by P. T. Macias
Mom left and didn’t care to say goodbye.
I never saw her again.
Yeah, it was hard, especially when I hit puberty. Dad didn’t help, and my best friend Sara and her mother helped me to understand what I should do and expect.
I love Mrs. Romo because she helped me learn how to demand respect and love from a man.
Mrs. Romo helped me understand that I am worthy of everything I want, and dream. I learned a lot from Mrs. Romo because she tried to help when she could.
Three
Wyatt
I walk to the Chapel for Church. My brother Nicolas is standing at the door, collecting the cell phones.
“Hey Ice, you look fucked up,” Nicolas says, shaking his head. He starts bopping to the music in his head. He so fucking cheerful, and today is not good.
“Motherfucker! Not everyone can be a male version of that girl, Elle, in that Legally Blonde movie. I swear that you’re that girl,” I huff, walking past him.
“Motherfucker, since when do you watch chick flicks,” Nicolas asks, chuckling.
“A long time ago,” I say, walking into the Chapel.
“You’re going to have to share the story,” Nicolas yells, laughing.
I raise my hand, flipping him off, sliding onto my chair. I lean back, watching the brothers jest and yell as they walk in and take their seats.
My brothers Seth and Creed walk in, taking their seats. Creed is the VP, and Seth’s blood brother.
Nicolas closes the door, sets the basket on the back table, yelling out.
“Hades Knights are in the house!”
Nicolas chuckles, doing his signature happy dance, bending his knees, turning in a circle shaking his ass, then he walks to his seat.
“Brothers, we have several issues to review. That Motherfucker Torres escaped. He has a black soul because he did shoot at his own daughter, Axle’s old lady, Cynthia. She’s doing well, but we need to keep our eyes open. Torres is getting closer to us,” Seth says, looking around the room.
My brother Axle, he’s the MC’s Treasurer. The Bay Area’s Cartel Torres has been trying to take our territory. He’s tried to kill us by doing a drive-by at the Hades Asylum, and we lost a brother Heath the prior Treasurer. Torres tried to get to us through Cassie’s Father Beck and then he sent his own daughter Cynthia to seduce our brother Axle.
Torres ran when he learned that they fell in love, and Cynthia helped by warning us of his intentions. That’s when he shot his own daughter.
Fuck!
“Axle, we need to keep an eye on Cynthia because I have a feeling that he’s going to try to contact her and go after one of us again. I think it could be Mad Dog since he’s in the jail where he has his men that can get to him, We need to get Mad Dog out asap,” Seth says, crossing his arms.
“Motherfucker better not touch Asher,” Axle snarls, fisting his hand.
Asher, we call Mad Dog, and Axle are blood brothers, twins. Asher was framed and is in jail; we’re trying to get the evidence to get him out.
“It looks like Torres could be the one that framed Asher,” Creed says, pulling his beard.
“Rocco, did you get any additional information to help Mad Dog,” Seth asks the MC’s IT man. He’s a genius in everything that has to do with hacking and gathering intel.
“Yeah, I’m following several new leads. I should have the intel to you soon,” Rocco says, sliding his finger over his tablet.
“Right. Brothers, there’s a strip club for sale in Redding, and I think it would be a great addition for us, especially since our gun distribution is growing,” Seth says, looking around the room.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” Axle says, looking at Hunter, he’s the Secretary, to make sure he’s taking notes.
“The Dolls strip club in Redding is for sale; we need to check it out. I want Ice, Bruiser, and Nicolas to do a run to check out the Dolls strip club to see if it would be something that we would like to acquire,” Seth says, nodding.
“I’m concerned with the Anarchy Kings MC, it’s their territory,” Dante says, the MC’s Sargent Of Arms. He takes care of the Prez and the club. He’s a huge motherfucker, damn dangerous, and he’s marrying the Ward’s youngest girl.
Yup that would be Seth’s and Creed’s baby sister. I thought he was going to get killed when they found out, but he was given a pardon.
Dante is a lucky son of a bitch.
Fanfuckingtastic!
“We do have a Hades Knights MC charter in Redding, so it should be okay. They can help if we need help at the strip club, but I feel that it’s a great opportunity. We need another business to clean up the money. It’s only a couple of hours ride,” Seth says, twirling the gravel looking around the room at the brothers.
“True,” Dante says, nodding.
“Carter, Ryker, Chad, Dante to do the runs. Hunter and Colton to work at the Styx tonight, don’t forget to get the brothers to work at the Eros hotel, Knights repair shop, Nyx club, and Knights After Dark,” Seth says, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Ice, check out the strippers and bartenders to see if they’re any good in case we purchase the joint,” Creed says, looking at me.
“Right,” I say, lifting my head.
“That’s it, brothers, Church is done,” Seth says, slamming the gavel on the table.
The brothers start stomping their feet on the floor and pounding the table with their fists. The passion and love are heard in their voices as they yell out the dogma.
“Hades Knights brotherhood! Honor, duty, respect, and fidelity! One for all and all for one!”
Four
Ashley
I look through the window at my old 1995 Dodge Cougar parked in the corner of the parking lot, biting my lower lip.
I hope that Jason's thugs don’t start jumping on my car like they did last time, making several large dents on the hood of my car. It’s not the most beautiful car, but it gets me from point A to point B.
I look at the Sara walk past my brother and his crew. I know that Sara loves Jason, but he’s no good for her. He messes with her, but I see him with the hoochie mamas.
Jason whistles as he watches Sara, waking over, falling into step next to her. He walks with her down the walkway.
Who knows what bullshit he’s telling her. Oh, gawd Sara, please don’t believe him. I chew my lower lip, watching them.
Jason laughs, shaking his head, and turns around to walk away.
Sara pushes her blonde hair from her flushed face, looking over her shoulder at him. She walks over to the apartment, knocking on the door.
I walk out of my room to open the door for her, giggling.
“Oh, my Gawd! Nodgecock! You keep falling for Jason when you know that he’s no good for you,” I say, pulling the door back.
“Yeah, I hate that you use that word. Geeze, it’s like your favorite word since you learned it’s meaning in high school,” Sara says, gathering her hair up.
“What’s wrong with it, it’s so much fun using that word, especially when it fits,” I say, laughing, closing the door.
“Uh, I guess nothing, but it’s odd to hear it. You’re the only one that I know that uses it. Anyways, I’m going out with Jason tonight,” Sara smiles, bopping her body.
“Okay, have fun. I’m going to study for the test while I’m at the laundromat. Then I need to go to work,” I say, walking to my room.
I gather my basket of dirty clothes, which is basically everything that I own. I don’t have any fancy clothing, only underwear, jeans, leggings, shorts, skirts, and tops. I grab my backpack, putting my tablet away and notepad.
“It looks like you have a big load to wash,” Sara says, sitting on my bed, stretching out.
“Yeah, this is all of my clothes,” I say, looking inside my backpack. I need to make sure that my cash and burner cells are still in the backpack.
“You’re always studying. When are you going to have fun,” Sara says, sitting next to me on my twin bed.
I look at her, shrug, and I pick up my notes.
“Well, that would be when I finally get a degree so I can work and have everything I want,” I say, smiling.
“Whatever. You can have everything you want if you get yourself a cute guy,” Sara says, smiling.
“Yeah, I don’t think so, and I don’t want to ever depend on a man or anyone to get what I want out of life,” I say, shaking my head.
“Gawd, you’re so fucking stubborn. What time do you need to get to work,” Sara asks, looking at her cell phone?
“I’m leaving in a few hours, so I’m going to have time to study a little more,” I say, closing up my note pad.
“Right, make sure to call me in the morning, so I know that you got home,” Sara says, nodding.
“Okay, will do. Make sure to be smart when it comes to Jason. Remember what your Mom says about giving away the milk for free, they wouldn’t buy the cow,” I say laughing, falling back onto my bed laughing, wobbling around.
“Yeah, you’re too much,” Sara says, grinning.
“Jason is nice, and you know it. I want him, so yeah, I’m going to work on him,” Sara says, nodding.
“Yeah, well, you need to get him to get a job and maybe to go back to school to finish, then maybe he will be good for you,” I say, sitting up to look at her thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I get it, he was almost done with the welding trade. He needs to take the test, and he’ll be able to get a great job,” Sara says, nodding.
“Yeah, but not if he continues to hang with those hoods. He’s changing, and I don’t like it. I hope that you can get him away from them,” I say, nodding.
“Yeah, I will try to get him to focus on the test. I’m going to get ready for my date,” Sara says, pushing off my bed, pulling down her skirt.
“Later,” I say, getting off my bed.
Five
Wyatt
“Ice, let’s get some dinner before we head out,” Bruiser says, sliding his long leg over his bike.
“Let me call my old lady,” Nicolas says, smirking.
“Sounds good,” I say, pulling on my helmet.
“Let’s go,” Nicolas says, pulling on his shades.
We ride out of the clubhouse parking lot, turning onto the road. I twist the throttle, accelerating my bike.
Fuckingtastic!
Finally, my head is clear, and the stress is disappearing.
We ride in a straight formation heading to our favorite diner on the outskirts of Elk Grove. The clubhouse is at the edge of South Sacramento and Elk Grove in the country area. I love it out here. A few minutes later, we pull into the parking lot, turning off the bikes.
I follow the brothers into the diner, thinking of eating the huge burger that’s fabulous. In fact, I eat at the diner almost every day. I don’t like to eat at the clubhouse.
“Hi guys,” Betty says, grabbing the menus following us down the room. She’s a cute girl, real sweet. Too young for me, but she’s always flirting, but I don’t feel it.
We take the booth at the end.
I look at her, nodding with a small smile.
“Hi, get me the burger,” I say, looking at the menu out of habit.
“Yeah, get me one,” Nicolas says, tapping his hands on the table.
“Make that three,” Bruiser says, winking at her.
“What about to drink,” Betty asks, smiling.
“Beer,” I say, leaning back into the cushion.
“Yeah, a beer,” Nicolas says, looking at her.
“Beer,” Bruiser says, crossing his arms leaning on the table.
“Right, I’ll bring you the beers,” Betty says, nodding. She walks away to put in the order, and she brings us the beers.
“Ice, it’s good to see you out of Styx, you too Bruiser,” Nicolas says, laughing. He bops to the beat of the music blaring from the jukebox.
“Fuckingtastic Nicolas, you know that I like to stay busy. I want to get this over with asap,” I say, taking a pull of my beer. I look out the window at the cars driving down the road.
“Good because I need to get home to Cassie,” Nicolas says, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Hey, let’s enjoy this ride,” Bruiser says, pulling the beer label off the bottle.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I say, nodding.
An hour later, we’re back on the road heading to Redding; it’s a two-hour ride. The full moon is shining bright, illuminating the night.
We arrived at the Dolls strip club, in a good time. I park my bike on the side of the building. My brothers pull in next to me, turning off the bikes. I take off my helmet, resting it on my handlebar. I look around the parking lot that’s almost full, but it’s still reasonably early.
“I’m checking the back,” Bruiser says, walking over to the end of the parking lot. He turns the corner, walks to the back of the building.
“Let’s get inside,” Nicolas says, looking around.
“Okay, get the table, I’m checking outside to give Seth a full report,” I say, taking out my cigarette from my side pocket, and I light it up.
“Right,” Nicolas says, walking to the door. I walk to the end of the parking lot; I look around.
Six
Ashley
The parking lot at the strip club is full, so I decide to park on the street behind the club. I rather park on the street because it gives me peace of mind that I can do a quick getaway if I ever would need to.
I open the car door, jumping out because I’m in a hurry. I walk to the back of the car, stopping at the trunk, I pop it open. I gather my long dark hair into a messy bun, pulling the blonde wig on my head, then I slam the trunk lid.
Nodgecocks.
I’m running late. The laundromat was full of people, and I had to wait for the available washer and then for the dryer. It took longer than I thought. I take long, quick strides, digging my black boots into the asphalt.
Oh, my God!
Where did this Nodgecock come from?
He’s the asshat that’s always trying to slide the dollar bill further into my thong. He’s so damn slimy; he makes me sick. Hell, asshat is crazy if he thinks that I’m going to give him the time of day. The man is medium height, he grabs my arm as I try to walk past him.
“Hey Barbie, I’m here to see you, and I want a lap dance after your hot number,” the man says, pulling me closer to him.
Eww. . . . his breath sticks.
Asshat dings his fingers into my flesh as he pulls me closer. I pull my arm trying to escape his grasp.
“Leave me alone! You need to pay for the lap dance on the floor, talk to the bouncer,” I huff glaring at him.
“Hell, that’s not all I want,” the asshat says, pulling me closer, sniggering.
“Let me go,” I say, pulling my arm and pushing him away with my other hand. It’s like pushing a wall because he would budge.
“Not until I get a kiss,” the asshat says snickering.
Fucking nodgecocks!
I’m so fucking frustrated and starting to get scared. How am I going to get away from this Nodgecock asshat?
Then out of who knows where a tall, muscular man shows up. Oh yeah, it makes me so fucking happy. I look at him, taking in his handsome face, inhaling his delicious scent.
Wow!
The tall man stops next to us, getting in front of the asshat's face. The jerk releases my arm, as the tall man gets in his face, grabbing his neck.
I can see the asshat's fear and anger. I think that the asshat is fucking Nodgecock. You can see that the tall man can break the asshat in half with his hands.
“Let the lady go,” growls the tall man pushing asshat against the wall.
I take a step back, taking in the tall, dark, and handsome man. I don’t miss the biker look, the vest; he’s so damn hot.
“What the fuck! You son of a bitch mind your own business,” the asshat yells, glaring at me.
“It is my business, don’t ever come near her, or I’ll kill you,” the hottie says, shovi
ng him aside.
“Fuck you,” the asshat snarls walking away, flipping him off.
Geeze, the asshat is such a wimp.
“Oh my God, thank you,” I say, gazing up at him wide-eyed, holding my bag close to my chest.
“No worries, are you ok,” the biker says, looking into my troubled brown eyes.
“Yeah, I am. I was so scared,” I say, nodding gasping. I adjust my wig and shirt, looking up at the hot biker, I nervously smile a small.
“I’m glad to hear that,” the biker says, smiling resting his hands on his waist. He looks at me, running his gaze down my body.
Oh, my God!
“I’m Barbie,” I say, extending my small hand.
The biker hottie takes my hand, holding it with both of his hands grinning.
“I’m Ice,” the biker says, gazing into my eyes.
“Thank you, Ice, you’re awesome! I need to go inside,” I say, smiling.
“I’ll see you inside,” Ice says, nodding.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, pulling my hand.
Seven
Wyatt
I inhale, closing my eyes, releasing the last of the stressful thoughts. I walk around the parking lot, looking at everything to make a note of what would need repairs.
I look at the street behind the club, nodding. I take the last drag of my cigarette; then, I drop it on the ground stubbing it out with my boot. The street is relatively empty, so that means that there’s plenty of parking.
The car pulls into the parking space on the street. I’m about to turn when a girl jumps out of the small white car. She takes long strides to the trunk. She pulls it open, looks inside.
For some reason, she captures my attention. I look at her biting her lower lip as she leans into the trunk.
That girl has a perfect ass.
She gathers her long dark hair pulling it into a bun; then, she tugs on a blonde wig. The hot girl pulls out a bag from the trunk. I watch her shut the trunk and walk down over to the club.
