by Eden Rose
The only reason why I’m not freaking the fuck out as I drive to meet with Big Sir, is because this 50k will get him off my ass for another month. I owe him close to 250k and he’s getting demanding while waiting for it.
What sucks the most is, I can’t ask anyone to lend me the money to pay him off and I don’t think anyone would try to help me. I did this to myself and now I have to find a way to get myself out of this hole.
I pull up to the alley that we agreed upon meeting at and I turn off my car. I keep the money in a locked box in the trunk of my car in case he’s going to try something to fuck with me and tear apart my car looking for it.
Big Sir, a larger than a mountain African American, is already waiting for me. He’s wearing his infamous black coat with wrap around glasses that hide his eyes. I know that he’s more than likely stoned out of his mind because that’s how he is.
I get out of the car and put my car key in between my index and ring fingers for the added protection. As I close the distance between us, two of men come out from behind him and begin to search me.
The smaller one, that’s called Big Don, is patting my front side down and gets a little too friendly with my boobs. “Hey! Knock it the fuck off! This is not a petting zoo,” I snip at him.
Big Don chuckles to himself and then gets in my face. His teeth have been replaced with gold teeth and I think he did it on purpose to prove that he’s a gangster or something. Personally, I’m wondering if he did it to make up for his shortness. The man barely reaches my chin but I’ve seen him fuck people up.
“Aw, Pinky. Just think, if you continue to miss your meetings and payments, I get to fuck that attitude out of you. You will be all nice and polite once you’re choking on my dick.”
I bare my teeth as the tall and skinny one begins to feel my backside. He’s grabbing my ass and he squeezes it a little more than needed to do the job. “Slim Jim!” I yell at him and push him back from me.
Slim Jim, a Mexican man who barely speaks English, growls at me.
“Do we have to do this every time?” I ask Big Sir. I cross my arms over my chest in a sign of defiance and my being pissed off with this groping.
Big Sir smiles his lazy smile that makes my blood boil. The man is a mountain and he knows that because he uses it to his benefit. “Chantal, Chantal… I’m going to miss this meetings after I get what I want from you. You told me you have my money. Where’s the bread?”
“We need to renegotiate our deal. I’m being screwed over by the interest and I can’t keep up,” I bravely say to him.
I don’t see it until it’s too late. His hand whips out and smacks me across my right cheek. As my skin grows hot and I feel my eyes pricking with unshed tears, I know that I made the wrong decision by asking to renegotiate.
“You know what I want if we do that, Chantal.”
That’s the one thing about Big Sir that I never understood. He constantly says my name like he likes the way it sounds and it's creepy. I don’t get why he does it, but he does it a lot. Plus, he says it as if he were French or something. I don’t know how else to describe it. Chantal.
I place my hand over my very hot cheek and swallow back the tears that are trying to slip out. I can’t let him see that’s he got me bent over a barrell because then I will won’t have any leverage. Hell, as it is, I barely have any.
I swallow the spit in my mouth and then adjust my shoulders. Once my hands are at my sides, I look at him in the eyes and try to think of something to say. “I know what you want and you know that’s not going to happen.”
Slim Jim comes up behind me and grabs my neck with his hand. I gasp for air to come into my mouth and nose but nothing is being registered. I begin to panic worse as my eyes became cloudy. I push my arms towards him and ram my body into him in order to get him to let me go. This doesn’t help in my favor because he grip gets tighter and tighter.
“Should I just end this bitch now? It’s obvious that she doesn’t have your fuckin’ money, Big,” Slim Jim says as he presses harder on my esophagus with his heavily accented voice.
Selfishly and in vain, I try to keep my eyes open to let them know that they aren’t going to win. That I’m not going down without a fight. I can’t let them know that I’m losing hope as body is being deprived from the valuable oxygen.
Just when my eyes begin to droop close from struggling and lack of air flow, I hear the familiar click of a glock. “You tighten your mother fucking hand any tighter and I will kill every single person you care about, Slim Jim.”
Joe’s voice is a relief that I can’t celebrate at all. I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. “Let her go!” Joe says with authority.
Just when I feel myself getting tunnel vision and the outside sights are fading away, I feel the gun go off. With the hand that was around my neck gone, I collapse onto the ground and weeze. I suck in air by the mouthfuls until I feel like I’m going to choke on it.
I open my eyes and see Slim Jim laying in his blood with his eyes open. What’s the scariest part of it is, he’s looking straight at me.
Big Don and Big Sir approach Joe and another man that’s standing behind him with a machete in his hand. The other man looks like he’s wearing the same vest that Joe usually wears, but I’m not sure.
“You fucking asshole, Joe! You killed my brother. I don’t mess with you and your workings. Leave me alone with mine!” Big Sir says with a snarl and looks at me.
I have my hands wrapped around my throat in order to disguise what just happened to me. I know that he knows Slim Jim almost killed me, but I wanted the evidence to be hidden.
Joe steps up so he’s toe to toe. A bear vs. a mountain. This could be interesting. “When you slap my woman and then try to strangle her, it becomes my business. I thought we had an understanding. You stay off Lucifer’s Lair property and we stay off yours. If you’re going to back out of our deal, let me know. I have big plans for your property when you lose it,” Joe says with a slight smile on his face.
“How about you ask your girl how much she owes me? Maybe that will help shed some light on this.”
Big Don steps in front of me as I crab crawl towards the wall to rest on. I have no energy and I feel as if everything is spiraling out of control. I was just trying to pay off some of my debt and this is what happens.
Joe makes a fist and very quickly punches Big Sir in the stomach. As Big Sir sputters and grunts from the pain, the man that came with Joe steps up and hits Big Don in the face.
“Stop!” I yell out as loud as I can. Joe and the other guy he came with look at me like I’m crazy.
“Why?” Joe asks. “Because this piece of shit right here likes to sell drugs to pregnant women? He has no conscience and he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. This fucker is scum and now he’s slapping around you? No. Fuck that.”
Sell drugs to pregnant women? What is he even talking about?
Big Sir smiles crudely and then walks over to me where he squats so we are eye level. “Chantal, Chantal… You have just made things even more interesting for me. By the time we are done, you are going to give yourself to me that’s all there’s to it.”
“Stay off Lucifer’s Lair property!” The other man yells.
“By the way, the interest rate just went up. You now owe me 300 large and I want my money in a month. Do you hear me? If you don’t have every cent that I’m asking for, I will come by and take you.”
Joe’s eyes widen but he doesn’t falter as he walks over to me and slips his hands under my armpits to help me up. “That’s fucking ridiculous. She’s not paying it.”
Big Sir smiles and Big Don walks his short ass self over towards him with a sardonic smile. “Are you saying that you’re going to take it over?”
As he’s adjusting me to fit him, I wrap my arm around his neck to hold still. “I have his money in the trunk of my car.”
“How much?”
“All of what you gave me yesterday.”
The other
guy steps up towards the Bigs and shoos them away. “We’ll be in touch,” he says.
I knew that Big Sir wouldn’t leave without making a comment about what just happened. I didn’t know what he would say though. “You have no idea what you just did, Lucifer. I know who you are and I know everything. Watch your back. This bitch owes me money and I will get it back. One way or another.”
The Bear
I’m beyond pissed off at Chantal right now. She didn’t trust me enough to tell me what she got herself into? Fuck the fact that we’ve only known each other for a week. I let her into my club. I let her into my room. I let her know that someone in my club is trying to kill me and she didn’t think to mention that she owes Big Sir money?
“Joe… I’m sorry,” she begins to say as her arms go limp around my neck. I know that she’s trying to distance herself so that she wouldn’t seem vulnerable to me.
That’s not happening.
I look at Flip and point towards Slim Jim’s dead body. “I need a clean up crew and a bucket of ice.”
Flip nods his head and reaches for his phone but stops before he begins to dial it. “Where do you want to take him?”
I give him a knowing look and he chuckles. “Sure thing, prez. Go easy on Pinky. She’s had a hard day already.”
Chantal lets out a breath and then looks up at me. Her green eyes are shimmering from her tears that she’s shed. But the part that gets me the most, is the red hot hand print across her cheek. “Hear that? Your friend told you to go easy on me.”
“Get your money out of your car and meet me at my bike. We are going for a ride and have a chat.”
For just a moment, I thought for sure she was going to argue with me and when she doesn’t, I consider it a win.
Don’t strangle her. Don’t pick her up and carry her out of the alley like a caveman. Be smart. Don’t lose your cool.
My mantra isn’t working.
By the time she comes back, she’s holding a lock box in her hand and a set of keys in the other. I take both from her and she doesn’t protest. Once they’re in my hand, I stick my other one out and cup the back of her neck. She takes a breath and stares at my lips.
“Are you going to kiss me?” She whispers almost inaudibly.
My answer to her question is when I crush my mouth to hers. It’s a hungry kiss that’s met with feverous actions. Her hands dig into my hair and she pulls me closer to her as she grinds her little body against me. Her lips are soft and forceful all at the same time and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
“Ahem.”
I growl at the interruption and see Zipo standing there with all of his equipment that he needs to clean up this mess. “Boss, you might want to take that someplace else. I’ve got work to do.”
“Put him on ice when you get back to the clubhouse. I’ve got plans for this one.”
I drag Chantal back towards my bike and help her get on the back. “I don’t know how to ride one of these things,” she says nervously. I don’t like hearing her sound so unsure of herself.
Just for a split second, the thought of her being so new in my world is probably overwhelming, that I almost stop being mad at her and kiss her.
I take my keys out of my pocket and unlock my saddlebag to stick her box in there and after I’m done, I drop another kiss on her lips. “Do whatever feels natural.”
“Easy for you to say,” she gripes.
I chuckle and hop onto my bike. “You should be proud to know that you’re the first woman to ride on this bike. Congrats.”
With my back facing her, I can’t tell if she’s smiling but I can only assume that she likes this revelation. “Good.”
We don’t speak as I start up the bike and she grips onto my waist for dear life. I try to not scare her and do anything that’s going to give her a heart attack, but it’s no fun driving without being a little reckless.
After a few minutes, she relaxes her grip and I can breathe again. With each turn that I make, she flows with my body almost as if she’s an extension of me. It feels good to have her on the back of my bike. I like it.
Fuck, I probably like it too much.
Chantal
Why am I grinning like a crazed fool as I’m gripping this hotter than sin man’s abs? Not only is he sexy, but his abs definitely have a pack going on. From what I can feel, it’s at least a six pack.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much and my eyes begin to open to look at what we are passing. The road is rather busy and people turn to look at us as we drive past them. Joe drives past a few bikers and they chin lift each other as if they knew who Joe was. The feeling of camaraderie is actually quite nice and I wonder if this happens every time he rides past people that are bikers.
I get over the initial fear of riding around on a motorcycle where I could fall to my death. You know? Massive injuries and brain damage type of thing. Now, I’m kind of enjoying it.
He pulls into this driveway that is hidden from the road. If you weren’t looking for it, you would have driven right past it. “Where are we?” I ask as he parks the bike.
Joe pulls out a cigarette and lights it while he’s still balancing the bike with his legs. Damn, he’s got to have some strong muscles to keep this bike from falling over.
Very carefully, he gets off of his bike and then holds his hand out for me. I take it and then get the instructions on how to get off the bike without embarrassing myself. “Slide your right leg over the seat and then hop down.”
I do as instructed and fight the urge to throw my hands up in the air because I was proud of myself. My thighs hum from the intense vibrations of sitting on the seat. Indiscreetly, I rub my thighs in hopes that the vibrations will fade.
“That doesn’t work, baby,” Joe laughs.
“Damn it.”
“Come on, let’s go inside.”
I follow a few steps behind him because I’m still not sure where we are and I don’t want to cause anymore problems for Joe than I already have.
The driveway looks to be freshly asphalted with no cracks or creases in it. I can see a big garage off to the side of the house that has hangar sized doors in it. Does he have a fucking plane?
By the time we get to the front of the house, I’m completely in awe. There’s brick that surrounds the front of the house and a huge wooden door that could fit three people walking into it. Each shutter that is next to a window is painted a deep red to match the wood of the house. A porch is in front with comfy looking chairs and a barbeque pit in front.
Curiosity is plaguing me, and I look around to see if he has any neighbors. Nope, none that I can see.
“Who’s house is this?” I ask him as I take a step back to admire the two story house with a widow’s walk on the top of it. There’s a circular and nautical window in the center of it that makes me long to take a look.
“Mine. We have some shit to discuss and I want no interruptions. Give me your phone.”
Picking my battles and realizing that right now is not the time to pick an argument, I hand over both of my phones. He places them on one of the chairs and then opens his front door by using his fingertips.
“Did you just unlock the door by using your fingerprints?” I question. That is some high tech security systems that he has in place and I wish I would have got that for my house.
He nods and then pushes open the door. I take a step inside and then look around to the high ceilings with vaults through them. A huge screen television is to the left with an overstuffed leather couch. I can see a wet bar next to it and I’m instantly thirsty for a drink.
I have a feeling that this is not going to be a conversation that I’m going to like.
“Go sit on the couch. I’m going to get me a scotch. Do you want one?”
I nod my head and then walk over to the comfy looking couch. I sit at the edge next to the arm rest and wait for him to come back to talk to me. I know that he’s going to ask a bunch of questions but I don’t know if I want to answer them rig
ht now. What am I supposed to say to a person that is a stranger to me?
He walks back towards me holding two drinks in his hands and sits next to me on the couch. As I take my glass from him, I fight the urge to chug the contents of it.
When Joe takes a sip, he places the cup on the dark wooden coffee table next to the three remotes. His green eyes seem sharp and I know he’s trying to figure out the bees nest that he just jumped into.
“Start from the beginning.”
The Bear
Having Chantal in my space after I feel as if she deceived me is a lot for me to take in right now. I love having her here and she makes my home seem less like a bachelor pad, but I still want to throttle her.
The whole ride over here, I was contemplating where to take her. If I should take her back to the clubhouse or to my house in order to have a serious conversation. Secrets and betrayal is what led me to finding Chantal in the first place, and I don’t want to feeling fucking paranoid when I’m with her.
