Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  “No reason to be scared of me,” I told her, trying to steady my breathing. Trying to concentrate on finding out where the bruises originated from.

  “Your back...what happened? Don’t bullshit me either. That kid, he do that to you? Does he pick on you a lot?”

  She sipped her Pepsi and shook her head.

  “Your old man then?”

  Her face tensed, and I saw the flash of pain behind her eyes before her mask slid back in place.

  I nodded, not needing any more information.

  That day I vowed I’d always look after Opal, I’d rid her of the pain, and I’d make damn sure the Rev knew I was watching him.

  I went to my club first. I was just a prospect and Wilcox, my president, told me to leave it alone, that it wasn't my business, it wasn’t club business.

  I couldn’t do that though—leave it alone.

  Opal needed me even if she didn’t know it yet.

  Somehow she always seemed to find trouble whenever I was near.

  And I always seemed to have the need to step in and save her.

  I started attending church every Sunday.

  I made sure the Rev understood what my presence meant.

  He tried to run me off, he even called Wilcox, but that never stopped me.

  I would’ve burned down the church if doing so wouldn’t have taken Opal away from me. Even my Uncle being the county attorney wouldn’t have gotten me off arson charges.

  A biker burning a church in the name of love would’ve made one helluva headline though.

  Opal

  Applying another coat of my vixen red lipstick, I’m ready to go on the prowl. I’m a woman on a mission. A mission to seduce a hot piece of man candy. Trigger Jennings has been my crush since I was in third grade. He won me over when he punched Jimmy Stevens in the nose for trying to lift my skirt up and show everyone my Barbie panties. Shit, with a name like Trigger Jennings, he was bound to be bad, and boy was he ever bad.

  Trigger Jennings was exactly the kind of man my daddy warned me away from and didn’t that just make me crave him even more. You see, my daddy is a reverend. Being his daughter in this town means having a status to uphold, a show to perform for the good folks of Sunny, Kentucky.

  Our town was founded on good Christian morals. My daddy intends to keep it that way, but he can’t stop me from wanting Trigger. And it sure hasn’t stopped Trigger’s motorcycle club from growing larger. They have a clubhouse right outside the town limits, located in the backwoods.

  No “Christian lady” of the church would be caught dead with the likes of Trigger and his outlaws, the Dedicated Sinners.

  However, Trigger and his boys come to church every Sunday and donate, while praising Jesus with the rest of us. Daddy can’t turn them away. They come showing their full respect for the Lord, dressed in their finest, no leather or colors on display.

  Speaking of displays, I grin looking over my dress in the full length mirror. I’m eighteen now and boy does it show in this dress. I spin in my red heels, watching the red polka dots on my white dress swirl. I bought it online, it reminded me of my favorite movie, Cry Baby. Johnny Depp...when that single tear would roll down his cheek, sweet peaches.

  Fluffing my fingers through my blonde curls I’m ready. I walk downstairs to go out with my girlfriend, Rhonda Sue. When I reach the front door, my old man hollers at me, “Opal, make sure you wear your sweater.”

  “Yes sir,” I call out with a grin, grabbing my red button down sweater from the hall closet with no intentions of wearing it. In my daddy's eyes I’m still his little girl waiting in the front pew while he practices his next sermon.

  I’m grown now.

  I’m a woman now.

  Trigger Jennings is gonna find out just how much of a woman I am.

  I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. Rhonda Sue is waiting outside in her yellow jeep; her graduation present. We graduated this morning. I turned eighteen today too. Funny how life works out sometimes in your favor.

  I’ve been waiting to break free, free from the chains of religion my daddy tries to shackle me in.

  Rhonda Sue waves frantically and honks her horn with the stereo blasting.

  Her dark hair blankets her shoulders as she sings along to Cool for The Summer.

  I climb in and strap on my seatbelt as my daddy watches from the window. I bet he’s shaking his head and debating calling me back in the house. He wasn’t so uptight when my mom was still here. He was still strict, but not as much as he’s been since mom left us.

  I’ve not spoken to her since she took off for work one morning and never returned home.

  Of course she sends cards on the holidays, but the bitter man living inside my old man throws them in the trash.

  Part of me was curious once and wondered if she had written anything inside them. I tried digging one out of the garbage and my daddy caught me. A smack to my mouth and his belt to my ass later, I remembered that I hated her for leaving me, and I no longer cared to know if she had anything to say.

  Rhonda Sue has always said to me that my mom didn’t leave me...she left Rev Willoughby.

  Whatever, I don’t want to think of the past. I want to focus on tonight. I want to focus on Trigger Jennings. Warmth pools in my belly just thinking of his dark hair that reaches well below his chin, but doesn’t quite top his shoulders. He has these green eyes that are a dark shade of forest green that pierce straight through my heart to the center of my soul. They’re beautiful, like the rest of him. Tattoos cover most of his arms and his hands.

  I’ve seen him shirtless at the county pool, where he used to lifeguard in the summers. I went to the pool just to look at him, even though I couldn’t swim and had to wear an ugly one piece. Not that Trigger woulda looked at me romantically. I was a child and he was a man, a man performing community service for wrecking a police cruiser during his senior year. God was he ever a man. His muscles would glisten with sweat under the sun. I couldn’t help but wonder if his sweat tasted as good as he looked.

  If he hadn’t been a minor at the time of the wreck he woulda went to jail. But being the county attorney's nephew earned him special treatment. I doubt he would have served long anyhow.

  Tonight, Trigger seeing me as untouchable stops.

  There’s been a magnetic force pulling me to him since I was just a girl.

  Rhonda Sue backs out of the driveway and we set out to cruise town. That's all there is to do around here on a Friday night other than cow tipping.

  I look too damn pretty to go messing my heels up in cow shit.

  Rhonda Sue looks real pretty too in her cutoffs and brown leather halter.

  Wouldn’t my daddy freak if he saw what she was dressed in.

  There's not much to our town, and since I live a street over from main street, we’re the first cruisers on the scene.

  “Wanna head over to the Quick Stop for a Slushie?” I ask, knowing good and well that Trigger and his boys might be there. It’s the only place in town that sells liquor.

  The Rev tried to do away with that too, but the voters spoke and they didn’t agree with my old man.

  If I know anything about Trigger, I know every Friday night he stops off at the Quick Stop to fill his tank, and to buy his beer and cigarettes.

  Rhonda Sue got me to try smoking once and it made me sick. When Rev found out he made me eat one to prove a point.

  “Drugs of any kind are bad for you and when you sin you have to answer for it.” That's what he said to me as he shoved the nasty little thing in my mouth.

  That was a lesser punishment compared to others.

  He overheard me calling Jessa Livingston a cunt on the phone when I found out she was seen on the back of Trigger’s bike. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone having him—Trig, even I if couldn’t. Rev jerked me up by my hair and dragged me to the kitchen sink where he proceeded to tell me the devil had a hold on my tongue. He filled my mouth with dish liquid and made me wash my mouth six times as he pr
ayed over me. That was two years ago, and I can still taste that damn soap in the back of my throat.

  To beat it all, I later found out it was a stupid rumor, Jessa wasn’t with Trigger and she sure wasn't on his bike.

  As nervous as the man makes me, I confronted him about Jessa. I asked him why that skank was good enough for the back of his motorcycle but I wasn’t.

  He chuckled and gave me that damn smile that I know is reserved only for me and said, “Don’t know shit all about no Jessa. What I do know is you aren’t eighteen, as good as you’d look on my bike, until you are legal baby, ain’t nothing I can do about that.”

  So we came to an understanding that day. When I turned eighteen all bets were off.

  And it’s about to come to fruition—me on the back of his bike.

  I squeal and bang my hand against the dashboard when I see the man of the hour is parked at the gas station. The one my momma used to work at.

  Rev would tear the place down if he could. He refuses to get gas here.

  I told him that wasn’t very Christian like and he took his belt to me.

  Enough about Rev though.

  Rhonda Sue gives me a knowing grin. “I know why you wanted a Slushie you slut. Why don’t you just throw your panties at him?” She laughs and I give her an evil eye.

  “You shut your whore mouth with that talk. I’ll tell Rev on you and he’ll wash that mouth out for you.” I smirk.

  She sticks her tongue out at me and pulls right up in front of Trigger and his boys. She’s done it on purpose.

  “Do I look okay?” I question her, feeling uneasy and not quite so brave all of a sudden. It’s been a few months since I’ve talked with Trigger.

  What Rhonda Sue or nobody else for that matter knows, is that Trigger has always checked in on me. He said if anyone saw us talking it’d be bad for him. So I kept it a secret, even from my best friend.

  She knows I’ve always crushed on him, but she has never known he wants me too. He’d show up randomly, I never knew when to expect him. Most the time he’d show up at the library and pull me into a private room.

  Other times he came into the bathroom at Joe’s Pizza when I was out with friends.

  “Delicious Opal, now, get out.” My friend snaps me back into the now and what I am about to do.

  I am about to put myself on the line for Trigger, not knowing if now that the time has come, if he really meant it when he said he was gonna claim me for his, for keeps, forever.

  I open the door and Rhonda Sue yells at me, “Maybe one of these bikers will give your two-faced ass a ride!”

  I stare at her open mouthed, as she glares at me, but there's a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

  “Thanks a lot, you fat bitch,” I scream, and slam the door, hoping my dress didn’t get caught up as I made my exit.

  Rhonda Sue peels out, and I am left standing in the parking lot in front of Trigger and two of his buddies.

  I suck in a breath while pasting on a smile.

  I can do this.

  I feel his eyes on me before I even look in his direction. The heat of his stare is intense. I clutch my pearls as nervous sweat trickles between my breasts.

  When my eyes meet his, a fire ignites between my legs, and I want nothing more than to climb on the back of his bike.

  He doesn’t even say a word as his eyes roam my curves.

  “Hey, Trigger,” I purr laying it on thick.

  He pats the back of his seat and I smile so big. “You wanna ride with me darlin, no need to put on a show. All you gotta do is ask,” he tells me, starting his motorcycle.

  I step next to him, trying to hold myself together, while afraid I’ll pass out.

  He reaches out, grabbing the edge of my skirt. “Your daddy know you’re dressed like this?” He asks with a chuckle.

  “My daddy doesn’t own me,” I say, feeling my backbone return.

  “Climb on and hold on tight. Gonna take you for a ride Opal Willoughby. Next time though, you’ll dress to ride.”

  I smile at him, grazing my bottom lip with my teeth.

  I’m really doing this.

  I throw my leg over the back of his beast on wheels. My daddy is gonna kill me, but when Trigger wraps my arms around his waist, I know it will be worth it. His tattooed knuckles are under my fingers, as I trace over the letters, O-P-A-L. My name, he tattooed my name on his knuckles. I die a little on the inside as wetness pools between my thighs.

  I have dreamt of this for so long.

  He lets go of my hands and smooths my skirt around my knees.

  I didn’t plan this out too well when I decided to wear this dress.

  I feel so damn stupid. My cheeks have got to be as red as my shoes.

  Before pulling out onto the road with his boys following behind us, Trigger says to me, “Last chance to stop this. You and me...been waiting for this day Opal. You do this, ride with me. It’s not a onetime deal. You ride with me...you're mine, forever.”

  I think my panties may have melted completely off. I die a little more on the inside, Trigger said I’m his, and that means he’s mine.

  I can only bury my face into his back, inhaling the scent of his worn leather cut while praying that I don’t burn my legs or show my ass.

  I smirk to myself, one out of the two isn’t so bad when I feel the back of my skirt blow up onto my back.

  He slows when we get behind old man Crawley hauling hay. That man drives like he’s on a Sunday drive no matter what day of the week it is.

  The motorcycle veers across the centerline, and I smile big and proud when we pass the driver’s window.

  If my daddy doesn’t know where I am by now, he’ll surely know soon enough.

  I don’t even care. This is a dream come true. I probably am dreaming. Any minute now I’m gonna wake up in my bed having fallen asleep waiting for Rhonda Sue to pick me up.

  However, when a fly splats against my lips I realize this is indeed very real. Eww, I sputter, trying to rid my lips of the disgusting bug guts. If it weren't for the fact that I’m with Trigger I may have puked.

  Trigger

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking putting the Rev’s daughter on the back of my motorcycle, but I couldn't resist. I’ve seen the way the girl stares at me. My brothers have given me shit about it for years.

  However, I knew today was graduation. I also know Opal’s legal now, and her daddy can’t stop what’s been building between us for years.

  I wanted her long before I knew what it meant to desire a woman. Hell, I knew when I first saw those big brown eyes that one day they’d always be staring back at me. And fuck if she hasn’t made good on that.

  Her eyes always find mine every damn Sunday. No matter how far back I sit, she finds me, and I find her. It’s as though we're connected.

  I go to church just to see her, while my other brothers attend the sermon to put on good face with the community. Although we may not be completely on the up and up, we still try to do good for our town.

  We hold several rides that benefit the local schools. Last year some of the old ladies organized a coat drive, for all the kids. Not one kid was without a coat around here.

  Opal squeezes her arms around me tighter, fuckin’ heaven having her ride with me.

  I know it's a bad idea taking her to the clubhouse, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to show her off, show everyone she’s finally mine.

  I’ve been waiting for her all my life, been waiting to claim her.

  I’m hoping Wilcox, is still handling shit over at Porter’s, another club we do business with. He won’t take kindly to me bringing Opal into our world. A world she knows nothing about.

  When she climbed on my bike in those fuck me heels, there was no turning back.

  Her breasts are smashed against the back of my cut, feeling so damn right.

  Coming up to the compound, I signal for Angus and River to go around me.

  I need to hang back and go over some rules with Opal.

/>   I roll to a stop off to the side of our driveway, under the shade of the trees, and I can feel her legs trembling.

  I figure she’s not used to riding.

  I still her shaking knee with my hand and get off, helping her down as well. Don’t want her to burn those pretty legs on my chrome.

  She seems so nervous. She has no reason to be nervous with me. Tilting her chin up, I tell her, “You’re safe with me. Always will be.”

  She nods with a shy grin.

  “I’m about to take you into my world. You’re gonna see some shit that would kill your preacher daddy on the spot. No matter how you feel about what you see, you keep that to yourself. You don’t talk about what goes on here, and you don’t judge anyone for what they do. Understand?”

  “I’m not an idiot, and I think you know me better than that Trigger Jennings. When have I ever judged anyone in this town but my momma?” She cocks her brow at me, showing me that fire I know she keeps buried. Her daddy has tried to smother it out of her, but my Opal burns for me, she burns bright.

  I’ll make damn sure she always does.

  When she mentions her mom, I start to ask if she ever talks to her, but think better of it. I’m damn sure Rev doesn’t let her visit Porter’s.

  I look her over and know damn good and well it's like taking a lamb to the slaughter. Her small but perky breasts are pushed together by the make of her dress, her waist is accented showing her womanly curves. The way that skirt flairs draws my eyes straight to her legs and those fuck me heels. I can’t wait to have her under me wearing nothing but those red shoes.

  Opal Willoughby was made to bring a sinner like me to his knees. I’ll pay for my sins and cleanse my soul to be worthy of her. I’ll continue to pray and praise God for giving her to me every Sunday in her daddy’s church with her by my side.

  Opal is mine and everyone will know that soon. Her daddy included. Just let him try and step between us.

  Slipping off my cut, I hold it out for her. “Put it on and don’t take it off unless I tell you to.”

  “Why?” She asks, so innocent to the ways of the biker life. If I take her inside the clubhouse looking like a wet dream and every man's virgin fantasy, she’ll be fucked six ways to Sunday.