Grim: The beginning (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  I kick back in my chair and wait for my brothers to take the vote. I know I am asking a lot of them, by asking them to go into business with the one man we have worked so damn hard to get away from. But I can't let this shit weigh on my shoulders. Red and her daughter should be together. If I can make this work, I can send them away from here to start a new life. Some place safe. Some place she won’t have to look over her shoulder for Hook.

  The vote is unanimous, I will offer for the club to give Hook a cut of our moonshine business, if he gives me Red and her daughter willingly. If he says no, I’ll kill that motherfucker, as soon as I get the opportunity. My brothers insist I take someone with me other than Red, so it is decided that I will take one of the potentials with me. It will be a good way to test Jailbait. He is young, but the motherfucker is loyal. Romeo recruited him when he was serving for a DUI. Romeo knew he would be an asset when he watched him take down the biggest guy on the block, when he tried to force him to give him a blowjob. Jailbait might look little, but the brother is mean. If he does good tonight, I will recommend he gets his patch at the next choir.

  Jailbait and I will ride out with Red once the meeting with Hook is confirmed. In the meantime, I am going back to my trailer to see if I can get a taste of that sweet pussy that has been burning through my mind all damned morning.

  Back at my trailer, Red is gone. Where in the fuck is she? I go room to room, but she is nowhere to be found. Out in the court I see Foxie and some of the boys working in the garden. We grow a lot of our own veggies and herbs to help with cost at the bar. “Foxie, you seen a woman with flaming red hair walking around?”

  Her eyes narrow on me. “Yeah, about fifteen minutes ago, she got a ride into town with the beer man.” She shrugs and wipes dirt from her cheek. “Should I have stopped her?” She smiles at me then bends back down to tend to her gardening.

  Fuck. I wipe the sweat beading off my brow. I kick over the garden tools leaning against the fence post. I don't know what direction the delivery guy was headed but I guarantee I know where Red is headed. Storming back into the clubhouse on a mission, I yell, “Jailbait, let’s ride.”

  I shoulda just let her go and let fate have his way, but I couldn’t let her go. I wanted her more than I wanted anything, ever. I needed her in a way I didn’t even understand. I was going to have her at any cost.

  “But what about the plan?” He asks, but he is following close behind me, ready to ride or die by my side. Just as a brother should.

  “Plan is dead for now, let's move.”

  “Hell yeah, brother.” He puts his gloves on and fires his hog to life as I do the same.

  Tying a black bandana over my head, I tap my waistband to make sure I am packing my piece. Slim gets out the door of the clubhouse just in time to watch us ride out. Prez isn't going to be happy with me, but if I want to save Red, I have to go now. Gotta stop her from doing something stupid and getting her ass killed.

  Traveling the highway to hell at ungodly speed, we come up on the delivery truck. It isn't hard to spot Red, with her wild red hair blowing out the window. I signal to Jailbait to let him know to stay at the rear of the truck. I am going to pull up to the driver and get him to stop, so I can get Red's crazy ass, and put her under lock and key at the clubhouse, until tonight. Better yet, I have it in my mind that I am going to take her back home with me, and I am going to fuck her until she sees things my way.

  Pulling up alongside of the delivery driver, I motion for him to pull over. No need to tell him twice, he knows not to fuck with us. He has been delivering beer to the Roadhouse for five years now. Occasionally we give him a little strange and some change, for keeping his mouth shut about what he sees in our clubhouse.

  I pull over in front of the truck with Jailbait in the rear. I get off my motorcycle and grin when our eyes meet. Red has her arms crossed and a look on her face that lets me know she isn't coming easily. I call out to her, “Red, don't make this hard on yourself, you know, and I know that in about sixty seconds you are going to be on the back of my Harley. And in another twenty minutes, your nails are going to be scratching down my back as you cry out my name while I claim that pussy, baby.” Opening the cab door, I step up and I rub my days old stubble against her face. A small smile forms at the corners of her mouth. Pulling her from the truck, I throw a twenty down on the seat for the driver, for his trouble.

  Without a word of protest, she climbs on my bike with me. She leans in close, wrapping her arms around my waist. Before I pull out, she whispers in my ear, “How do you know it won’t be you crying out my name?”

  “Fuck, Red, you do funny shit to my brain, so damn sexy,” I say back over my shoulder.

  She laughs, singing a melody only my heart can hear. A sound that I knew deep down would haunt me for years.

  We get back to the clubhouse, and Slim is waiting out front looking ready to unleash ten kinds of hell on my ass for storming off the grounds earlier.

  “So, fucker, do I need to grab Inkman, so you can brand your bitch?” Red is looking at Slim like he grew a second head. “I haven't ever seen Grim, chase after some strange before, hell any woman for that matter.” He shakes his head and chuckles under his breath. Guess he isn’t as angry as I thought he would be. Jailbait pulls up behind us just as entertained by us as fucking Slim.

  “Nah, Prez. Me and her just got some shit to work out is all.” I grab a hold of Red, sling her over my shoulder again, carrying her through the Roadhouse. As we pass the bar, Betty throws her rag on the counter. Pissed and jealous she storms off, as I continue to take Red to my room upstairs. Only thing I care about right now is sinking inside this woman and getting her out of my damn system. Then maybe I’ll stop thinking with my dick.

  Slamming her down on the mattress, I fucking growl at her. “What the fuck were you doing, you know one look at you on your own—Hook would have put a bullet between your eyes, and where would your daughter be? Where would I be if something happened to you on my watch, what then, Red?” She looks around at my room, gazing anywhere but at me. My room is in need of a good scrubbing; empty mason jars, and dirty clothes litter the floor, along with old pizza boxes.

  She looks astonished that I care so greatly about her and her wellbeing, or maybe it’s the shock of the filth in here compared to the cleanliness of my trailer. Those honey whiskey eyes that set me ablaze meet mine and she sighs. “I don’t know. I was sitting on the steps of your place, and I was looking at the kids playing, and I couldn't hurt them. I know it sounds weird but, I looked at them boys and wondered what if something happened to their family because of me. What if Hook attacks this place because of me? I can’t let anyone pay for my mistakes. I know what I did and who I did it to. I know what that club is capable of.” Her finger rubs the wound over her lip in reminder.

  I'm no pussy but I’d be a liar if I said her words didn't hit home for me. I love them little shits, Rebel and Striker, as if they are my own, I slide down beside of her on the mattress. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again, you feel me, Red? Don’t you ever...” I cup her face in my hands, rubbing my thumb over the cut on her lip. “Don’t you think you can ever walk away from me that easily again. You. Are. Mine. Now.” I drive the words home not even knowing where in the hell they are coming from. I’ve lost all coherent thought where she is concerned. “I won’t force you to stay, but I sure as hell won't let you go without doing this.” Taking my time, I kiss her real slow, and her mouth tastes like perfection. Tenderly, I suck her tongue and caress it with my own. Nibbling on my bottom lip, her hands travel up the back of my shirt. Her nails dig in my skin, her breathing is ragged, and pulling back, I shrug my cut off followed by my shirt. She doesn’t waste any time showing me those perky little titties. Her shirt is off and there isn’t a bra to hide her from me. She runs her hands over my chest, taking in all of the tattoos that cover my body.

  Swirling my tongue over her tight little pink buds, I suck on them unhurried—affectionately. I’d like to take her ro
ugh, but I get the feeling rough is all she has ever known, and I want her to know how a woman’s body is meant to be enjoyed. I want her to feel cherished. I kiss my way down her stomach, scraping my jawline over sensitive flesh. Goosebumps appear on her creamy skin. “Going to enjoy this,” I grit out as her body trembles at my touch. My tongue trails the outline of the waist of her pants. Watching her reaction to me is such a turn on as I unbutton her jeans. Her head is thrown back, with a smile playing on her lips, as I watch a small “O'” form as a ragged breath leaves her throat. My hand slips into the waistband of her panties, rubbing her small strip of hair. Reaching down further, her pussy is like liquid fire, so hot and ready, aching for my touch.

  “Can’t wait to taste you,” I confess. Getting her sweetness on my finger I bring it up to my mouth, for a taste, but she surprises me and licks her essence off my digit herself. This woman will be the death of my dick she has me so turned on. My engine is fired up, roaring, and ready to go. I am going to drive her body like I would my chopper. Full speed, no limits, hugging her curves real tight.

  Damn the things that woman was doing to me. She made me pure fucking crazy.

  Pressing my lips to her stomach, I pepper kisses along her soft skin until I reach her thighs. I look up at her and her eyes are on me filled with desire and trust. Seeing that faith that she has in me renews me and cements my needs for her.

  I’ve almost gotten her pants completely off when Jailbait comes beating down my door. “Grim, man, you in there.”

  I grip Red’s pants. “Go the fuck away. Unless you are bleeding or on fucking fire, get the fuck away from my door. And if you are bleeding or on fire, go get help elsewhere.”

  “Sorry, Grim. I know you're uh busy, but we gotta get ready to roll out. Hook wants to meet in less than an hour.”

  I jump up from the bed and roar, “Motherfucker!” I grab my shirt and cut off the floor. “Cover your titties. I don’t want Jailbait to pop a chubby.” I have this strange feeling of jealousy bubbling and filling me up inside. I feel like I would rip out a brother’s throat if he touched Red. Never felt this way before—jealousy, rage, over a woman I don’t even know. She’s damn near making me crazy. In-fuck-ing-sane.

  Tonight, after this shit is over, she is going to wear my brand, and I am going to get to take those damn panties off and claim what’s mine.

  I need to handle all my shit. I go by the kitchen on my way to find Slim and I find Betty in the kitchen making a pizza for Slim and Foxie’s kids. “You got a minute?” She needs to know that what we once shared won't be happening anymore. I don’t know what in the hell I am doing taking Benji's old lady, making her my own, and going after her child. She's got a little girl. A little girl who doesn’t deserve to grow up around me, but fuck I want Red, so I want her here with us. She is a part of her, even if she shares DNA with that sick bastard Benji.

  Betty licks her lips and shoots me a wink. “You know I always have time for you, Grim.” Sauntering over to the kitchen door, dressed to seduce, pushing her tits and ass out, puckering her lips, the whore is ready to go down on her knees right here if I say the word. “Boys, you go on out to the garden. I need me some tomatoes and whoever picks me the reddest ripest tomato gets a cookie.” Rebel and Striker take off running out the back door pushing and shoving.

  “Listen, we need to talk. You’ve always been real good to me, but me and you won't be having these little talks anymore. Thought you should know that I am branding Red. She’s going to be my top bitch around here from here on out.”

  “I understand, Grim. How about one for the road?” She goes down on her knees, and my dick is throbbing and twitching in my pants ready for release. After Red and I was interrupted, my cock and balls are aching—fucking blue balls. Betty’s hand is on my zipper and I am already about to blow. I have been fucking hard and horny ever since I first laid eyes on Red. The sound of my zipper being undone is interrupted by the burning smell of crust in the oven. What the fuck is wrong with me, how can I want to claim Red one minute and almost let Betty suck me off me the next. Red deserves better than me. I don’t know what I was thinking saying I was going to claim her. I can’t claim her. I’m no good for anyone. Not her. Not even a whore like fucking Betty. I will get the kid and help them get to a safe place and then I am done. Her gypsy voodoo is making me go insane. Fucking torture. If there’s a damn purgatory she’s tossed me straight into the damn flames.

  Turning my back on Betty, I meet up with Slim to ask him to reach out to one of our affiliated clubs and ask if they can hide Red and her girl for a while. “So, you’re going to let her go?”

  “Yeah, man, I am. This isn't no life for her and her little girl. You yourself said the best thing God ever did was making sure you had two boys, because you wouldn't want to raise no girls in this club.”

  “Brother, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant I couldn’t handle having daughters. You could have a family, Grim. If this chick is who will make you happy then I will stand by you. Whatever you decide. I got you.”

  I look over to the tables and see Foxie and Red taste testing Romeo's latest shine. Damn it, if she doesn't look like she just fits, like she has always been one of us. But not even five minutes ago I was ready to stick my Johnson down a whore’s throat moments after almost fucking Red. No, I take that back I wanted to make love to Red and that makes it even worse. I don’t do hearts and fucking flowers bullshit. Betty knows that, and she wanted me to know my place. But fuck her. No bitch puts me in place, not even my mother.

  Walking over to Foxie and Red, I take a swig of her mason jar. “Mmm...apple pie.” I lick the rim of the glass where her lips just were, savoring her taste. Red peeks up at me with those wild eyes, and I swear my heart stops beating for a minute. I don’t know how I am going to let her walk away from me. How do you give up the one person you’ve ever felt drawn to? I clear my throat and look away from her wanting nothing more than to lead her back up those damn stairs to my room and fuck her before I go to this meeting, but there’s no time for that. “Red, you’re with me,” I tell her and start walking. I stop at the bar and ask, “Jailbait, you ready to ride out?

  “Always,” I hear him respond as he slams his empty beer bottle on the bar top.

  I take another swig of the moonshine still in my hands for good measure. Though what I really want is to smoke a fat joint. I put the jar on the counter and look back to see Red and Foxie exchanging goodbyes. Betty comes out from behind the counter and places a kiss on my skull ring. “Ride free or die trying, stay safe, Grim.” A daggered glare shoots across the room from Red. I swear I can feel her gaze burning holes through me. Good to know I affect her too. Good to know that it isn’t just me feeling this magnetic pull between the two of us.

  I don’t think even Red herself knew what was brewing and growing between us, but she felt it too. We were made for each other.

  Watching Slim kiss Foxie goodbye makes me feel slightly envious. A part of me longs to be able to give myself to someone else so completely, to share a love like the one they have. But I don’t deserve that kind of love and I’m not capable of giving it despite what Red makes me think and feel.

  I take a moment to talk the plan over with Red before we leave. “Do not get off my bike or leave Jailbait’s side unless I tell you to. You do exactly as I say. One wrong move and that bastard might and ty to take us both out.”

  “I understand, Grim.” My dick twitches at the sound of my road name leaving her lips.

  We’re meeting Hook at an abandoned farm that sits between our two clubs, its neutral ground. It's where we hold meetings with any other MC’s that we do business with. Hook isn't exactly known for staying true to his word, so Slim and my other brothers will be watching from Watermelon Hill, there’s an old water tower we always place a scout on for when we do business. With nothing left to say that can’t wait for later. I signal to Jailbait that it’s time to do this thing. We go on ahead on our own. The other brothers who will be keeping wa
tch won’t ride out for another ten or so minutes. Can’t have the rumble of their bikes alerting Hook before I even get to the meeting spot.

  Chapter 4

  We are nearing the old farm, and I can sense Red is starting to tighten her hold, like she never wants to let me go. If she only knew a part of me feels it too, but the other side of me screams just to give her over and be done with it all. I don’t like all of these feelings coming in and taking over—Red is clouding my judgment. She makes me want things I can’t have or give. Things I don’t deserve. I have hurt people and if she only knew some of the things I have done, she would have never climbed on the back of my bike. She sure as shit wouldn’t want me anywhere near her baby girl. She shoulda kept running from me while she had the chance. We ride over the top of Watermelon Hill and the barn comes into view. Older than dirt and ready to fall over if the wind blows the wrong fucking way the place will probably still be standing long after me.

  We make the turn onto the old property. We used to party here when I was young, now we use this spot to meet with other MC’s. Been a lot more deaths than there has been fucking here. That’s for damn sure. But this ain’t no make out party. I have an eerie feeling I’ll be leaving here covered in blood, judging by what I just walked into. What was I thinking coming in with one man? I was thinking about Red and her pussy, that’s what. And now it’s going to get me killed.

  Hook is standing front and center in front of his whole crew. Their bikes must be hidden on the other side of the barn. Fucking bastard. I should have known he wouldn't keep his word and keep things small. Then again, this is exactly why my brothers are watching from down the road. I cut my engine, push and release my kickstand, leaving Red perched on the bitch seat.