Taking the plastic pistol filled with water from the boy’s hand, I run out into the street with them firing recklessly at anyone that moves. Today for once, I feel like a normal kid. I don’t feel like the biker trash that has to watch her every move afraid of what kind of hell her dad will unleash if she doesn’t hand him a beer fast enough, or if I look at him with an expression he decides he doesn’t like, because it reminds him of my mother.
Betty actually comes outside and is laughing, enjoying the fun with us. By the time it is over my shirt is soaked through. We are all having a great time when my dad and Squirrel pull up unnoticed. Suddenly I am jerked backwards by my hair. “What are you doing out here parading, showing off yourself to these boys, girl? Look at you. Disgusting. I can see your nipples poking through your shirt.” Daddy yanks my hair, pulling me into the house, nearly ripping a patch from my scalp out.
“I need a bra. If you'd buy me one, no one would see them.” My hand quickly clamps over my mouth. I know that little outburst is going to cost me greatly.
Squirrel and Betty are following close behind. “Knew I couldn't leave youin's alone. Knew you’d act like the whores ye are the first chance you got.” Diablo takes his belt off. I know he is going to whip me good. Squirrel has a nasty smirk on his face. I think he likes when Daddy punishes me.
“Please, Benji. She didn’t mean it. She was just having fun and being a kid.” Daddy shoves me face down on the couch, turning away from me directing his anger to Betty. She should have kept her mouth shut. She’s going to get it now and it is entirely my fault. I should have just minded my own business. Never should have said yes to playing with those kids.
Grabbing her by her hair, he steers Betty towards his bedroom. Curling into the fetal position I put my hands over my ears. I can’t stand to hear the sound of the belt hitting Betty. Squirrel takes a seat beside of me. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he tries to console me. His touch makes me sick, but I welcome it right now. Anything to get my mind off what is happening behind that bedroom door.
“It’s alright, Sarah. He won’t whip you tonight.” Squirrel’s rough calloused fingers grip my arms so tight he leaves red splotches on my skin. “Take a sip of this. It’ll make you feel real good and Uncle Squirrel is going to make you feel even better.” The bitter liquid hits the back of my throat, and he tilts the bottle sending it rushing down my throat, nearly gagging me. It wouldn’t do any good to say no, he’d make me drink it one way or another. He presses his lips to my temple and pets my hair, pulling me closer to him. My head feels dizzy, and my thoughts are swimming, as the room grows black with the sound of Betty crying out in pain.
Chapter 5
Drag Creek Kentucky
Grim
“What are ye doing, brother? You’re dancing with fire,” Romeo warns as we load the delivery truck for tomorrow’s run.
“Don’t know what you mean.” Truth is I do know what he means. I just don’t want to talk about it. Closing the back of the truck and securing the lock, I continue evading his inquiry.
“Slim know you’re fucking his old lady?” He goads me again.
“Don’t care if he does. It ain't a permanent attachment.” When Foxie and I fucked last month, it wasn’t in my head that I ever wanted to travel that road again. Fucking Slim, he had everything I wanted—a good woman and a family. Now look at him, throwing it all away for piece of ass, and not a very good one at that. Motherfucker doesn’t appreciate a damn thing and he’s got it made.
I met Foxie first when we were teens, was the first to fuck her. If it weren’t for me Slim would have never stood a chance with her. She wanted to be my top bitch, but I didn’t love her. I was just a messed-up asshole looking to get laid. Foxie was a kid looking for a way out from under her daddy’s thumb. Slim was willing to marry her so I walked away. I thought I made the right choice for her. Slim was my best friend and a damn fine brother at the time, but these last ten or so years, the bastard has changed.
I shake my head and push those thoughts away. That shit ain’t nothin’ to me anymore.
Damn, I can't wait to get back on the road again. I’ve been here too long. Foxie is pursuing me, always wanting me to fuck her. Shit isn’t gonna happen no more. I’ve got enough problems without worrying about her and Slim’s issues.
“Well alright, man. Fire up that smoke.”
Taking out my lighter from my cut, I set fire to the joint that is hanging from my bottom lip.
“You coming to Chicago with me or are you still too much of a pussy to be face to face with LL?” I take a long toke off my smoke. My lips curl into a devious smile as I watch Romeo struggle for words at the mention of LL.
“Don't be a prick, Grim. Quit being a bogart and let me hit that joint.” Romeo has not changed a bit, still a pussy and always changing the subject when LL's name comes up. “Man, you fucking wet lipped it, I hate when you do that shit.” Romeo kicks at the tires on the truck and hands back a roach.
Looking down at what’s left of my joint or rather what’s gone, I tell him, “And you call me a bogart. Asshole. Roll up another.” I take out my hollowed Black and Mild and toss my weed down on the hood of the truck.
**
Chicago
The ride here was a nightmare. The delivery truck got a flat tire and Romeo about damn near killed himself. The rain was a torrential downpour. The only thing that went our way was not getting a fucking ticket, and Romeo escaping near death. Motherfucker needed to change his tires before we left, but thought he’d be alright. We weren’t anticipating the weather having her own plans for us. Romeo says it was the baldness of his tires, but I think it is the fact he is about to see LL for the first time in fifteen years. We probably shouldn’t have drunk a quart of shine last night and smoked that bag of weed either. I hate traveling after an all-nighter.
After securing the delivery at the warehouse me, Romeo, and Blaze head over to the Disciples for a visit. LL is putting us up in her whorehouse for the night. Shit is about to get real interesting. Can’t wait to see how shit will go down when Romeo is face-to-face with LL after all these years. Brother is acting all jumpy and shit. His nerves are all out of whack.
Romeo takes one look at LL and the man has gone pale. Damn shit is funny. Romeo is always on top of his game, and always has a bitch ready to pay worship to his dick. The motherfucker sees more pussy than a gynecologist does. He runs his hand over his disheveled black hair, his hand resting on the back of his neck, trying to look like he doesn’t care, like seeing her bears no effect on him. Sweat is beading across his brow.
LL knows better. Swinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her tits are falling out of her corset. Bitch looks good. “Blaze. Grim,” she greets us, hugging and kissing us both on the cheek. “Romeo,” she says his name in a flat tone. She looks away from him and snaps her fingers. A gaggle of whores surrounds us. “Girls, escort Blaze and Grim upstairs. Get them a bath and whatever else they desire. I’ve got Romeo.” She winks and I give Romeo a pat on the back. Dude looks terrified. I haven’t ever seen him scared of pussy before.
Upstairs I am being treated like a king. Don’t even have to undress myself. There is a brunette drawing me a bath and this chick with hot pink stripes in her hair is removing my boots. “Gonna take real good care of you, daddy.” She stares up at me with sex kitten eyes.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I say, “Hell yeah you are, but don’t ever fucking call me daddy again. My name is Grim. Learn it fast because you’re going to be screaming it soon.” She licks her plump pink lips ready to do whatever in the hell I want her to, but first I need to wash off this road wear.
Sinking down in the clawfoot tub I lay back and enjoy being taken care of, even though I am about too damned big to fit in the goddamn thing. The brunette scrubs my body while pinky washes my hair. Bitches sure know what they are doing. After they wash me thoroughly, I stand up out of the tub, and the two of them towels me off.
In my room, the pair of the
m join me on the king size bed. Place looks like you would expect it to. Red satin sheets, red leather padded headboard, luxurious carpet, and deep cherry wood furniture.
I’ve got a whore on either side of me. My cock is hard and ready to be pleased. My hands are clasped behind my head that is resting against the padded headboard. Their tongues entwine around my dick. Fuck me, a man could get used to this treatment. These bitches are licking my cock, their tongues brushing against one another sends a shiver down my spine. Their wet tongues collide against my flesh, licking and sucking every hard inch of my dick.
Taking a condom from the nightstand, it is time to really get this party started. I have this bitch with the pink stripes in her hair bent over, ass up, face down in the other whore’s pussy. I enter her from behind in a quick hard thrust. She whimpers with her mouth meshed to the other girl’s clit as I pound into her wet slick heat. The brunette is fingering her pussy and licking her own nipple, so fucking hot. “Fuck yeah, baby. Take this dick and eat that pussy. Tell me how much you like it.” These bitches sure are erotic and dirty talk seems to egg them on.
She doesn’t answer right away. I smack her ass with the palm of my hand and jerk her head back by the nape of her hair. Growling in her ear, I tell her, “I said tell me how much you like the taste of her pussy.”
“So fuckin' good,” she pants in a ragged breath. The other bitch is wiggling and bucking her hips in need of her orgasm.
I shove her head back down. “Pleasure her treasure, sweetheart.” My eyes roll back in my head as my hot seed spurts out filling the condom.
Pulling out of her, I go into the bathroom to clean up. “Get your asses a bath and go fix me a sandwich, I’m fucking starved.” I don't have to tell them twice. I slip my jeans back on, put my cut on, and head downstairs to find Blaze and Romeo. I hope LL hasn’t busted the sorry bastard’s balls too bad.
Romeo is sitting at the bar nursing a beer and Blaze is throwing darts with his whores for the night. Taking a seat on the stool beside of Romeo, I nudge his shoulder. “Who poured salt in your wounds?” LL must not have been too rough on him. It looks like she cleaned up his road badges.
“You don’t even want to know, brother.” He takes a sip of his beer. He looks miserable. I’ve never seen him this down before. Hell, maybe making him come on this trip wasn’t the best idea.
The brunette saunters over and places a sandwich down on the bar in front of me.
“Thank you, baby.”
“If you need anything else don’t hesitate to ring my bell.” She walks away swinging her hips, that fine ass about near hypnotizes me. My mind flashes to things we were doing earlier, and another round might be in order, my cock didn't get to try her out.
I take my cell phone out of my pocket and shoot Foxie a quick text message to check on Baby. Don't like using these damn things, but I like being able to check on my brat whenever I need to.
Grim: How's the kid?
Foxie: Same shit different day. You okay?
Grim: I'm good just got my nuts off.
She doesn’t respond, but that was the point. Got to remind her that she has no place in my life outside of taking care of my kid. Romeo shifts in his stool and does a sweep of the room. He leans in close. “We need to talk, but I don't trust this bar not being wired, man. Meet me by the bikes in a few, got some shit to discuss.”
“You got it.”
Romeo gets up and makes like he is going to the bathroom but turns right instead making his way out to the lot. LL comes over filling the spot where Romeo just sat.
“Damn, darlin’. You got them girls trained good.” She laughs and her hair falls over her shoulder covering them beautiful titties. “Is shit about to get serious?” I know LL won’t bullshit me. She has always given it to me straight.
“I’ve never lied to you, Grim. Shit is knee deep. I hope you have some wading boots with ya.” She pats my arm and goes back to working the room.
I finish off my sandwich and nod to Blaze to let him know everything is cool, before following Romeo out the door.
“What’s the word?”
“Shit is fucking fucked. LL says the Disciples are running drugs for the Rejects. This shit puts us at risk I never would have agreed to supply them with shine if I knew they were doing this shit. Fucking cocksucker Miller has been beating on LL." Miller is the Prez of the Disciples. Fuck, this shit is bad news.
“Look, are you positive? We have to call this shit in to Slim. Can’t do much about LL but we can cut off the shine deal if Miller doesn’t see things our way.” I take a joint from my cut and fire it up—smoking helps me think.
“I can't leave her here, Grim. No fucking way, man. If it were Red, you’d done burned the fucking city down.” He looks at me with clenched fists and dark eyes. I know I would fucking blow the whole damned world up for Red had she asked me too, I loved her that much, still motherfuckin' do.
“Call Slim, we gotta tread real careful. This ain’t our club, we are just business associates. Shit has to be done right. I don’t want to see you go down the road I’ve been riding.”
“I feel you, cocksucker, but you’re one of my best friends and whatever road you’re on I’ll always ride by your side.” He knuckle punches my fist. “Ride free or die trying.”
“Damn, what the fuck am I roadkill? Can’t I get no motherfuckin’ love up in here. Didn’t even get a good blowjob and now you queers are out here making out.” Blaze throws his arms over both of our shoulders while Romeo fills him in on our dire straits.
Chapter 6
Chicago
“What’s the damage, VP?” Patiently, I wait for Romeo to tell me what plan of action we are taking with the Disciples. Slim didn’t sound too surprised that the Disciples are dealing for Hook and his men. Shit just doesn’t feel right with him. By the looks of the hard expression on Romeo’s face, whatever Slim said it did not make him happy.
“Motherfuckin’ Slim said to stand down. Said it is not our problem until it gets in the way of the shine deal. He says if LL leaves willingly with me that he will welcome her into our clubhouse. He knows shit isn’t that fuckin’ easy. LL isn’t claimed with Miller’s brand. They never married. I guess if she wants to leave, she can, but Miller might not let her go willingly. I don’t even know if she would come with me.”
“Well you gotta man up and ask her what she wants, but you gotta be prepared to accept her answer no matter what it is. If it were me, I’d slit Miller’s throat, appoint a new Prez for the Disciples, and ride off with my bitch on the back of my bike. Slim ain’t right, brother. I haven’t been feeling him for a while now.”
“Look, you can’t go getting mixed up in his and Foxie’s shit.” Romeo gives me a pointed look.
This shit has nothing to do with him and Foxie. It is about me feeling that Slim has his hands in with Hook and the Rejects. When Red died my gut told me Slim was involved somehow. Nevertheless, he is one of my oldest friends, I can’t believe that he would sell drugs, but shit doesn’t add up.
“Nah, man. Slim and Foxie got nothing to do with it. Told you I’m not attached. My gut tells me that Slim is dirty, Romeo. I don’t have proof, but when that shit went down with Red, a Rebel was selling drugs for Hook. It was Squirrel. What if he was doing it for Slim?” Rocking back on my heels, flexing my hands, and interlocking my hands on the back of my head, I wait for him to say something—to deny that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind.
“Slim wouldn’t go dirty for Hook of all people. Something else is going on. I just don’t know what the fuck it is.”
“You don’t find it totally fucked that Slim doesn’t want us to put a stop to the Disciples running crank for Hook? I find it a whole hell of a lot interesting. I think ole Prez got a taste of that money and he liked it.”
“What do we do? If we go against Slim, we go against the club.” I know he is right, but what choice do we have if we want the truth. Romeo is in a hard place. I know he loves LL, always has, even if he is too stub
born to really admit it.
“I say we have us a talk with Miller, get us some answers. Nothing wrong with a little friendly conversation.”
“I like the way you think, but I have a better idea. Yo, Blaze. Pull your pants up, got shit to do,” Romeo calls up the stairs after the bastard. I’m not sure that I trust Blaze to know where I stand with Slim, but right now I don’t have much of a choice.
Blaze comes stumbling down the stairs, pulling up his pants. “Fuck, man. I was about to get some strange from that pink headed bitch.” He looks so irritated, blue-balled motherfucker.
“Need a favor, but it doesn’t go any further than you, me, and Grim.”
“Alright, I got you. What’s up?” Blaze takes a pack of smokes from his cut and lights one up, letting me know he is nervous. Motherfucker always smokes when he feels froggy.
Romeo fills him in on our suspicions. “We want you to get Miller alone, tell him you are looking to increase your pocket. Find out where he gets his supply. If he cuts you in just go with it. Tell him one of the whores mentioned it.”
“Alright, you can count on me, but you owe me a good lay.”
“Brother, you ain’t that pretty. And I ain’t that hard up.” Romeo kicks him right in the ass with his size twelve leather boot.
“Fuck you, Romeo.”
“Dream on, Blaze. You ain’t no Juliet.” With that comment, Blaze throws his hands up in the air as his baldhead recedes out of sight.
“If you’re done flirting can we go get this shit squared away?”
**
When Romeo and I get to the Disciples clubhouse, I don’t see Blaze anywhere. I hope that he is off taking care of business and not getting is nuts off. Romeo and I take a seat at the bar and have a beer while we wait. LL is tending the bar and being sure to keep her distance, but every few minutes I notice her stealing a glance at Romeo. Those two need to work their shit out. After all this time they still have that fire burning for one another. That shit don’t come around every day—I know because I have been looking for it for ten years now. I think you only get that kind of love once in life. Red gave me that love and I fuck if I don’t miss her.
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