he slides out and then the blunt head presses at my other opening. My fingers travel to my mound and I start stroking my clitoris.
Dante pushes in and buries the head of his cock inside of my ass. I hiss at the burning pain from his intrusion. My insides rebel against this foreign sensation until my body softens a bit. A low growl escapes Dante’s mouth as he grips my hips. He doesn’t move. I stroke myself faster. Tension gathers in my tummy as dark needs take possession of my body and mind like an unstoppable fever.
Dante rocks his hips and buries his whole length inside of me. My breath halts.
Fuck, it hurts.
I stiffen as he runs his hot palm up and down my back. He spreads my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Chantal. So fucking good with you.”
“Wait, okay?”
“Okay.”
My throat pulses. I feel ultimately impaled.
I take a few deep breaths and my body softens. I grind my ass against his hips, demanding more friction.
Dante starts thrusting. I keep stroking my clitoris, drowning in this delirious debauchery.
It’s as dirty as it is pure.
We love each other so much.
I arch my back, eager to meet every firm thrust. My ass engulfs his shaft, takes him deeper and deeper until the decadent pleasure consumes me.
I start moaning.
“Harder,” I gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He starts moaning too. His moans are so deliciously sexy.
His balls slap against my slit as he picks up the pace, his thrusts deep and wild. I feel full like never before.
I shatter. I’m united with universe for one eternal second. My orgasm is mystical.
Dante picks up the pace and his body trembles against mine. He growls out his ecstasy. He pulls out gently as I lie down and roll over on my side. His cum is dripping out of my ass.
Dante wipes me with a towel and we fall asleep.
Dante
I push the swing and my son Jett giggles. It’s one of those warm Saturday afternoons. A balmy breeze brushes against my face. The sun’s rays make the leaves overhead glitter and the scents of late spring make me feel sleepy.
Chantal walks into the garden. Her high heels dig into the lawn. She’s wearing an elegant white blouse and a sexy black pencil skirt. She’s a jewellery shop owner after all.
I stop the swing and my son jumps out of the seat. He falls into Chantal’s arms. I can hear my daughter Jenna talking to her best friend in the kitchen.
“How was your day?” I ask.
Chantal kisses me on the mouth. “Busy. A lot of people came in to order wedding rings.”
My son runs over to the kitchen.
“There’s lasagne in the oven,” I say. “Your favourite vegetarian twist.”
“Thank you. You’re a wonderful husband.”
I take her wrist and plant a kiss on her knuckles. “I have another job. I’m gonna meet up with Mike tomorrow at nine in the evening.”
“A cheating husband or a cheating wife?”
“A cheating wife this time.”
Mike and I are part-time private investigators. I’m not in jail but I’m not allowed to work as a cop either. I’m still amazed at Monica Brook’s decisiveness and toughness. She risked her life and position to help me and my club.
But now I need to stay off the radar of the police, hence my job. It’s legal and I bring in a few grand every month.
Sometimes, Rebel joins us. He’s a very grumpy partner but a damn good private investigator. He works as a lumberjack full time and takes care of some Bratva shit so he’s very busy in life. He’s my club brother as is Mike. Yep, the Devil’s Tears MC is like a family to me.
I love my life.
I have four kids and a loving wife. A very beautiful wife.
We live in a small house made of stone and have a lot of boring life problems. Like chickenpox. Like bruised little knees. Like a spoiled cat and a crazy little dog.
We step into the kitchen and I slide shut the glass door. Chantal drops into a chair and kicks off her shoes.
She puts her elbows on the white round table. “A cup of tea would do me good.”
I bow my head. “Everything for my princess.”
My daughter and her friend erupt into laughter. They’re both twelve now.
“Dad, you’re embarrassing,” Jenna says. She looks like Jackson, but Jett looks like my dad. “Behave,” she mouths to me, rolling her eyes.
I salute her, which causes Chantal to emit a chuckle.
“Love you,” Chantal mouths to me.
I wink at her.
My parents are taking our kids on a trip to Hawaii.
Hell yeah. I’m gonna fuck my wife senseless. I will fuck every hole of hers. Every night. She’ll be covered in my cum.
Chantal widens her eyes like she can read my thoughts.
The front door of the house bangs open and someone tumbles in. Rage strangles my throat but I kill it off. Belle tumbles into the kitchen, rasping and coughing. She hugs Chantal and the girls. She drops into a chair and waves her hand at me. Yes, she wants a glass of whiskey. No fucking way.
I serve her a glass of tap water.
Chantal loves her. My kids love her. I guess I should learn to love her too.
She retired seven years ago. She has a dinner with us once a month. She regularly babysits our kids. She reeks of cheap tobacco all the fucking time.
Chantal wraps her arms around Belle from behind and the old bitch’s eyes fill with tears.
Alright, I could serve her a glass of whiskey after we have supper.
Epilogue 1
Hannah
The bar is full of people. All of them are my family.
They’ve been my family for a year and a half. Jake never found my parents. He found their graves a few months ago.
I sometimes feel sad but my new family is with me in such moments so I can manage.
My eye roams over the bar.
Our men are drinking beer at the bar top, as their women are either clinging to their backs or chatting among themselves.
Chantal wraps her arms around me from behind. “Why so sad tonight?”
“I don’t know,” I say.
My good eye slides over the walls until my glance falls upon Jake sitting on the couch. He’s chatting to Dante. He hasn’t noticed me yet. I wish he did.
“Ah, this.” Chantal sighs.
She pulls away from me and walks over to her brother. She leans toward him and says something into his ear.
I thought nobody knew.
But it looks like Chantal knows.
I want to disintegrate, but I smooth a hand over the flowery fabric of my dress instead. It has a strapless bodice and a wide hem with a tulle petticoat. I look like a princess. No, my dress looks like it was designed for a princess. I’m a damaged doll.
I’m wearing a beaded eye-patch but it doesn’t make me look like a princess.
Jake’s glance travels over to me. He rises to his feet and strides over to me.
I gasp and shiver as he stands right in front of me. “Hey,” I mumble.
“You’re not having fun, are you?” he says.
“I’ll maybe go have some sleep.”
“What about dancing? You like dancing, don’t you?”
“I do.”
He holds my hand in his and pulls me toward the dance floor. His arms wrap around me. I stiffen.
“Hannah,” Jake murmurs into my ear.
His hot breath is like a puff of pure love against my skin. It does something to me. My muscles relax and I cling to him.
It’s like I’ve always imagined. We sway; we float, we are somewhere else.
My heart leaps.
He’s away most of the time. There’re women around him when he’s here.
I stop. “Are you going to marry Dante’s sister? Or Molly?” It just pours out of me.
Dante’s sister has visited us twice. She’s really pretty and single. She wants Jake to marry her. Molly wants Jake even more than Rachel does.
“No,” Jake says, “but I’m going to marry someone special.”
My heart crumbles into a million pieces. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Hannah and she’s the most beautiful thing on the face of the earth.”
“There’s no other Hannah here.” Tears well in my good eye.
“Yes, there’s only one Hannah here.” There’s something dark about his voice, something predatory. He tightens the embrace around me and kisses me on the top of my head. “You are my Hannah.”
My eye rises to his. “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“You want to marry me?”
“Yes, tonight.”
My heart flutters as my blood thumps in my ears. “Why?”
“Because I love you?”
I feel dizzy. “You love me?”
“More than anything.”
My world turns into a dream of sparkly white and glittery yellow colours. I’m so happy I almost black out. I start panting.
“Hannah? Say something.” His jaw muscles twitch.
“I love you too, Jake.”
He chuckles as he sinks his fingers into my hair and tips my face up to his. His lips touch mine.
He kisses me like I’ve always imagined.
He kisses me deeper.
He lifts me off the floor and we spin. My petticoat rustles like it’s magical. My mind spins; my surroundings spin. My whole world explodes in orange joy.
My arms and legs wrap around him and we kiss until forgetfulness. Then we sit down on the couch and he pulls me into his lap as though I’m already his old lady. My cheeks start to burn. I stiffen even though I’m so happy.
