by Eden Rose
All ten ranked members are crowding in the room and I see them all with a look of disgust on their faces. “These men have threatened our way of life and was going to sell our pipeline to Big Sir to make more money. These men that we have treated like brothers have betrayed us to make more money. These greedy fucking men kidnapped my ol’ lady and almost killed her so she would hack into our bank information online to transfer the money. Are we going to let them take our colors to the otherside?” I yell out to them in a motivational speech type of way.
“No! Fuck the damn bastards!” Bic shouts out and runs over to Smokey first. I watch as he kicks over his chair and Smokey’s head smashes against the concrete floor. “You asshole mother fucker.”
I don’t participate in the destroying of the ink on their skins. I don’t feel as if I have the right to do something so ceremonial with my brothers but what I do do is think about how differently this could have ended up. I know it’s not the end, but it sure feels like shit is about to change.
Chantal
Joe’s eyes are tinted with red and my heart breaks for him. My heart shatters into little glass pieces that literally hurt my chest and I reach my hand out to touch his cheek. I don’t know what the hell we are or if we are ever going to be anything, but I do hope that he feels something for me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask him. My thumb rubs against the apple of his cheek and he butts his head against me.
“Fuck, baby. I thought something happened to you. When they told me you left, I was scared. I couldn’t lose another person. I just couldn’t bury another woman that has my heart in their hands.”
Tears begin to leak from my eyes and I look at my parents staring at us with wonder. “I know you guys don’t know me and you’re probably wondering what the fuck just happened… I can’t tell you everything but I’m so sorry from the bottom of my heart. You have my sincere apology.”
“I love you,” I blurt out.
My mouth closes right up and my eyes grow big. I feel the tips of my ears start to flame red and I cringe. “Uh, oh shit,” I mutter and place my hands over my face.
Joe looks down at me and he winks. He doesn’t say anything but he just winks at me. I’m so fucking embarrassed that it’s making me want to throw up! This is awful.
My parents are staring at me with their mouth open and then they shrug. “Well, uh, son, you have some explaining to do about what you're doing with my daughter,” my dad says.
“All in good time,” Joe responds.
*
By the time my parents left, I was beyond ready to get out of this sterile room that I was in while I healed. The walls are white and there’s a sickening smell of bleach that is permeating my nose.
I look over to my left and see that Joe is looking at his phone rather intently but I’ve had enough of this silence. I want answers and I want to know what the hell happened. I want to know everything that he could tell me and it has to be now.
Each breath that I take, I hope it’s another breath that will give me the courage to ask the important questions. There’s so much of what happened over the past few weeks that I can’t even fathom and it’s creating more anxiety in me than I need right now.
“What are you thinkin’ about over there, baby?” Joe’s smooth voice speaks out and I look over at him still not looking at me. “I can hear your brain movin’ and I know that you’ve got something to say.”
I nod my head and then reach out for his cell phone. I grab it out of his hands and then place it on the other side of my body so it would make him work a little harder to get it. “I, uh. I need to ask you something…” I hedge and close my eyes a little.
“Go on,” Joe encourages me.
“What are we? What the fuck just happened? Why did it happen? How did Smokey and Q Ball know that it was me that hacked into their computers?” My questioning is interrupted by Joe who places two fingers over my lips.
I fight the urge to not bite the pads of his fingers.
He leans in and brushes his lips on my forehead and I smile at his gesture. “Chantal, I don’t know what we are but I know that we’re somethin’. I’m not no knight in shiny armor that you girls fantasize over. But I am a man in leather that can’t imagine my life without you.”
My cheeks heat up from his words and my eyes begin to leak with tears. No one has ever said anything like that to me and it’s amazing. There is one more important question. “Who is Dana and J.J.?” I blurt.
The man that has captured my thoughts and wormed his way into my heart, takes a deep breath and then looks up at the sky.
The Bear
This pink haired woman has the ability to slice me open and make me spill everything that I have kept to myself.
“Bear!” Slice calls through the door.
“What?” I yell back. Chantal winces at the loudness and I lean over to kiss her cheek. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“You gonna be stayin’?” He asks me.
I look over at the door and then back at Chantal and I knew exactly what I needed to do. I needed to get her out of here so I could talk to her about Dana and J.J. Being in the clubhouse, there are too many distractions and too many people around that could fuck us up.
“No,” I answer. When he doesn’t say anything, I look down at Chantal’s face. Her lips are the puffy pink that I think about all day and her cheeks are flushed. “Baby, wanna get out of here?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
Even though she tries to get up off of the bed, I lean over her and pick her up bridal style. “Alright, are you good for riding in a car?” I ask her. She nods her head and burrows into my chest.
I don’t stop and talk to anyone on my way out of the clubhouse and I don’t give a shit if that’s rude. I handled the club business and now it’s time for me to handle what’s going on with Chantal.
The drive to my house is quick and easy to the point where we don’t even say anything. Chantal leans over her body to take off her seat belt but I stop her. “No, baby. I will help you get out.”
I don’t know where this helpful shit came from or this nurturing shit. I will tell you that it feels natural. It feels like second nature to take care of my girl and I want to do it forever. The thought normally would freak me out, but I know that it’s okay with her.
The walk into my house is slower than normal because I’m not wanting to tell her about Dana and J.J. I don’t want to tell her how I was a fucking fool and didn’t even know that my girlfriend was fucking my soon to be brother. I don’t want her to know that I couldn’t stop Dana from getting high and prostituting while pregnant.
Once we are seated on the couch, I drap Chantal over my lap and hold onto her. “Now, what was the question?” I ask just to be a smart ass.
“Who is Dana and J.J.?” Her words are rushed.
“Dana was my girlfriend in highschool and she was addicted to cocaine even while she was pregnant. It was pretty fuckin’ bad and I couldn’t stop her. When she told me she was pregnant, I thought for sure that she would stop doin’ it, but she didn’t. She just got better at hidin’ it.”
Her little hands cup my cheeks and she brings my face down to look at her. “It’s not your fault, Joe.”
Damn it. Can she see through me or something?
“It is, though. The whole thing is my fault because I didn’t stop her.”
“How could you have stopped an addict? You can’t.”
I take a deep breath and continue to look at her trusting face knowing that I’m going to piss her off. “The day that she O.D’d, she bought drugs from Big Sir. He sold her the mother fuckin’ drugs even though he knew she was pregnant. Anyways, I got picked up from skippin’ school and the officer told me that I needed to go to the hospital because Dana was there.”
Her eyes widen and I feel a sense of pride that she cares this much about me.
“She died and the baby died with her,” I whisper.
“It wasn’t your fault. Her first love w
as her drugs. It was nothing that you did.”
I shake my head and then pull my face out of her hold. “There was, though. I could have called the cops and told them that she doin’ drugs… I didn’t want to get her in more trouble though.”
I can feel the feather like touches from Chantal and it makes me feel good. A lot better than I deserve.
“Anyways, I found out the other day that J.J. was Smokey’s kid and he was bangin’ my girl that whole time. I can’t explain the feeling that I have.”
She nods her head in understanding and then places her hands on my face to get me to look at her. “I know how you felt. Relief.”
“Baby-” I start but she cuts me off.
“Kiss me.”
I lean down and take her mouth and everything that she’s offering me. My tongue pushes its way into her mouth and I taste her for what she is. She tastes delicious and all mine.
Her hands reach to the back of my shirt on my nape and she starts to tug it off of me and I allow her. Once I’m shirtless, I rip off her clothes too after I throw her down on the couch. I grip both ends of her pants and yank them down her smooth legs until they are off.
I want to see all of her.
Chantal naked is a sight that will forever be engraved in my mind and so will her words that she spoke back at the clubhouse. “Say them again,” I whisper against her neck. My body is effectively covering hers now and I push my covered dick into her cleft. Even though my dick is still clothed, I can feel the heat from her arousal.
She moans and throws her head up to look at my back. I’m almost positive that she was trying to see my face, but I’m not fucking finished with her neck yet. After a few beats and she still hasn’t said anything, I sink my teeth into her neck right where her pulse is. “I love you!” She squeals and rubs herself against me.
I take my left hand and push down my pants until they are on my thighs and then I shove myself into her tight and wet pussy. “Fuck, how does it feel better every time?” I grunt against her neck.
“It’s because we were meant to be together… And meant to fuck like rabbits.”
Epilogue- The Bear
Shit is about to get real real quick. I’m standing outside of the meeting hall where I was told to meet the rest of my brothers to discuss my faith for what I did. Chantal’s standing next to me and she’s looking as scared as I am.
I’m scared shitless over how badly I fucked up and now I’m going to lose everything. If I lose my position in the club, I will be kicked out immediately and everything will just get worse. If I get kicked out, does that mean that Chantal’s going to leave me too? Fuck.
She places her hand on my arm and then leans in to kiss my shoulder. “Everything’s going to be okay, Joe. No matter what, you got me.”
“Joe, we’re ready for you,” Bic says at the door.
Since I know that I can’t bring my cut inside, I slip it off my shoulders and hand it over to Chantal. She grabs it greedily and sniffs the collar of it to smell my cologne. I look at her holding my cut and the realization that this could be the last time that I see my cut kicks in. My panic level starts to rise.
I can’t show my fear to my girl so I just turn and walk in with Bic. If I look at her any longer, I’m going to crack and I could possibly start cryin’ like a little bitch.
The minute I walk into the room, I feel as if I’m in court again. Fuck, this is court.
It’s been a week since we put down Q Ball and Smokey. For the past week I have been on probation and given little to do. It’s weird not being the acting president but at least they didn’t kick me out of my room. Chantal and I have been staying in my place away from here in order to get her away from everyone that stares at her.
Val is just plain nasty to my girl and that’s what kills me more than anything. Chantal didn’t do anything that I didn’t ask her to do. She did what she was paid to do and that’s it. Nothing more.
“Brothers,” Bic says as he stands in front of everyone. “We are here to discuss the actions of our president of our club. Since we don’t need a recap of what was done, I want you all to listen to what The Bear has to say and then cast your vote.”
I take a deep breath and rub my hands down the front of my jeans. “I know what I did was fucked up beyond repair and you all have every right to be mad at me. I did what I thought was best and I didn’t want everyone to get as paranoid as me. After everything that I have seen in this club and with clubs around, it freaks me out because I don’t want to see our brotherhood go up in flames. You might not agree with me, but I hope that none of you have to feel the fear that I felt when I didn’t know who was trying to kill me or take over this club. I’m sorry that I didn’t go about this a different way and I understand if you want me out. What I ask is that you remember that I’m your brother, too. I have bled for this club, I have killed for this club and I have done it all beside you.”
I don’t say anything else and I let my words sink in.
Chantal
Have you ever felt as if your life was up in flames? Yeah, I feel that way right now. Joe is in there and he’s discussing everything that he has done and there’s not a damn thing that I can do to protect him. I can’t throw myself in the middle and tell them it was all my fault. I can’t do anything.
So I just wait.
The past week, Joe and I have spent every minute together making love and enjoying each other’s company. It has been nice but there was a storm cloud that followed us everywhere we went.
His worrying about what is happening with the club has rubbed off on me and I’m scared shitless about what is going to happen.
It’s been ten minutes and I have paced this whole hallway waiting for something. I need something to let me know what happened. If we’re going to be okay. Anything.
Just when I’m about to go crazy, the door opens and Joe’s standing in front of me with a weird look on his face. I rush over to him and throw my arms around his shoulders. He doesn’t move as I do so and I fight the urge to shield him with my body.
“Joe, what happened?” I ask him. I’m holding his cut in my hands still and it’s dangling down his back.
“Baby… Ah, fuck.”
My eyes begin to flood with tears and I can’t help but hold onto him tighter. “It’s okay, everything is going to be fine,” I soothe.
“They didn’t kick me out. I’m still the president.”
I jump up out of his arms and scream out loud. “Holy shit! That’s amazing!”
“Chantal, I know we’ve had a bumpy start and things haven’t been easy. Thank you for standing by me the whole time.”
“It’s okay-”
He cuts me off and places his finger over my mouth. “Will you be my ol’ lady? I asked the club and they said they already consider you part of the family. But you can’t hack into their shit anymore.”
“What does that mean?” I ask and furrow my brow. Is he telling me that he loves me? Is that what that means?
Fuck. I need to stop being a girl.
“It means that you’ll be my girl and that’s all that matters.”
I smile and nod my head at him.
The door opens again and Mack Truck is standing there with a big smile on his face. “I don’t like what you did, but thanks for finding out who did it.”
I look at Joe and wink at him. “I love you,” I mouth to him.
The Bear
I’m anxious to see how Chantal is going to handle a party of this magnitude. Once a month or so, the club throws a party at an abandoned warehouse and we charge for people to get in. The money that is raised is going to be donated to a charity that we elected.
This year, we have decided to donate the money to a rehab center. With everyone that we’ve lost and everyone that has gotten greedy with drugs, we decided to give back to help those who suffer from addiction.
Even though the pain from what happened with Dana has subsided, I will always carry her with me. I will always remember how sh
e suffered and allowed drugs to rule and ruin her life. I can’t let anyone else go through this.
“Chantal, are you almost ready?” I ask through the door.
For some reason, she wanted to get ready in my room at the clubhouse and she’s kicked me out so I can’t see her. Thoughts of her naked body inside of my room and her womanly scent all over my room flood my mind and spread to my dick.
I have zero blood flow going to my head.
“Yeah, just give me a second!” She calls through the door.
I smirk to myself as I think of something smart ass to say. “I didn’t know we were getting married!” I yell.
