Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  Kicking off my boots, I start to wonder what happened to Red, she never has come out of my room. I make my way to my bedroom and the door is open. There she is curled up in the middle of my bed wearing my favorite shirt. It says: “I’d rather have a sister in a whorehouse than a brother on a Honda,” across the chest. Her eyes flutter slightly, her body tensing, and I can tell she is having a bad dream. Sinking down on the bed, I curl up behind her stroking her cheek. I whisper in her ear, “Shhh, baby, Grim’s got ya. Ain’t anyone going to hurt you. You’re here with me now.” She seems to relax at my words, and she snuggles her ass right up to my crotch. I respect women to a certain extent, but fuck me running, she isn’t wearing any damn panties, and that creamy ass of hers is teasing my dick. A man can only handle so much. Pulling back from her to get some distance, I place a pillow between her ass and my dick. I spend most the night watching her sleep. I observe her face, staring at that cut above her lip, hating whoever put the wound there. She is the most beautiful wounded heart I have ever seen. I pull her hair out of the wet towel and toss it on the floor. Goosebumps pebble across her skin so I pull the blanket up over her.

  “Sleep tight, sweetheart.” Combing my fingers through the cold wet strand of her red hair I can’t help but feel content. Like I finally know what’s been missing from my life.

  Chapter 2

  When I wake up the next morning, Red and I are almost nose-to-nose and it feels good. I haven't ever slept curled up to a bitch before for a whole night, but she isn't like any other woman I have ever met. She is the first to ever sleep in my bed. I keep my women at the clubhouse. Gypsy Red is putting her spell on me. Don't even know her but I want her. Never felt this way before. Every single time I look at her I get a tight sensation squeezing the center of my chest. Like my heart grows a little bit more every second I spend with her. She must be a damn witch. That’s the only logical explanation there is for these emotions trying to creep up on me.

  That woman put her spell on me and there was no fighting the pull I felt to have her. I needed her as deeply as I needed the open road.

  The sunlight is streaming through the window and her face is so beautifully calm. It doesn’t hold that terrified expression anymore. Kissing her nose, I roll out of bed. It is time to get her some clothes and get her car running. I just fucking kissed her nose. She has to go—fast. I write her a quick note to tell her to make herself comfortable—I would say at home, but if she stays much longer, I am going to be begging her not to ever leave, and she said herself she is a gypsy, a wanderer. And I’m not the asking someone to stay the night type. This is a one-time thing. It has to be. I look back at her one last time before I go out the front door. She’s still sleeping soundly.

  I head to the clubhouse to grab us some breakfast and her some decent clothes. My dick can't take much more of her sweet ass and no panties. Hope Slim’s brother-in-law is hanging around with his tow truck. The faster I get her ass back to her own set of wheels the better.

  “I hear you brought some strange in with ya last night. I don’t need to tell ya, Grim, that shit ain’t cool. You ain’t leading by example pulling shit like this.” Our club president, Slim, is giving me the look that tells me he is ready to stick his size thirteen boot up my ass, but he knows I ain’t scared of him. We fucking started this club together. Only reason he’s Prez is because I didn’t want the fucking job. I’m no leader. Truth is I would be better suited going nomad.

  Slim is an ugly motherfucker, he done pissed some of the wrong people off when we were teens, that's how he got the scar over his eye. When we made the choice to leave, the MC we first become brothers in, he lost a nut, and that crazy motherfucker is tough. Crazy bastards—the Devils Rejects, cut the damn thing off. They say Hook keeps it in a glass jar on his desk as a souvenir and as a reminder to his men not to cross him. Hook is the Prez of the Devils Rejects, and the meanest bastard I have ever met, and I’ve met a lot of bastards through the years.

  “Look, I picked up this gypsy she was in a real bad way— broke down and her face has been fucked with. You know if I hadn’t stepped in, she’d be in a ditch if one of the boys from Hook’s crew got a hold of her.” Hook’s crew is some real low life scummy sons of bitches. They don’t have any respect for their women. And a little pretty thing like Red—they’d eat her alive. She might have killed some sorry bastard, but she isn't no match for those evil pricks. They are ruthless and would fuck a rattlesnake if they could get their dick in its mouth.

  “Ain’t my problem or yours. You bringing that strange in here will start a war. Are you aware that she fucking killed Benji last night?” My eyes go wide. Benji is motherfucking Hook’s son.

  “Fuck me running.”

  “Yeah, brother, fuck us all up the ass without any lube. That bitch is going to get us all killed.” Slim gets up from the stool he was perched on and clamps me on the shoulder. “Hope she gave you the fuck of your life. Hook is going to be searching high and low for her. It’s only a matter of time before he tracks her to us.”

  “Fuck.” I slam my fist down on the counter of the bar. “I can’t just hand her over. You know they will hang her from a tree and skin her like a deer. Benji is a sick motherfucker; he probably deserved whatever she did to him.”

  “Like I said, man... unless you want to claim her as yours, it ain’t our problem. You going to take her as your top bitch? You don’t even know her. She’s nothing to you or me. Not our place to rescue a soon to be dead piece of ass.”

  Scrubbing my forehead with my hands, I wonder what in the hell did I get myself into?

  “Listen, Grim, you know I love you like blood, but this shit here —if you want her, we better be prepared for a fucking brawl. And I ain’t about to get my men killed because you tapped some ass. So what’s the deal with you and this bitch? You just feel sorry for her or what? I need to know what the score is here. You feel me?”

  “Yeah, I feel you. I’ll let you know my decision in two hours.” Normally we would vote on something like this, but I brought this on us, and I will face the consequences. I won’t send my brothers into a blood battle over a piece of ass I haven’t even tapped. If I claim Red—I’ll take the punishment and if I give her over to Hook that shit will be on me too. This is my fuck up. I’ll be the one to right it.

  “Whatever you decide, I got your back, brother. Ride free or die trying.” That’s our motto. I have it tattooed across my back to show my club pride. I know what I want to do but the question is what does Red want? I’ve been waiting to put Hook in the ground. Now this could be my chance. I could finally give him what he deserves—to be put to ground.

  If I had been a smart man, I would have sent Gypsy Red on the next bus out of town, but I never said I was smart.

  I head to the whore’s quarters to borrow some clothes off blowjob Betty. She’s been doing us all right for five years now. She always smells like paradise. She has the prettiest olive skin I have ever seen. The whore has a special talent for giving good head. And she makes a damn fine cook.

  “You’re up early.” Betty runs her fingers down my arm. “No matter though. I always got time for you, Grim.”

  “No time, I need a favor, need to bum some clothes off you.” She gives me a funny look and then she looks at me wide eyed with them big chocolate browns and they grow black with anger.

  Now ain’t any time for jealousy. Fuck, she doesn’t see me getting up in a roar when she has a line down the hall for a BJ. She’s a clubwhore. Nothing special. Nothing to me but somewhere to stick my dick when I get the itch.

  She slings a tank top and a pair of jeans at me. “Hope these fit the slut.”

  I grab her by her hair. “I’ve always treated you fair. Don’t you be mouthing off to me, bitch! I’ll send you outta here so fast and hard you won’t know what hit ya. Feel me?” Betty knows better. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I think fucking Gypsy Red has put some voodoo hex on all of us. I pick the clothes up off the floor and stomp my ass back
toward my trailer. When I come down the gravel road everyone knows to steer clear of me accept for Slim’s boys. Them little shits don’t know when to quit. They are spoiled little devils.

  “Unc Jack, Unc Jack.” They both grab a leg.

  “Striker, Rebel... you shits staying out of trouble?”

  “Momma says you in trouble.” Rebel looks up at me as I drag him and his brother through the grass attached to my ankles.

  “Momma says you brought home a piece of strange.” Striker laughs and punches me in the nuts. Those little hellions are our future. I shake my head; those boys are going to be a world of trouble. Foxie Roxie had better get a handle on them fast.

  “Go on you little fuckers, go back and hide under your momma’s skirt before I bust your asses.” They scurry off quick at my warning. They know I’ll make good on my threat. I won’t put up with their bullshit like the other brothers around here.

  Walking into my place, I sniff the air. I smell coffee and is that bacon? Fuck, Red is making herself very comfortable. I didn’t even know I had coffee. I find her in my kitchen downing a cup of java and nibbling on a piece of bacon like a little bird.

  “I got you some clothes. Get dressed. We’ve got some talking to do.” She reaches for the clothes, uncrossing her legs, and I get a perfect view of that tight little pussy. Fuck, it’s beautiful and I just want to drop down on my knees right here and taste it— fuck, I want her for breakfast lunch, and dinner. Fucking gypsy magic...

  God how I wanted her.

  I stand in the middle of my kitchen dumbfounded that a little peek at her cunt has me so on edge. After she is dressed, she rejoins me appearing a little less distracting now that she is clothed.

  “You.” I point at her accusingly. “Are a wanted woman.” I get right down to business. No point in pretending I don’t know what she has drug me into.

  She tenses slightly and swallows hard. “I won’t cause you any trouble. I know what I did and who I did it to. Last night when you stopped, I thought for sure you were one of Hook’s men. I thought you were going to kill me on the spot. But I’ve been thinking, you’re a nice enough guy, and you did me a solid, but this is my problem. It’s my mess. I will go turn myself in to Hook and face my punishment. No matter what he decides to do to me it can’t be worse than the hell I’ve lived this past year. I’ve survived worse.”

  I hear her but something doesn’t sit right with me in my gut. I can’t put my finger on it. “You Benji’s bitch?”

  “No, I mean yes, but not willingly. Benji won me in a poker game. I thought he’d have a little fun, and then let me go but he never planned to. He kept me a prisoner for three years. Last night... I saw my chance and I took it.”

  “I see. He rape you?” She looks away from me with shame on her pretty little fucked up mouth.

  “The first time I laid with him I did it willingly. Benji was an attractive man with a bit of charm about him. But that all changed three days later when I tried to leave.” She looks at the floor. She doesn’t have any reason to be ashamed. Not with me.

  “Well, darling, we got ourselves a bit of an issue. Hook and his boys are looking for you, but I don’t want to hand you over. I'm thinking I'd like to keep you safe. That is if you'd like to stay. I won't force a woman, never had to. Even if you say no, I will see you through this.”

  “You don't even know me. Why would you put your club at risk for me?"

  “I like ya, Red. I want to know ya better, and if Hook and his men get ya...I'll never get the chance to kiss ya real slow...to show you devotion...to show ya how a woman's body is to be worshipped and appreciated...to claim ya... to have you writhing beneath me. To bury myself so deep between your legs you'd think I have always been a part of you.” I spew out a bunch of shit that I can’t believe I’m saying. I shake my head wondering who in the hell that was just now talking because it sure as fuck wasn’t me. What the fuck is this lovey dovey shit spewing from my lips? It's like I got diarrhea of the mouth and I can’t stop.

  She casts her eyes down, not able to take a compliment and probably confused by my crazy ass speech. Hell, I know I am. “It’s not me I worry about. I worry about my daughter...Sarah.” Tears wash down her pale freckled face.

  “Where's your girl at?” I sure as shit hope she doesn’t say with Hook and his men but with my luck that is exactly where the kid is.

  She continues staring down at my linoleum, unable to meet my eyes as she says the words I feared were coming, “Hook and his wife have her. She’s Benji’s daughter. She doesn’t belong there with them. Sarah is mine. Benji didn't even want her. I'm all she has. But they’ve got my girl.” She pauses wiping her nose with a paper towel. “I knew if I tried to take her last night, they’d kill us both. But me, you can trade me for my girl.” She is grabbing my arm and jerking it, begging for my help. Normally if a bitch put her hands on me, I’d put her in her place, but Red here...I get the feeling I would do anything this woman asks of me. The pain in her eyes is damn near unbearable. She’s so damn tortured inside.

  I would have done anything she asked in that moment I was so enraptured by her.

  “Will you help me, Jack? Will you get my daughter? I know I have no right to ask, and that there is nothing stopping you from walking away. But my child, she doesn't deserve this life. I want better for her. You get my kid, and you give her a good life. If she is going to be raised in a club, I’d rather it be by the kind of man, that will risk it all for a woman he doesn't even know. You can trade me for her. I just need her safe. I don’t care what happens to me as long as she is way from those people.”

  I study her as she wraps her arms around her center, hope flickering in her gaze. I’m no Goddamned hero or saint. I break men just for fun. “What makes you think I am going to help you?”

  A wry smile quirks across her mouth. “I can feel it, Jack, you’re a good man.”

  How she could see that there was a good man beneath all of my ugly and my tainted soul, I’ll never know. She had blind faith in me and all I was and had ever been was a murdering bastard.

  “I ain’t good... Do you know why they call me Grim, Red? I am like the motherfucking Grim Reaper. I kill people. I collect souls. I deliver men to their maker. You don’t want me raising your girl or getting anywhere near her. But I promise you we will get your daughter. I’ll see you reunited. Hook is a mean son of a bitch, but he ain’t no baby killer. They won't touch your kid. I'll get ye your girl and you and I will get ye away from here, so you can give her a good life. My life ain’t fit for a kid.”

  “They aren't going to let Benji go unavenged. Hook will want my blood. He isn’t just going to hand her over without retribution. He’ll want to seek his revenge and he’ll have it.”

  I bury her head into my cut and hold her tight. “Well, Red, don't worry that pretty head of yours...He’ll have my blood before he has yours. You see these red teardrops I have tattooed on me? Each teardrop is for the blood I have spilled, for each life I have taken. I have spilled a lot of blood, Red, and I am ready to shed my own if it gets you and your girl away from here.”

  I was ready to. I’d done seen my share of life. I’d lived through hell and raised some of my own. Maybe I could die after doing at least one right thing. Leave a little good in my wake. There would be one person who wouldn’t curse my name one I was dead and gone. I welcomed death. I wished for it at times throughout my life.

  “I can’t let you do that.” Her head tilts to the side with more tears glittering in the corners of her fiery eyes. “I won’t let you give yourself up for me.”

  “That’s real sweet, sweetheart, but a girl needs her momma. This ain’t my first rodeo with Hook and his pig fuckers. But now's not the time. I have made my choice, darlin’, you gonna have to accept it. I'm not the kind of man who stands by and lets a momma and her baby be separated, ye hear me?”

  She’s gazing at me with bedroom eyes. I’d like to fuck her good and proper like and show her how good laying with a man is suppo
sed to be. But right now, I have planning to do and not much time to do it. Everyone has a price, and I'll find Hook’s.

  Chapter 3

  “The way I see it, that pencil dick Benji, has had it coming for years. I say bastard got mercy compared to what he should have gotten, but Hook isn't going to take this lying down.” Skull slams his beer down on the counter. I have known him since I was just a boy. I trust him with my life, and I can't say the same for many. He's been like a father to me in many ways, stood by my side when I was at my lowest, and has pulled me from the gutter more times than I can count. He’s always been here to catch me when I fall. I’d follow the man anywhere and I know he’d do the same for me. If you ask me, he should have been Prez but like me he didn’t want to be a leader. He’s set in his ways and does things his own way. We are kindred in that same respect.

  I had no idea how many times in the future he’d be doing so much more than he had for me already. He was my greatest ally.

  “Are you sure you want to do this, brother?” Slim looks unsure, but I know my Prez has my back. I was against Slim preaching to the choir, but I was selfish and naive to think my brothers wouldn’t want to put this to a vote. I'm not rogue or nomad. My choices—my actions affect the club. They deserve a say even if I want to handle this on my own. I wear the VP patch and I don’t take my responsibility lightly. It’s just this thing with Red, I promised her I would see it through, and I intend to.