by Eden Rose
She giggles and then climbs into her car but before she shuts the door, she looks back over at me. “You’ll have to figure that out. Plus, you’d have to be very good to stay at my place long enough to make me breakfast.”
The little witch closes her car door and then starts her car. Should I stop her? Should I demand that she stays here with me?
Deciding that I didn’t want to seem like a complete freak of fucking nature, I let her drive off without even getting her number.
JEN
Not only did I leave two gorgeous specimens at the restaurant and drive off like my ass is on fire, I left without even getting Slice’s phone number. Slice is so fucking hot with his long hair and piercing eyes that just captivate you and don’t let you go no matter what.
Instead of going back to the clubhouse to have some and crazy sex, I’m taking my ass home so I could figure out what the hell I need to do next.
For most of my life, everything has been pretty mapped out. My father, a man that doesn’t take no for answer, had mapped out every aspect of my life up until a couple of years ago when I decided to start over new. I didn’t want people to know where I came from because then it would be easy for everyone to find me. It was best that I just stay gone.
After a few more years, maybe everyone would forget about me and I could come back but I sincerely doubt that I would ever want to step foot back in that town again. A town that has me labeled as a problem child who hangs out with mobsters and criminals. Not one of them had taken the time to get to know me or to even ask if this is something that I wanted.
It’s not, by the way. The only thing that I wanted out of life was to be a hairdresser and there was no way that I could have done it back home.
I take a deep breath and pull out my cell phone that has been vibrating on and off for the past hour and a half. I don’t even need to check it because I already know who it is. It’s my dad and he’s calling to guilt trip me about something.
Sure enough, the blue light on the front of my phone is flashing to inform me of missed notifications. I’m pulling into my apartment complex and once I’m parked, I unlock the front screen. Five missed calls. Three from my father and two from an unknown/ blocked number.
Groaning, I slide out of my car and walk towards the front door to get into the apartments where I live. I’m not looking forward to listening to this conversation or hearing what my father has to say about what is happening to him. Go ahead and call me cold, but you don’t know the half of everything.
First message was standard: “Hi, Jennifer. It’s your father. I need you to call me back.”
Second message got a little more demanding: “Jennifer, answer your phone. I have to talk to you about some shit that could be affecting you.”
Third message was from the blocked number: “An inmate from- “
I stop the voicemail right away because I don’t want to hear what that asshole had to say to me. He’s going to give me some bullshit line about how he’s changed and wants to be a better person.
Fuck. I need to change into something more comfortable before I go about dealing with everything that is happening right now. In the middle of the hallway, I begin to strip. I throw my shirt on the ground and then undo my bra. My shorts meet the same fate as my shirt did and so does my bra.
CHANTAL: what happened with Slice? He’s hot, right?
ME: nothing. I went home
CHANTAL: are you feeling all right? I thought you would be getting your kitty tickled or whatever the fuck you called it.
ME: are you worried about my pussy not getting enough attention?
CHANTAL: no, I’m worried that it’s going to get too much attention
ME: let’s talk about that hot guy that you were with tonight
CHANTAL: let’s talk about you… you are more interesting
ME: keep telling yourself that. You little whore!
I throw my phone onto the couch and walk into the small kitchen to get something to drink. This constant changing of the weather has made me so thirsty. My right hand is scratching the back of my head while I examine the lack of contents in my fridge. I totally need to go grocery shopping.
Get something to drink… or stay naked… That is the conundrum of the evening.
Screw this, I’m going to drink a water. I reach into the back of the fridge and pull out the last water bottle that I have in the apartment and walk back to my couch.
Many people wonder how I could live on the first floor and be naked all the time; I’m going to tell you that it doesn’t bother me. Hell, I think my body is beautiful and I don’t give a shit if someone is looking through my window. There has been about two times that I have felt as if someone is watching me through my window to look at me being naked, but I have never actually seen someone standing outside.
My couch is one of those overstuffed ones with all the pillows on it. It’s a white couch and different animal prints make up the pillows. After finding it at the store, I fell in love with it and bought it that day. I never considered how hard it was going to be to bring it into my apartment but I knew I didn’t have anyone to ask. Needless to say, I got to know my neighbors pretty well.
“Where’s my phone?” I ask myself and lift a pillow to find the remote to the television.
The TV is another thing that I have bought for myself and have spent too much money on. When I left my home town, I couldn’t bring very many things of my own so I had to replace everything. There is not one thing about me that ties me back to my old life.
My phone ringing is what woke me out of my daydream and I look at the number on the caller id again. Unknown/ blocked number again. I don’t answer it because dealing with whatever bull shit he wants to spew is something that I don’t want to deal with.
After hitting the reject button, it rings again. Same phone caller ID. I hit the reject button again, same thing. This goes on a few more times before I’m tempted to answer it and tell him to go to hell. The last time my phone rings, I answer it.
“Hello?” I hedge carefully to make sure that this is my father calling and not him who is locked away.
The smoky and controlled voice of my father floats into my ear from my phone. “Jennifer. Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”
This is typically how my conversations with my dad work. He doesn’t ask how I’m doing or if I’m still making it on my own. No, all he cares about is why he can’t get a hold of me.
“I’ve been busy,” I retort and think of Slice. Man… He was gorgeous. Maybe I should have stuck around.
Hristo Jimenez, also known as my father, grunts and then lets out a deep voice. “Why is it that my only daughter leaves me and walks out on everything that she has known to be a hairdresser? What kind of fucking idiot does that?”
“Well, dad, I’ve been busy. You know… I have a life now and shit that I need to do?” My words are harsh and I wince a little at how they are going to be understood.
“What have you been doing?”
My eyes look to the ceiling to try and think of something to say that will totally get my dad going. “I’ve been having a lot of sex lately and have missed my last two periods. Do you think that I’m pregnant? Or better yet, can you get pregnant doing anal? I’ve always wondered that. Maybe I should just stick with anal and blow jobs. Lord knows that we don’t need any more babies with this blood running through in this world.” I ask him.
I knew the minute that I said anything about having sex would drive the nail in my coffin more. I’m already the black sheep of the family and I know that I won’t be getting back into their good graces.
“Jennifer, this is not fucking funny. You know better than to be fucking around with bikers. What happens when your –”
I don’t need to hear his name to know that he’s still there. I also don’t need to hear my father bring up the biggest mistake of my life continually. It’s something that I won’t forget. With a deep breath, I pull the phone away from my ear and hang
up on my father.
My bottled water is lying next to me and it’s taunting me reminding me that I don’t have any booze in this place. Even though I make good money as a stylist and a fitness instructor, it’s not enough to be able to afford everything that I grew up with. But I would be damned if I call my father back and ask for help. That is something that I refuse to do.
My eyes flutter shut and I take calming breaths to not lose my shit and start throwing my stuff around my apartment. Each breath in is like letting the fresh air in and each breath out is letting the toxic air out. On the tenth breath, I open my eyes expecting to feel some type of cosmic change. There’s nothing.
How did my father know about Joe, Slice and Mack Truck so soon? I literally just got home. How could he have found out that I’ve been hanging around bikers so quickly? It’s not as if I’m over at their house or whatever every day or all the time. There’s absolutely no reason why he should have known that I’ve been hanging out with them.
I look around my apartment and look at the big window that is staring at me through the light curtains. Did I lock that window? Have I ever unlocked it? I can’t remember the last time that I even opened them.
Feeling uneasy about everything, I slide off my couch cushion and walk over to the window to make sure that it’s locked. My fingers touch the lock and I breathe a sigh of relief that it’s locked.
There’s nothing outside that would make me curious about someone watching me but I do look out the window to see. There must have been someone that followed me to Bubba’s to see me with Slice or even any of the bikers that I ate dinner with. Who could it have been though?
A shadowed figure is walking very slowly around my window and I peer through it harder to see if I could make out who it is. The body is long and bulky- very like a man’s body but I can’t be for sure. Whomever is outside, is walking closer and closer to my window and my eyes bulge. My heart is beating harder and faster in my chest and I feel lightheaded from my heavy breathing. The shadowy figure is closer to my window by the time I calm down enough to force my body into action.
“You might not want to be standing at your window buck naked, little girl. There are some freaks out here that would love to teach you a thing or two!” A man’s voice breaks through the sound barriers of my windows and filters through my ear.
That was then that I remembered that I’m naked. I’m standing in full view of everyone that is walking by including this stranger. I might as well leave the fucking door open to rapists and murderers while I’m at it.
I drop the curtain and then back away from the window as if it were going to bite me. I don’t take a second to grab my phone or my water and I bolt to my room for safety. As I run towards my room, I hear a click and then see a flash of light coming through the window. My blood runs cold as I stop at the edge of my door. I’m looking from left to right expecting to see something but there’s no sign of anything weird.
My feet carry me back to the window that I had looked at originally and now my curiosity has gotten the better of me. Is someone looking through the window right now? If they are, why are they taking pictures of me while I’m naked? Well, besides the obvious of a young naked girl who doesn’t close her blinds at night.
My dad’s threat filters in through my mind. Shit, does this mean that Jimmy is out of prison? Why else would my dad be asking me how Jimmy would feel if I were talking to some bikers or whatever? It’s because Jimmy is probably out and he’s come looking for the money that I had taken from our place before leaving it for good.
Fuck.
I’m looking around the apartment trying to see what I have around here to protect myself in case Jimmy comes in. Truthfully, I don’t think he would do anything to physically hurt me. But prison does change a person and I did take a lot of money from that house.
SLICE
The sting of The Bear’s betrayal is too fresh for me to admit that I’m hurt and pissed off that my brother and friend didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was going on. How could he have just left the clubhouse and took on these men by himself? What the fuck is he trying to prove? He’s some martyr or something? Some sort of Ghandi and he’s here to save everyone by sacrificing himself?
No, what he did was fucked up and risky.
I took my anger out on Q Ball, though. For some reason, I’m more pissed off at him than I am at Smokey for what they had done. Not only did they go rogue, but they damaged the brotherhood and the trust that we have in one another here. If we don’t have that, we don’t have anything.
Q Ball dies quicker than I would have liked but I knew he couldn’t stand the beating that I gave him. My fist hurts from punching him in the face and sternum over and over to let him know that he messed up.
“Please, brother,” Q Ball begs me as I land the finishing punch that ended all his suffering.
My chest rises and falls quickly and I take a deep breath to calm myself down. I place my hand on the wall that I’m closest to and brace myself against it. I try to block out the smell of the blood from the traitors that almost took our whole club down, but every breath I take, I smell it. The smell is thick and makes me want to throw up from it.
Each fist that flies into the body of Smokey, our former Veep, I feel against my soul. It’s hard to explain but the betrayal from these three men, have fucked with my trust in this club. If the Veep was willing to sell us out like that to get more money, there must have been more people in the club that helped.
The final punch that was dished out to Smokey is so loud that it was almost silent. My ears clog with the deafening noise of the fist slamming into the fucking coward’s body and I feel almost deaf.
I open my eyes and see that Half Ball and Flip are staring at Smokey and Q Ball’s bodies with wide eyes. I could only imagine how this betrayal feels to them after everything that they have been through Smokey. Hell, I feel it too. But I’m more concerned about The Bear.
“Clean up this mess,” I demand and walk out of the warehouse. I need fresh air and I need to be away from everyone.
I don’t give anyone a chance to talk to me because I’m not in the mood to hear what they have to say. I’m in the mood to get away from everyone because if I’m not, I will probably kill someone.
The walk back to the clubhouse is quick and I’m happy for that. Being outside and imagining what just happened, is making me sick to my stomach. Holy fucking shit. When I did I become such a damn pussy?
“Pinky?” I call out to Chantal who is sitting outside by herself.
She places her phone face down and then looks over at me. “You must hate me…”
I shake my head because I don’t hate her. I couldn’t get mad at her for doing something that she was hired to do in the first place. “No, sweetheart. I don’t hate you. I’m gonna fuck up your man, though.”
Chantal’s eyes widen and then she looks away from me. I hate when she acts as if she doesn’t have self-confidence or something. “Quit looking away from me like you’re afraid of me. I’m not going to do anything that is going to hurt you.”
“I’m really sorry, Slice… I didn’t mean to get in the way of you guys and everything. Look at everything that I have caused… With Big Sir, my parents, Half Ball and now this. All of this is my fault.”
I walk over to her and step in the line of her sight to get her to pay attention to me better. “None of this is your fault. Your man knew what he was doing when he brought some outsider into this club. Luckily for me, this outsider has a hot best friend…”
She blurts out a laugh and then covers her mouth with her hand. “You think Jen is hot?”
“Duh, Pinky. Jen is smokin’ hot. Can I have her number?”
Chantal shakes her head and then giggles. “Nah, man. You don’t want to get in the middle of her shit. She’s not the ‘bare feet and pregnant’ type.”
I smirk at her and then give her big puppy dog eyes. “Please, Pinky?” I beg and clasp my hands in front of me to show that I’m
desperate. “Puh-puh-pleeassseeee?”
She breaks out in giggles and then rolls her eyes. “If Jen gets pissed at me for giving you her number, I didn’t give you shit.”
Like a dumb ass cheerleader, I jump up in the air and clap my hands to show that I’m happy I’m going to get the number. “I promise, I won’t tell her shit!” I cross my heart in front of her.
“Sweet Jesus. This is going to end badly. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”
As soon as I have her number stored in my phone, I kiss her on the cheek and walk back into the clubhouse. I know that I should be dealing with all the drama that is about to happen outside with the amount of betrayal, but I don’t want to deal with it. I don’t want to deal with the sting of everything that has happened nor do I want to sit around and talk about it like some chick.
“Hey!” Val calls from the kitchen and she’s got on some slutty ass outfit with her tits hanging out. She’s talking to one of the other flies but no one knows this chick’s name. We all call her the Hoover.
Yeah, the Hoover because you guessed it. She likes to suck dick and she’s good at swallowing the whole fucking thing.
I half smile at them and continue to walk through the halls to my room. Val and the Hoover are probably looking for someone to fuck tonight and I’ve got my focus on a pretty woman with blue hair and eyes that captivate me.
“Want some company?” Val calls from the kitchen.
My back is rail straight and I ignore her. I stick my hand in my pocket and dig out my keys while still holding my phone in the other hand. Once the keys are out of my jeans’ pocket, I stuff the key in the lock to unlock my door. I would have thought by ignoring her and not giving her the attention that she probably wanted, she would get the hint. That was not the case because I slammed my door shut and she’s now knocking.
“You seem stressed. How about we make you feel better?”
By principle, I hate being a dick. Yeah, some bikers would have used her pussy and mouth to get the job done, but I’ve never been that type. I’m not a saint and I’ve definitely fucked my fair share of women, but I’m not interested in this one. Well, again.
