MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel)

by Bink Cummings

  “Let’s get a test and just see. If you are, you will want to start taking vitamins, and we need to get you to the doctor,” he said, standing up, as the word ‘we’ clung to me like it held a corporeal form.

  After about a twenty-minute argument with myself more so than him, we agreed to hit the drug store in the morning after the sun came up. Marshall slept on the couch that night and took the next day off work. We got up, and together we bought a pregnancy test. I was too nervous to walk home to take it so I used the bathroom in the pharmacy. It didn’t even take the allotted three minutes for a result. As soon as my urine hit that stick both lines were bright as can be. I was pregnant, and the worst of it, I was pregnant with Big’s child.

  I cried like a mad woman for days after that. I took a day off of work. I contemplated calling Big, or telling someone, anyone, about my revelation, besides Marshall and Brittany. I knew I couldn’t be honest with the sisters because they’d be forced to confide in their old men, and in turn, the brothers would spill the beans. Sure, my Sacred Sisters know I’m pregnant because they’ve seen my belly. We get together every so often for a girls day. See, I haven’t cut everyone out of my life.

  Oh, and I’m huge at only twenty-three weeks. And well, they haven’t really asked who the father is. I know for certain they haven’t told their old men about it because I haven’t gotten the dreaded phone calls about me being knocked up from my daddy, Gunz, or Big.

  Now I know you are sitting there thinking, ‘God Bink you are such a stupid bitch. You’re pregnant, and you haven’t even told the father.’ Yeah, I get it, I know it sounds horrible. But if you remember correctly, Big is now fifty— five, zero. He’s also never shown any interest in wanting a family. Owning me as an old lady, possibly. But an actual family? No. My biggest fear was him trying to make me have an abortion. I realize it’s the woman’s choice. However, Big, knowing him, he could go to some serious lengths to make me do it. Not that I am saying he would. I’m just saying that he could. And that little tiny bit of could is what has kept me from telling him. To be honest, it wasn’t just that, it was Marshall too, and my own cowardice. Avoiding the hard truth and him seems the best option. I know this is just a big sandwich of fuckedupness, dipped into a hot steaming pot of what-the-hell-were-you-thinkin’.

  “Bink. Hello. Bink.” Deke jerks my arm, and I shake my head to snap out of my inner dialogue.

  “Yeah?”

  “Did you hear anything I said?” Deke’s not angry… surprising….. He seems more concerned than anything else. Bonus points for me.

  “Um… no? About the club? Yeah. I mean it’s a great place for you to go if you wanna bring your daughters. I mean, I know Jezebel, one of my Sacred Sisters, has a daughter and a son, and Debbie has two kids. It’ll be safe for them there, and I grew up there. It’s a bit rough, but I can’t imagine it would be any worse than having a cheating mother who’s a cokehead. The schools there are pretty good too. Top notch teachers, lots of high tech shit nowadays, and they just redid the high school and junior high,” I rattle on in one quick breath.

  Deke snickers, shaking his amused head, “I didn’t say that, but it’s good to know.” His smile widens, brightening up his face. It looks good on him. Nice to know his sullen mood has perked up a few notches. “I like the idea of taking Cherry and Ginger to a place where they’d be happy. But what I was sayin’ is your secret’s safe with me. If you don’t want Big Dick to know, I won’t tell ‘em. That’s not my burden to bear; it’s yours. I can tell you this though. If I was your baby’s father, I would wanna know. No matter the circumstances, the man deserves to know he’s got a kid on the way. I’m not gonna sit here and act like I’ve got my shit together or judge you for keepin’ this a secret. I get you’ve got some seriously bad fuckin’ blood between you two, but that ain’t your daughters fault. You’re about to be a mom, and that means bein’ a fuckin’ mom. Eatin’ fuckin’ nails for breakfast if you have to just to keep the peace. I’ve done it for ten damn years. Now—” Deke pulls me into a warm embrace.

  I don’t hold back. I wrap my arms around him too, stuffing my nose into his shoulder and inhaling the heady scent of his leather cut, and man, all man. Yeah, he kinda smells like Big, but I don’t relax, not like I did in Big’s arms. It’s not the same.

  “Now, you ready to hear what else I got to say, Babe?”

  Gee whiz, how could it get much worse? I mean, I let the damn cat out of the bag after months of working here, and I listen to my boss have a semi-emotional meltdown. Yup, today is starting out to be real peachy.

  “Sure,” I mutter into his shoulder with a bleak grin.

  “There’s a man here to see ya. He’s been waitin’ outside on his bike since I got here. I told him to give ya a few, to um…. talk to me…ya know… about work shit.”

  Work shit, aka, emotional baggage. I get it.

  “What’s he look like? Did you catch a name?”

  “I know his name. I’m just not tellin’ ya. Go out and see for yourself.”

  I stiffen, my stomach drops, and my heart thuds loudly in my chest, bellowing deep into my ears. I feel like I might faint. “It’s…it’s not...” I whisper. Please don’t let it be Big. Fuckin’ Christ almighty, I don’t know if I could handle that.

  Deke chuckles shaking his head, and runs a firm hand down my back. “It’s not Big, if that’s what you’re askin.’ Now go outside and see for yourself.”

  Grumbling a few unladylike curses, I pull away from Deke and push up from the couch. With a deep frown, I yank open my office door.

  “Here comes the queen of the snarky bitches,” Larry goads with a menacing laugh, as his body is stuffed under the hood of a vintage Nova.

  “Larry, Larry, Larry,” I shake my head, grinning like a demented clown. Only this crazy old fool could pull me from a dark place into the light so quickly. “You are such a fuckin’ charmer. I often wonder why I didn’t have you knock me up just so I could have the biggest smartass baby in existence. Now wait,” I stop walking as I reach the door, and turn back to see him peering up from under the hood with a toothpick smirk. “I know why… if you could even get it up… I’m sure any of the spunk you’d shoot would be dust. Prehistoric old jackasses shoot dust, now don’t they, Jimmy?” I pause to smile sweetly at Jimmy our youngest worker, just fresh out of school. And like I suspected he blushes fifty shades of pink, and continues working on the motorcycle next to him.

  Opening the door, I say, “I’ll take that as confirmation,” and walk outside into the blistering February temperatures. I shiver, rubbing my exposed arms as the cool breeze bites at my skin. I should have thrown on my hoodie.

  A man riding a black vintage motorcycle with blue flames that lick the sides of the tank, kicks off his bike and removes his skull painted helmet. I don’t have to see his face to know whose bike that is.

  “Hi, Gunz.” I’m hesitant as I approach the bike.

  Gunz grins with a sucker in his mouth just before his wide-eyes dart to the growing human that resides in my belly. He’s one man I won’t be telling the truth to about my daughter. Deke may now know, but not Gunz. He would drag me home for sure.

  “What’s that?” He points to my stomach.

  I shrug, “It’s a beach ball…. what the hell do ya think?”

  “Since when did ya get pregnant?” He’s furious with me, and the vein in his forehead is throbbing. What a lovely reunion….not.

  “Well…let me see.” I sarcastically tap my index finger on my chin, pretending to calculate how long I’ve been this way. “A few months… when I started to get fat. You know, a man sticks his cock in a pussy, nuts in her, and she blows up like a balloon. Do you want me to go through all the stages? Didn’t you learn Sex Ed in your one room schoolhouse?” I raise a sassy brow.

  Gunz rolls his eyes and stalks the last few feet towards me, his shit-kickers scuffing the blacktop with each step. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention, and a shiver of unease rolls down my spine.


  What is he up to?

  “I missed you.” He catches me off guard by wrapping me in a hug. And he’s strangely considerate about not crushing me to him too hard. You know, baby bump and all.

  “What are ya havin’?” he whispers into my hair, delivering a peck to my temple.

  Um… okay… this is strange.

  “A girl.” I take a deep breath, “Um… What are you doin’ here, Gunz?” I try twisting to tug out of his strong embrace, which proves to be impossible.

  “Killin’ two birds with one stone. Vettin’ Deke for the brotherhood and seein’ you. Seems as though we’ve got quite a lot to catch up on. I’ll be droppin’ by your place tonight to do just that. Until then I’ve got some business to attend to with Deke. Axel endorsed the man, so I’m sure he’s pretty solid. What’d you think?”

  Gunz releases me. But keeps me in his bubble, allowing me to see his face. I’ve desperately missed that handsomely rugged face. His goatee’s grown out into a full beard, and it suits him.

  “I like this.” I reach up and scrub his beard with a smile, “And I think Deke’s a great candidate. I just got done talkin’ to him about the compound bein’ a good place for him to raise his daughters.”

  “Maybe you should take his advice, baby doll, and move back home. Raise your daughter there,”

  “I have a boyfriend, Gunz.”

  “I know and I’ll be meetin’ him tonight.”

  “No, you won’t,” I blurt firmly. I don’t want him anywhere near Marshall. The man questions our relationship enough as it is because I refuse to tell him I love him. I could lie and say it even though I don’t feel that way. I am honest with that at least, even if I haven’t disclosed my past.

  “Why not?” He tilts his head to the side, waiting for an answer.

  If I didn’t know Gunz any better, I would say he is hurt by my declaration. But I do know him and he’s not hurt, he’s pissed. The vein is ugly as ever, and his jaw is locked tight. His nostrils are flaring, and with the coolness of the air mixed with his breath, he looks like a fire breathing dragon.

  “Gunz, he’s not like you and the brothers,” I sigh exasperated, crossing my arms over my chest, and taking a step back to give him some space. He reaches forward, grabs my arm and tugs me closer. Fine.

  I continue, “Marshall knows nothing about my old life, and I want to keep it that way. I like our little bubble. I would like to keep it.”

  “Bink,” Gunz warns with a hardened tone. “I will be meetin’ him. Tonight. If you don’t invite me over willingly, I’ll show up and introduce myself. I didn’t ride three hours to crash on an empty stomach. Now, I will be at your place ‘round seven, and I suggest you be the smart woman I know and love, and listen to me.”

  What the fuck is up with all these bikers thinkin’ they can push me around? Gunz has never been this way with me. Why now? No fucking clue. I guess I’ll find out soon enough when he invites himself to Marshall’s apartment tonight. I live there most of the time until he gets too clingy, and then I stay a few days at Brittany’s where the rest of my clothes and belongings are. I keep Brittany’s place just so I have a place to escape should I need it. After tonight, what Marshall ends up saying, and after Gunz blows my whole fucking world to bits, I am sure I will be frequenting my apartment once again. Why isn’t life just simple?

  I’m not even going to try to argue with Gunz. I’ve got too much work to do, and I couldn’t win if I tried. Turning on my heel, I don’t say a word as Gunz follows me back into the shop, where the blasting heater instantly warms me up.

  “This your man?” Larry points a wrench to Gunz, momentarily lifting his body out of the Nova.

  Before I can answer, Gunz speaks up, “No, old man, I’m just a friend. I get to meet her man tonight. Hear he’s a real winner.”

  The sarcasm that drips from Gunz’s lips makes my blood boil. Marshall is a fucking winner. He’s my winner, and my boyfriend, that I happen to like very much. To refrain from offering a rude retort, I ignore the whole damn thing and speedily stalk over to my office to shut myself in for the rest of the day.

  Fuckin’ men!

  Chapter Two

  Monday, February 17, 2014 – Night

  “Mmmmmm,” Gunz pats his belly, leaning back into the couch, and stretching his legs out in front of him. “That was the best pizza I’ve had in forever, Ev-ah.”

  Shoot me now! Please take me out of this misery.

  Gunz was here at seven on the nose, and Marshall got home around eight. It’s now well past ten, and Gunz is making his big biker ass right at home on Marshall’s black leather couch, while I leer at him in absolute disgust.

  My phone buzzes in my lap, momentarily tearing me away from the annoyance that is seated across from me, smiling ear to fucking ear. Argh! I seriously need to kick him in the shin.

  Candy Cane: Is he still there?

  Me: Yes… and he’s making a fool out of himself and scaring the piss out of poor Marshall.

  Gunz has done everything to make my past look downright dreadful to Marshall. After the initial shock of our unexpected guest, whose name is Gunz - that was a shock in itself, Marshall put on a friendly smile and played the doting host, just like I figured he would. He is a nice guy, after all. But Gunz has decided to act like a fucking uncivilized barbarian by eating with his fingers, drinking insurmountable amounts of beer that he brought with him, and talking about shit that Marshall could never even wrap his head around. I know Gunz is doing it to prove a point and be a dick. Now I’m gonna have a huge mess to clean up after he finally decides to leave.

  Candy Cane: What’s he doing now?

  I can feel her sympathy pouring through the phone. She knows this is bad. None of the women have actually met Marshall, but they are fully aware that I live with and care for the man. Gunz doesn’t seem to give a shit about any of it.

  Glancing up from my phone before I reply, I catch Gunz tugging his guns from his cut and inspecting them in his lap. Marshall hasn’t spoken a word in probably fifteen minutes; he’s too preoccupied with outright staring at Gunz and anxiously sipping on his glass of red wine.

  “So, Marshall. Ev-ah ever tell ya ‘bout the time I took her to Blimp’s shootin’ range for a local competition against other kids her age, and she won by a fuckin’ landslide?” Gunz glances up from his guns to look at Marshall. His snicker and smug chest pump tells me he knows I didn’t tell Marshall shit. Just like I didn’t tell Marshall about Pretzel, my dog that is now Big’s. Or the whole fucking story about me learning to ride a Hog way before I ever drove an actual car. Of course, pain in my ass over here had to enlighten him on all of those little things. And Marshall just keeps looking at me like a damn deer in headlights, thanks to all of this newfound knowledge that Gunz feels the need to impart. The fucker!

  “Ummm…” Marshall glances to me, frowning behind his wine glass, and takes a sip. “No, Gun, she didn’t, sorry. Like I said before, Eva hasn’t really enlightened me on much of her past.”

  Son of a bitch! I swear to God, if Marshall wasn’t here being as sweet and respectful as he is, I would be laying my hands on Gunz to smack that despicable smirk right off his stupid ass face.

  “It’s Gun-zzzz, right, Ev-ah?” he emphasizes assholishly, definitely feeling the effects of his beer.

  “Are you about ready to leave?” I blurt at Gunz, and Marshall snaps to face me, eyes wide. Then he glances back to Gunz, eyes landing on the two 9’s in his lap, and back to me again.

  Oh Jesus H-Christ, he is not going to shoot us. If that’s not fear pouring from Marshall by the boatload, I don’t know what the hell else to call it. This man has got to buck the fuck up. A biker sits in your living room getting overly comfortable, leather covering every orifice of his body from his pants, to his cut, to his boots and jacket. What do you do? You surely don’t freak the hell out. You throw that over-the-top attitude right back in his face. That’s how my world worked. Hell, that’s how it works now, when Marshall isn’t prese
nt. I figured I had this part of my past under lock and key. Apparently Gunz has other ideas.

  “I dunno, Ev-ah, should I leave? Or does Marshall want to learn more about this past you never seemed to have enlightened him on?” Gunz taunts, licking his lips before placing a bottle of Bud to his mouth, with an arrogant smirk permanently plastered on his face.

  I have had enough!

  “Marshall,” I ignore the barbaric Neanderthal and address my nice normal boyfriend, if I can really call him that any more after tonight. “I am so sorry about this and what I am about to do, please don’t think any less of me.” I sweetly say, pushing up from the couch, cradling my baby bump and wearing the same clothes I wore to work this morning. I changed before I came home, like I always do.

  Turning my attention to the biker on the couch, I seethe, “Listen, you asshole,” stalking across the floor, straight for him. I don’t even think as my hand instinctively reacts, and I swing at Gunz. The air crackles, echoing in the room, and Marshall gasps as my palm connects with firm flesh. Sudden pain spikes up my arm and my hand burns, like thousands of tiny needles pricking me at once. Gunz’s head forcefully shoots to the side. He laughs, grabbing my hand, and holds it to his cheek with a grin. Not caring that I’ve just smacked him across the face, turning his cheek bright red.

  “Thank fuck,” Gunz blurts triumphantly. “I knew my Bink was in there somewhere. Shit, woman, you had me goin’ for a minute. Thought you woulda blown up on me already. It’s been like three hours, Baby Doll.” Gunz reaches out in front of him and strong-arms my hips to drop me onto the couch to sit beside him. Then his arm reaches out to drape over my shoulder, forcing me to cuddle into his side. I try to tug away but he won’t let me, so I grunt a frustrated curse and elbow the asshole in the ribs instead. It barely fazes him.

  “See, Marshall,” Gunz twirls a lock of my hair with his finger, “this sweet, hot blonde, you think you’re with. She’s sweet alright, but she’s also a fuckin’ smartass biker bitch who don’t take shit from no one, including a man who has two guns sittin’ in his lap with the safety off.”