Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  “Just do as I say,” I grit through my teeth, already seeing red and no one's even laid an eye on her yet.

  “Okay, bossy ass,” she teases.

  “Your daddy hear you talk like that?”

  She rolls those doe eyes back in her head. “If he did, he’d tan my hide with his belt and praise Jesus while he gave me my licks.”

  I’ll kill him. I warned that bastard years ago, told him he touched Opal again, he’d be dealing with me.

  Opal

  When I talk of my daddy and his belt, Trigger’s nostrils flare and his breathing grows heavy. His fists clenching at his sides.

  “Hey, I’ve had worse and I’ve survived,” I tell him taking his hand in mine.

  “He still raising a hand to you?”

  I shrug. “Only when I’m bad.”

  “Won’t be touching you no more,” he declares and I believe him. Trigger isn't the sorta man to make empty promises. His word is his bond. I know that much about biker culture. I watch TV. Not that I think Trigger’s life is anything like what I see on cable, but some of it must apply.

  “Do you live here?” I ask changing the subject.

  “Got a room here, but I live out near Ficher's Pond,” he tells me, the tension seeming to leave him as his hand relaxes in mine. His fingers curl into mine, feeling like home.

  I remember he lived in the low-rent apartments when I was younger. I know because that's where my babysitter lived when I was in middle school, and Rev wouldn’t allow me to stay by myself any during the summer or after school. I’d see Trigger sitting at the park with his friends. I always imagined these plans of how I was gonna go over and talk to him, but I’d always chicken out. He’d catch me staring and smile at me, or give me a wink.

  “I’d like to see your place sometime,” I hint.

  “You’ll do more than see it Opal.” That's all he tells me before ordering me on his bike and driving us through the open gate.

  His buddies are walking through the front door of a large farmhouse. It’s one of those big white ones with plenty of windows for providing natural light on a clear sunny day. Music is playing, and there's a couple out on the wraparound porch getting it on hot and heavy. The woman’s head bounces off the siding as her man thrusts into her. I swallow hard and Trigger squeezes my hand.

  I smile at him and he grins that sexy grin that stole my heart in third grade. When he smiles at me, I feel like his smile has only ever been for me.

  “You okay?”

  I nod, holding his gaze.

  I don’t know what it is, but somehow this feels right.

  Like I am meant to be here right now with Trigger. By the way he’s staring at me I sense he feels it too.

  He rubs his thumb across my lips, smearing my lipstick across the pad of his rough digit.

  “Here on out, only time you wear this shit is when you plan on putting a ring of it around my cock.”

  His words, crude and raw, take me aback, and I let out a gasp.

  “I’ll never treat you like a whore Opal, but I gotta let these men, my brothers, know that you belong to me. No matter what I say, you just agree and stay next to me. Got me?”

  “I got you.”

  He wipes my lipstick from his fingers on the inside of his shirt. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I trust him.

  Trigger

  Walking into the clubhouse with Opal on my arm, my cut claiming her is the best damn feeling.

  Crank looks her over and shakes his head at me. He’s been giving me shit about Opal since she started developing tits. He scrubs a hand over his face. “Robbing the Rev’s cradle brother, gonna start a war.”

  “I can handle that old bastard.” I look at Opal and she doesn’t even flinch at me talking about her daddy in such a crude way. In fact, she smiles at me and kisses my cheek. Her velvety lips against my skin, has me wishing she was marking my dick with what’s left of her red lipstick.

  “Wanna beer?” I ask her and she blushes.

  “I’ve never drank before.” Her lashes flutter and my dick grows harder.

  “Then you’re not gonna start now,” I tell her.

  She smiles and takes Crank’s open bottle from his hand. Before it reaches her lips I grab her wrist. “Never take an open drink unless I give it you to. Never know what could be in it. Get me?”

  “I get you.” Her eyes start to roll and I cup her ass, filling my palm with her thick cheek.

  “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” I grit out.

  “Trig, I already have a daddy. I don’t need another,” she sasses, and it takes everything in me not to turn her over my knee and show her who’s in charge here—me.

  Crank chuckles. “I like her. You get tired of this poser and want a real man...you come see me.”

  “Fuck you, fat bastard.” I shove his beer back in his hands. My girl is looking around taking it all in. The front living room is now a bar, with a kitchen connected on the other side that would make Gordon Ramsay's dick hard with lust. Our crew loves to eat and Wilcox’s old lady loves to feed us. An office and a few bathrooms make up the rest of the downstairs. Upstairs are some bedrooms and an attic. The basement is home to a few pool tables and spare rooms for guests.

  Behind the farmhouse sits the garage and cabins.

  No one bothers us out here, they know better.

  With Opal’s fingers threaded through mine, I give her a brief tour. Now that she's mine, she needs to know her way around. She needs to know the names of my brothers. The ones she isn't familiar with. Not all our men attend her daddy’s church.

  There isn’t much to show her really. She seems more fascinated by the photos of old club members that cover the walls. The opposite side of the room has more current pictures of our members. One photo in particular captures her attention.

  Her mouth opens and shuts.

  I squeeze her hand knowing what has her speechless. Her old man the Rev, before he went and found his faith used to ride with Wilcox, our president.

  He was young then, not sure how old, maybe still in high school.

  “He…” she starts then stops tracing her finger over his face.

  “Yeah,” I reply, not having any other words for her.

  “Hypocrite,” she whispers turning away from the photograph.

  “Figured you knew with your mom shacking up with Porter,” I divulge with a shrug.

  “My mom?” She questions.

  Fuck.

  Cupping the back of my neck, I look up to the ceiling. I hate to be getting into such deep shit right now.

  Before I can explain further, Wilcox’s loud mouth bellows across the room. “Trigger. Office now,” he grits. I can see the spit flying from his mouth.

  This won’t be pretty.

  I knew it’d come but was hoping for more time.

  Opal’s eyes are wide with fear.

  “Always safe with me,” I remind her, as I pull her along with me.

  Her hand is soft but clammy.

  Wilcox would make even the toughest of men nervous. He’s intimidating, all six feet five and three hundred pounds of him.

  Down the hall beyond the bathrooms, the brute is waiting to hand me my ass.

  Taking a seat, I pull Opal into my lap, not giving her a chance to run and not giving a flying fuck what Wilcox has to say about it.

  If she really wants this—a life with me, as my old lady, she needs to get used to Wilcox and all my brothers too.

  It seems sudden, but I don’t take chances. When I want something, I grab onto it, and I don’t let go.

  I knew I wanted Opal long ago, I knew she’d come to me, just as we'd always planned.

  I wasn't prepared for how she’d handle my life being thrust in her face all at once.

  Maybe this is too much too soon for her. She’s used to her sheltered life with her daddy.

  That life is over though, it ended when she climbed on my bike and slipped my cut on.

  Opal

  Sitting in Trig’s lap
with this beast of a man shooting daggers at me with his dark eyes, I’m trying to appear cool. However, I am about ready to pee my pants. He’s one scary looking asshole. His salt ‘n pepper gray hair hangs over his shoulders, and I can’t tell where his hair ends and his beard begins. He’s like a damn bear. A bear that wants to rip my head off and feed it to his cubs.

  “Whatta ya doin Trigger? I gave you an order and you go behind my back, behind the club’s back and stick your nose where it don’t belong. I warned you boy.”

  “I’m no boy and as you can see…Opal is mine. The Rev can’t say shit all about it.”

  “You dumb motherfucker. The only reason Rev hasn’t run us off was because I promised him…” The man beats his fist down on the desk.

  “Promised him what?” Trigger is shouting, and I nearly topple out of his lap.

  I can feel the anger pouring out of him in waves.

  “I swore to him that I’d never allow Opal to be part of the club, that it’d never touch her. After the shit storm her mother caused when she shacked up with Porter…” He tugs on his beard.

  Finding my voice, I ask about my mother. “You saying my mom is part of the club?”

  “What I’m saying is, that you need to get her ass back to the Rev before he rains the law down on us. Not a good time for this shit Trigger,” he growls, shaking his head at Trig.

  Trigger caps his hands over my ears like I’m a child and says, “We holding?”

  I don’t know what he means by that, but I’m sure it's nothing good.

  I see the man Trigger calls Wilcox, nod.

  Trigger’s hands leave my ears and tighten around me.

  “Not if Opal presses charges for the hell he’s put her through.”

  “Told you that wasn’t your business.”

  I’m still sitting here in Trigger’s lap with his arms around me, while they talk about me like I’m not even here. They continue their pissing match until I can’t take it any longer.

  Without asking, I grab the phone off the desk and call my daddy.

  I set the phone to speaker and both men shut their mouths as the line rings.

  After four rings the line clicks. “Told you never to call here,” my daddy says with venom in his voice.

  “Sully,” I call him by his first name.

  “Robin,” he croaks, mistaking me for my mother.

  “No, daddy, it’s me–Opal.”

  The line goes quiet and Wilcox is shaking his head muttering fuck, shit, damn.

  “You where I think you are?”

  “You lied to me. All these years, you told me what a sinner Trigger was and to stay away from him. But I saw your picture daddy. You’re no different. No…you’re…you’re worse. All these years you’ve made me feel like mom left because I was a bad kid. She never left me, she left you.”

  “Opal, there are things you don’t understand. Things I never wanted for you. I nearly lost my life to the club, and I turned my life around. Then when you were born, I knew I never wanted my old life to touch you. Your mom wanted different things. She fell into old habits. Come home, and we can talk about it more then.”

  Twisting the phone cord around my fingers I pause, I want to know about my mom, but Trigger knows where she is. He can take me to her.

  “No, I don’t think so. I’m done listening to your lies. I’m gonna stay here with Trigger, and if you come after him or the club, I’ll tell everyone what you did to me. I’m not talking about the beatings you made me suffer either.”

  Trigger punches the wall behind me, losing his shit. For a moment I forgot he was in the room, I didn't mean for him to hear that.

  I hang up the phone just in time to see Trigger pulling a gun from the waistband of his jeans and storming out the door with Wilcox charging after him.

  Running down the hall after them, I hear total chaos. Wilcox is ordering Angus and River to subdue Trigger, but he’s pointing his gun at them, daring anyone to step to him.

  “Trig,” I plead, approaching him with caution.

  “Don’t Opal.” He shakes his head. “That motherfucker is gonna pay.”

  “He will. He’ll burn in hell for what he’s done. But you go off shooting him and you’ll be no better than he is. That's what he’d love to happen. For you to give him an easy way out and for you to be taken away from me.”

  His eyes burn into mine, he swallows hard. While his attention is on me, Angus and River come at him from both sides and knock him out cold. River hands the gun to the guy behind the bar and he locks it in the wall safe.

  “Put him in a room,” Wilcox orders them. The rest of the club goes back to drinking and minding their own. “You, back in my office, now!” He barks at me.

  I follow him back down the hall, hating that I brought trouble on the club’s doorstep.

  “What you said about Rev, that true?” He asks, taking a bottle of liquor from a drawer.

  I nod unable to look him in the eyes. I know from the expression on his face that he must have been friends with my daddy a long time ago. From the looks of that picture I saw earlier, they were brothers.

  He tosses back a shot and quickly pours another, only giving this one to me. I don’t think twice before knocking it back. The bitter liquid shoots down my throat, and I nearly spit it back out. It warms me down to my toes.

  “Trigger is a hothead. He’s a good man, but…” he takes another shot and smiles at me. “You sure you want this life. It isn’t pretty.”

  “Ugly is all I have ever known other than Trigger, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He grunts taking another shot, then handing me another. “I love him, always have, always will,” I declare with a shrug of my shoulder wanting this man to know I love Trigger, and I’m not backing down, before taking another drink.

  “That's all I can hope for, for my best enforcer. We got rules and you’re gonna have to follow them. There will be times he’ll be gone and you won’t know when he’ll drag his ass home. Think you can handle that?”

  “I survived Rev didn’t I? I can handle a few bikers,” I tease.

  He comes around the desk and gives me a hug. It's awkward but sweet.

  When he steps back I ask him about my mom.

  “You know my mom, and this Porter guy she’s with?”

  “I do. I know your mom well. Good woman.”

  “The kind who leaves her daughter with an abuser,” I say, not angry with him, but still hating her for not taking me with her.

  “I don’t know why your mom made the choices she did, but that's something only she can answer for.”

  I nod, knowing that what he says is true.

  A low knock sounds at the door.

  River sticks his head in and informing us that Trig is awake and asking for me.

  Trigger

  Coming to, my head hurts like a motherfucker. Angus is standing by the door attempting not to laugh. “I’ll give you yours for this asshole,” I grumble. “You didn't have to go all WWE on my ass.”

  “Yeah, and risk you going off like some sort of vigilante and going to prison. Don’t think so Trig. I get you love the bitch, but you gotta think with your head, not your dick. What good will you do her in jail man? What will shooting Rev change?”

  “Not a damn thing, but it woulda made me feel a helluva lot better.”

  To think, I coulda put a stop to him years ago makes me feel like a lousy shit. I wish Opal woulda said something, fuck, I shoulda known.

  The door opens and in she walks, my Opal, my world.

  “Get out Angus,” I yell.

  Opal flinches at the harshness of my voice.

  Angus flips me off and makes a jerking off motion with his other hand. Prick.

  “We need to talk,” I snap.

  “So talk,” she says flippantly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

  “Not with you down there. C’mere.” Hoisting her under the shoulders, I pull her up to the headboard with me. “You shoulda told me what was going on a long
fuckin time ago. Shouldn’t be hearing that shit today.”

  “I get that you’re angry, but the shit Rev put me through...it didn’t happen like you are assuming. Had you let me explain after my call, I would’ve told you that after that summer at the pool, when you ripped Bobby Wiggins a new asshole, Rev stopped touching me. After that, he only ever hit on me or took his belt to me. When you started showing up to church every Sunday he left me alone, and somehow I knew, it was because of you.”

  I take a deep breath, knowing the last thing she needs right now is my flipping out on her.

  “It was a long time ago, and I’ve come to terms with it. I don’t want to think about Rev anymore. I don’t want to talk about Rev anymore,” she says getting closer to my face.

  “What do you want Opal?” I hedge, raising a brow at her as she bites her bottom lip.

  “I want you to shut up and kiss me. For someone so full of himself you sure are slow on the uptake aren’t you,” she teases.

  “Oh yeah?” I ask, leaning in.

  “Oh ye–,” I cut her off crashing my mouth into hers.

  With my hands wrapped in her hair, I kiss her slowly, the way a girl like Opal is meant to be kissed.

  Her arms go around my neck as her tongue sweeps against mine; soft, warm, full of passion, and tasting of whiskey.

  Pulling back, I hold her gaze. “You been drinkin?”

  “A little.” She smirks, trying to be all cute. “Wilcox thought I could use a shot of something.”

  I make a mental note to talk to Wilcox later about feeding my girl liquor.

  “So, you have me here now, what are you gonna do with me?”

  “Gonna take you home,” I say. “Soon as my head quits pounding.”

  Opal isn’t a quick fuck that you bring to a room, she’s a girl you take home and take your time appreciating every single inch of her.

  She looks at me with an angry scowl. Then she punches me and calls me a mother truckin’ dipshit.

  I bust out laughing. “Mother truckin’,” I mock. “You mean a mother fuckin’ dipshit babe.”

  She punches me again.

  I grab her by her left wrist, then her right one, pinning her hands above her head. “Stop punching me. I meant my home, our home.” Sucking her bottom lip between my teeth, I nip at her playfully and she opens her mouth to me.