by Eden Rose
“When did my car get here?” She asks me after climbing off of the bike like a pro.
Hot damn. A feeling of pride swirls in my gut as I watch her slide off of my bike like she’s been riding forever.
I shrug and then grab her hand to pull her into the clubhouse so I could find out what happened to my brother. “Baby, I know we have a lot to discuss, but why don’t you go wait in my room? I have to talk to my brothers for a little bit.”
“All right,” she says as she starts walking down the hallway to my room.
Hopefully, she’s going to do some work or something to make the time go by quickly for her. This meeting is going to be a long one and I have a feeling I’m going to piss off a lot of my fucking brothers.
“Everyone with a bottom rocker that says you belong to this club, I want your asses seated at this mother fucking table now!” I demand as I walk through the main room of the clubhouse. “Those of you that are probates, I want you outside right now circling the perimeter. Dismissed!” I yell as I walk to my table in the back office.
The thing that I like about the table, which is a fancy form of saying our club meeting, is that the room has an electric charge that jams phones from being able to work in here. As a rule that I put in place, I demand that all phones are left outside of the room anyways, but this is the added security I needed.
Mack Truck, Q Ball, Slice, Flip and Smokey make up my main officers with titles. These are the five people that are supposed to have my back no matter what and they get the second most kick back. Smokey is my vice president and is next in line for the throne if I ever give it up. Mack Truck, Q Ball, Flip and Slice are my lieutenants that I send out to enforce my rules and regulations to the general public.
A few years ago, we all decided that we wanted to help our community by being more involved. Yeah, we like to help and all of that shit but we needed the community to think we weren’t that bad of people. Now what we do is put a little money into all of the businesses in our small town and offer them guidance.
I don’t bother waiting until I get to my seat before I begin what I have to say. “First things first, boys. Why the fuck was Half Ball picked up like this? I’m livid that my brothers are so easily picked up.”
Flip cleared his throat and then looked around the table at everyone that is sitting here with us. “Half Ball was picked up because he got sloppy. He didn’t lock his doors nor did he set his fucking alarm at the house. What’s worse than that? He didn’t even have his gun on his holster.”
“How do you know about the holster?” Smokey asks him and lights a cigarette.
Man, that’s a good idea. I light a cigarette of my own and have to fight from smoking too fast. “Do you have feed on the house?” I inquire.
“Of course I do,” Flip says arrogantly. “I have feeds on all of your fucking houses. We live within the one percent of the population who follows through on what we want. I need to make sure everyone is safe. You got a problem with it? Let me know because I won’t change it.”
“No need to get hasty,” Q Ball says.
Slice growls at the table and rubs his hand over his face in exasperation. “Look, we need to get Half Ball back and we need to do it right fucking now. I say we do a little recon and see what they want.”
I nod my head and puff on my cigarette until it’s cashed. Damn it. That went too fast. I light another one and puff two puffs before addressing the table. “Who here thinks it’s a rival? I want to know what you all think before we go blazing through everyone’s clubs with our AK’s.”
Flip makes a noise and it draws all of our attentions to him. “Prez and I had a run in with Big Sir, Slim Jim and Big Don today.”
Smokey bangs his fist on the table and looks at me with hatred in his eyes. This wouldn’t be the first time that he has had a problem with what I do with my club. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now, prez?”
Mack Truck and Slice both grunt out their gripes and I roll my eyes at them. God damn Flip and his fucking big ass mouth.
“All right. Do we want to throw down in a chapter room or do you want to get Half Ball back? Let me know which one is more important to you, Veep.”
I’m challenging my vice president and everyone at this table knows why. Smokey has been a thorn in my side since I got the president patch. Granted, I knew that he was in the club longer than myself, but he didn’t get picked. My dad was the president before me and when he died, he left it all to me. Which meant, passing up his Veep, Smokey.
Smokey shakes his head and then says: “Let’s go see Big Sir and find out if he’s the one that took our brother.”
I nod and then finish my cigarette. The room is full of fog from our cigarettes and it’s like a dark cloud over us. “We have ten minutes until we go for a run. I want you to grab your Glocks and tell your families to get their asses here in an hour. I’m leaving one of you brothers here to watch over the prospects and the families.”
Out of spite, my first pick for the person to stay is Smokey. I know that he would watch our families but I don’t know if I could trust him. That’s the problem.
And then it clicked. Fucking Smokey was the one that tried to blow me up.
Chantal
I wait in Joe’s room as he does whatever he does behind closed doors. I’m half tempted to go outside of the door and listen to what they are talking about but I decide against it. Why? Because I would probably get lost in these maze of hallways.
I take my computer and one of the hard drives to the bed and plop myself down on it to see if any of my leads have kicked in. I smile to myself as I hear the “ding” of my notifications box buzz for me to take a look.
Before I left this morning to go see Big Sir, I began seeping into the FBI’s portal to see if I could get information that way.
I click on all of the links to see which ones pop up with information for me. What a complete shocker. A majority of the guys have a record. That wasn’t something that I didn’t expect and I knew that was a huge possibility. I quickly save all of the files and then move onto the military records website.
The funny thing about the government, they don’t hide their information that well and it makes it easy for someone like me to find the information that I need.
Joe gave me a roster of all of the brothers in his club with their real names and their road names. I start at the top of the list and then work my way down.
After I have typed in everyone’s names, the door opens and Joe stands in front of me with a worried look on his face. He walks over to me and picks up my computer to push it off of me. Once it’s gone, he blankets me with his body and kisses the shit out of me.
The heat from his hard body sets my skin on fire and I moan in his mouth. I don’t wait for the invitation to stick my tongue in his mouth and I do it anyways.
He cups my face and holds himself up with his elbows on either side of my head. That wicked pelvis of his is rubbing just right on my already too sensitive center. I gasp when he pushes his clothed dick in me and then he stops.
I’m beyond frustrated that he stopped. I want so badly to be taken by him again. I’m not going to lie, I loved giving that part of myself over to him. So sexy. “What the hell was that?” I gripe out of despair.
Before I met Joe, I had never knew that passion was something out there. I thought it was something made up and now I knew the truth. I just had to wait for a man to show me that passion is out there.
Joe brushes the hair out of my eyes and then kisses me one last time before getting off of me to go to his closet. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand after he ignores me.
“I need to go handle some business. I will be back as soon as I can,” he says to me as he loads his Glock. “But I want you to look into my Veep, Smokey. When I get back, I have some stuff to talk to you about.”
My mouth drops as he puts on his cut and then ties a bandana around his face. Everything that I thought about him had faded away as he emerged in his battle
gear. Of course I knew that Joe must have done some things that are considered illegal, but I didn’t focus on that.
The way he looks right now, reminds me of a soldier going to war or something.
I don’t even think about it, I jump off the bed and run to his arms. He doesn’t have a second to react but he does catch me so I don’t fall on the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and then wrap my legs around his waist like I’m a baby chimp. I bury my face in his neck and take a deep breath of the cigarettes and leather.
His hands wrap around the back part of my thighs and he holds me to him almost as if he needed the comforting touch as much as I do.
“What’s this about?” He asks in my ear.
I shrug and bury my face in deeper. I don’t answer him but I do sink my teeth into his neck. He hisses out as my teeth clamp against his skin and I feel a sense of accomplishment. “I don’t know. I just felt the urge to give you a hug. I don’t know what you are doing and I’m not sure I want to know. Just come back to me and we will pick up where we left off,” I say to him as I hop off of him. My feet hit the ground but he’s still holding onto the cheeks of my ass in his bearpaws.
“Bear!” Someone yells at the door and then bangs on it. “We gotta roll out, man. Time’s a wastin’!”
Joe sighs and then lets my ass go. “I want you on the bed when I get back. I don’t know when I will but you need to stay here.”
I nod my head and then make my way back to the bed. He walks out the door but before he closes it he looks back at me and winks.
I’ve known this man existed for a couple of weeks. Just a couple of weeks and I already feel as if I have a void in my life without him here. Fuck. I’m in trouble.
The Bear
The weight of the club rests on my shoulders and I feel as if I’m walking into an ambush.
Slice was waiting for me on the other side of the door and pats my shoulder as we walk out. “You’ll be back in time to get laid, Bear. Don’t worry,” he pacifies me.
I shrug him off and then bare my teeth at him. “It’s not about getting laid. It’s about the fact that one of my men is out there and I don’t even know where the fuck he is.”
All of my top ranking lieutenants are waiting for us at the bay door and we all walk to our bikes. I pass up riding my personal bike and go towards the one I use while doing club shit.
There’s a total of fifteen of us standing around making sure that all of our gear is right and I look over to my left. I can see Chantal pressed against the glass watching me leave. I adjust my bandana so that I could wink at her and she blushes.
“All right, boys. Simple formation. You know where you stand and where you ride. When we get there, I want it to be Armageddon when we pull up. Our best option is a surprise attack and if they have Half Ball, we can get him out quickly. You got me?” I say to everyone.
Smokey shakes his head but climbs onto his bike and starts it up as if that is going to tell me how he feels about the situation and the call I’ve made.
Knowing that this animosity is pissing me the fuck off, I decide to say something to everyone. I throw my fist in the air and everyone follows me. This has always been my signal that I want to have a serious conversation with everyone.
All of my men are squatted on their bikes and waiting for me to say whatever I have to say and I hope it resonates with them. “Look, I know a lot of you are not happy with my decisions about getting our brother back. If you’re not fuckin’ happy, say something right now. Just remember one thing though, the longer you sit here belly achin’ about how you don’t like something, Half Ball could be suffering.”
I finish my rant and light another cigarette. While I take a deep pull off of it, the guys are looking around and then back at me trying to decide if I were serious. Smokey is glaring at me as if I just kicked his cat or whatever.
Nobody says a damned thing.
“Well, that’s settled. Men, I need you on your A Game and we need to bring all brothers back. You got me?”
“Aye!” Everyone says at the same time but Smokey.
Slice hops off of his bike and walks over to where he’s standing to talk to me. “I move to have Smokey off of this mission,” he states to us as a group.
Mack Truck stands up to his full height next to his bike and had stopped loading the bullets into his gun. “Are you serious? For fuck’s sake.”
I use my left hand to bring my cigarette to my mouth and I hold the butt with my lips while ripping my bandana off of my face. “You got something to say?” I demand.
Flip takes this a cue to step up and tell us how he feels. “Fuck all of you. Our brother has been kidnapped and we are all at each other’s throats. This is bull shit. Prez, with all do respect, we need to go. Now!”
“We will discuss all of this when we get back. If you aren’t on the team to get Half Ball back, then pack your shit,” I say and hop on my bike.
I knew in this moment, Smokey was the one who tried to set me up and bomb me. If he stays, is he going to fuck with Chantal? If he comes with me, is he going to stab me in the ribs?
Chantal
JEN: you scratchin your kitty?
ME: where do you come up with this shit?
JEN: i’m basically a dude without a dick
JEN: how’s the top secret job?
ME: good… So, I’ve got something to tell you…
JEN: please tell me you had a gang bang and now they want me there too!
ME: for real!
JEN: fine, what’s going on, chickidee?
ME: I’m starting to really like Joe…
JEN: more than just fuckin’ him?
ME: the sex is awesome!
JEN: rub it in… how big is his dick?
ME: HUGE! With a Jacob’s Ladder
JEN: marry him and tell me he’s a twin
ME: you don’t think I’m being stupid?
JEN: nope. Not at all. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone.
ME: okay. thanks
ME: but what happens if he has a bunch of bitches on the side?
JEN: that could happen with anyone. Just take it slow and let it happen
ME: you know I’m not good at this
JEN: then bail
ME: but it’s good sex
JEN: then tell him - are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine all over you
ME: i worry about you
JEN: girl, you should be more worried about what I don’t say
Knowing that Jen is just getting started, I put my phone face down on the bed so I won’t be tempted to text her back. This girl is fucking crazy.
I type in a couple of codes into the forum and am immediately satisfied with what I found. Reports and reports have popped up and a lot of it has to do with the brothers’ military records.
It’s been three hours and I have made some amazing headway but now I’m in need of caffeine. I close the lid of my computer and slide off of the bed to look for something to wear.
After Joe left, I took it upon myself to swim in his shower to wash off all of the sex that we had. I’m one of those people that work better when I’m comfortable and I’m comfortable smelling like my own self.
Now that I’m dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt, I walk out of the room in hopes of finding the kitchen to get coffee. The smell of bacon wakes me up even more and I follow my nose to where the smell is.
I’m right at the edge of the kitchen and I could hear people talking about my and Joe’s relationship. With my ear pressed against the metal door, I hear a group of girls talking.
“Did you see her yet? I expected The Bear to have some better taste than some weird bitch that just shows up,” one woman says.
The next one giggles and then replies: “I know, right? She’s pretty bland with nothing attractive about her. Bear won’t be satisfied with some little bitch like her.”
All of my insecurities are being broadcasted for all of these skanks to know about. Even though
I just got talked off the ledge by Jen, now I’m right back to where I was to begin with.
“What’s with the pink hair? Is she trying to be that fucking singer, Pink?”
Knowing that it was my turn to make my presence known, I clear my throat and then walk into the kitchen. I smile sweetly at the four women who are standing around a box of donuts and a pissy look on their faces.
I recognized one of them as the girl who was all over Joe the other day and I point a smile to her. Of course you remember, the one who’s ass I kicked? “Are you telling tales?” I inquire.
