“What do you mean?” I ask as I pull the throw blanket over my legs. It’s started to cool down here in Kentucky. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m so emotionally drained that my body is starting to suffer as well.
“Memphis and I met a long time ago. I became pregnant and, when I told him it was either the MC or us, he chose the MC. He went upstate for a good number of years. When he got out, it seemed like he’d changed.” She sighs. “It was just wishful thinking, though. I got my wedding after many years of waiting.” She glows as she talks about happier times in her life. “Things were great, until I found out that he’d started doing stuff for the MC again.” Seeing tears forming in her eyes breaks my heart; all I want to do is comfort her.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I won’t be mad, but I didn’t even know that you had kids, let alone that you’re a widow!”
“I have two children. The oldest is a few years younger than you.” She smiles and pats my thigh. “This conversation wasn’t about me, though. How do you feel?”
“Honestly? The same. I feel like I have closure and that it’s one hundred percent behind me now. It feels like I’ve grown up. You know what I mean?” I run my fingers through my hair. “I need to go home, though. My father isn’t going to live much longer and I know that it’s important to find Ryder. He’d be really pissed, however, if he found out that I was sitting here while my father is dying.”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I reach for my phone and try to call Ryder once again. Of course, it goes to voicemail.
“Voice mail again?” she asks. I nod. “Well, since you’re going to your father’s, we need to get you packed and I need to either get one of the prospects to take you back to Alabama or see if my son can take you.”
I still find it hard to believe that she is actually a mother and that I have never seen her kids.
“Do you mind me asking where your kids are? I don’t think I have ever seen them.” I scratch my head and start to walk towards my bedroom so that we can start packing a bag for me.
She laughs.. “Honey, you work with Marko every day. You never noticed that he looks just like Ryder?” She snickers a little bit more.
“No, I have never noticed.” I start to think of everyone that I work with. I start to get mental pictures of what each one of them looks like and not one looks like Ryder to me. “Layla, are you sure? Because I don’t think anyone we work with looks like Ryder.”
“No, I guess you wouldn’t see it. He looks more like Ryder about 10 years ago, before all the stress and partying got to him. Marko’s the dishwasher.”
She walks over to my closet and starts to pull out shirts and pants, folding them together and making outfits for me to wear while I’m gone. “How hot is it down in Alabama this time of year?”
Layla has a way of changing the subject without you realizing it. “It’s cooler there, but not as cool as it is here… Hey, no subject changing! So Marko’s your son, and you say that he looks like how Ryder used to?” I get a mental picture of them both side by side. I can actually see it now.
“Yes, your man is very handsome. I’m glad Marko got his looks from the Porter side of the family. His dad was handsome to me, but not many others thought he was very good looking.” She starts to tear up again; it seems like the more she talks about it, the broken parts start to show.
****
“Okay, thank you, sweetie! I really appreciate you doing this for me, Marko. You know if your uncle were here, he would say the same thing… No, honey, we haven’t found him… Okay, we’re at Faith’s house. Just come by when you have the car ready, okay? I love you, son.”
Layla hangs up the phone and turns to me. “He’ll be here within the hour to pick you up, so let’s make sure that you have everything you’re going to need. How long are you staying?”
She never skips a beat with her mothering. It’s one of the things that make her so easy to love. “Hopefully, only a month, or month and half at the most. I figure once something does happen to Daddy, I’ll help the boys get things figured out. I’ll be back shortly after things are settled.”
I start to feel a little empty on the inside; I don’t want to think about my daddy not being here anymore. He’s the one man I know will be there, no matter what.
“If you need to rent out the place, I understand.” I’d hate to have to move, because I really like living here and it’s the first place that Ryder and I shared together. However, I also understand that Layla needs to be able to pay her bills; the rent from this place helps with that.
Thinking about him gives me an empty feeling in my stomach, as if something is missing. Something important. I can feel the tears sting the back of my eyes. “You will keep me posted on what’s new with finding Ryder, right?”
“Faith, you have nothing to worry about. Your job and apartment will be here, just the way you left them. I would, and could, never replace you like that.” She looks so genuine and loving. “I was also told to leave finding Ryder to the MC. They seem to be onto something. I’ve learned to bow out when told.”
She steps toward me and engulfs me in a great motherly hug. “Now, you go down and help your brothers cope with the loss of your daddy, and then come home to your hunk and this dysfunction that you’ve landed yourself in.” She hip bumps me and walks into the bathroom to grab the things I forgot to pack. “Marko should be here anytime, so let’s go sit in the living room and wait. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, as she pulls my bag off the bed and drags it across the floor into the living room.
****
Ryder
“You know I love you, Bambi. You’re my heart. I’d love to be able to get out of the MC and all the shit my dad’s pulled me into.”
I run my fingers through her soft hair as she rests her head on my chest. I just finished fucking her three ways from Sunday. This is the best time to have this conversation, and to make sure she understands that I’d never choose the MC over her.
“Ryder, all we have to do is jump on the back of your hog and roll the hell out of here. We could go to Kentucky, where your sister is. I am sure she would give you and me both jobs. Please tell me that we’ll get out of Arizona soon.”
I can feel her tears on my chest and I know I’m breaking her heart. We’ve been together nine months now, but I knew the first time I saw her that I wanted her.
Bambi is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, and curves in all the right places. She is the perfect combination of psycho and normal. Fifty perfect devil and fifty percent angel. Most of the time, that fucking devil is out.
I reach down and pull her chin up so I can look in her eyes. “I have told you time and time again. I’m not here because of my father. I’m here for the club. These guys are my family. Your brother is my family. You’re my family.”
I lean down, kiss her on the lips, and slowly push her onto her back. I show her just how much I love her and how much I want us to work.
****
I wake with a start and a raging hard-on. Fuck! Why am I dreaming about Bambi? It makes no sense. I’m madly in love with Faith; my feelings for her are unlike anything I had with Bambi.
I decide that my day is going to be shit anyways so why add the pain of blue balls to it, so I reach down as I start thinking about Faith. Her perfect tits are so perky; they are always standing at attention when we are together. I think of how wet her pussy gets at the sound of my voice; it’s as if her body instantly turns to a puddle anytime I look at her. Fuck, I wish she were here right now to get me off instead of having to do this shit myself.
I slowly unzip my jeans and pull my hard cock into my hands. I imagine Faith and I are on my hog; she’s on the back facing me and I’m turned around. I pull her closer. “Gunslinger” by Avenged Sevenfold plays in my fantasy. The beat is sexy and I know the thought of Syn, their lead guitarist, turns her right the fuck on.
I stare into
her eyes and silently command her to touch my throbbing dick, while I lick her lips and open her up for my tongue. She moans and pushes her head back, away from me, so I pull her back toward me and bite the crook of her neck. Then, I work my way down to her perky tits.
She’s so innocent but I know she wants to demand more from me. It’s time for her to see my dominant side. This is my fantasy and, well, I know it will turn her inside out to submit to me. I lean closer and whisper into her ear, “Get naked and spread those pretty legs. Show me that amazing pussy of yours.”
Faith lifts herself and stands up from the seat of my hog, slowly lifting her pink top off over her head and tossing it over my shoulder. She giggles a little, reaches back, and unsnaps her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms. She drops her bra on the ground and squirms enough to make her tits move up and down. I feel my rock hard cock jump. She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she slowly unbuttons her tight jeans, wiggles out of them, and stands before me in just her pink lace panties.
God, she is a beautiful sight to behold. She places her fingers inside of the elastic of her panties, pulls them down over her hips, and lets them drop slowly to her feet. She steps out of them and lifts her leg back over the leather seat of my hog to straddle it with her naked pussy.
I fight the urge to pick her up and slide her down on my shaft right this minute, but I want her little game of seduction to play out here in the wide open with no one around but her and me.
“Are you ready to feel what it’s like to be taken by a man?”
I want to feel the warm wind blowing on our skin as I take her, body and soul.
Faith sits spread eagle on my seat. Reaching down, she starts to circle her sweet, swollen clit with her finger. She hisses through her teeth, leaning her head back, and she widens her legs to share the show she’s playing out before me on my bike.
Damn. All I can do is stroke my aching cock as it strains against the zipper of my jeans. I need relief so I unzip my jeans and release the beast. Taking it in my hand, I stroke it as she plays with her wet glistening pussy. She lets go of her nipple and brings her hand down; then, she slips her finger inside and she begins to fuck herself. She innocently watches me with those beautiful eyes as she plays with herself. She understands the power she holds over me.
It’s taking all the willpower I possess not to take her. She builds up and brings herself closer to an orgasm. Then, the little minx reaches up with her free hand and pinches her pink nipples. She lets out a breath and bucks her hips toward me. Her eyes shut tight and she cries out my name; a look of pure ecstasy floats over her face as she takes herself away, all on her own. I continue to stroke myself as I watch her come down from her orgasm.
Oh, Jesus, I can’t take anymore. My balls tighten up and my cock grows fatter in my hand…. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Faaaaith!
****
I blow my load and clean up with the towel that these dumb fuckers were nice enough to leave me. Best fucking Faith fantasy ever! My dick is sated.
Just as I’m about to toss the towel into the corner, the door opens and in walks the older Russian again. Damn, I really need to learn his name.
“Are you ready for your training?” he asks, moving the cigar around in his mouth. “Your first fight is tomorrow night against some other Cuban or something like that. Either way, you’re to win and kick the living shit out of him.”
“You are expecting me to fight when I’ have never fought like this before?, I’ am not a professional. What kind of person do you think I am?” I shrug my arms at him; he has really convinced himself that I am some type of fighter.
“You’re the person that is going to make me a lot of money. If you start making me money, I might let you go home, on the understanding that you’ are to return to do your fights. BUT that is, if I start feeling nice,.” He spits out with his Russian accent very heavy.
His two goons walk around him and grab hold of my arms. If he wants me to fight, I’ll show him fighting. I grab one of the goons’ hands, rip it back, and hear his wrist snap. He screams in pain. I keep hold of his hand as I kick back and catch the other goon in the lower leg. I hear something snap. He drops to the floor and grabs his leg. I head butt the goon whose hand I’m holding and he hits the floor.
The older man turns to see his goons lying on the floor; he starts to laugh, deep and menacing.
“See? I told you that you were sent to me to do great things. You have amazing things coming in the near future, my boy!” he says and starts walking down the hall, leaving the door open. “Well, are you coming? You knocked out my help, so you better just follow behind me.”
I dust my pants off and wipe my brow while I head for the door. I guess I’m following this piece of shit.
We reach a huge open room. I can finally see windows, and I see that we’re in the middle of the desert. Getting out of here is going to take a plan.
I need to get back home to my girl; I need to have Faith in my life. I steady myself and take a few breaths. Hopefully, after a fight or two, he’ll let me go and I can return to my lady, my heart, and my soul.
“You know, you have a very beautiful family, Ghost.” I knew this fuck was going to bring up my family eventually.
“You slimy fuck! You leave my family alone.” Snarling at him, he stops and turns around to look at me.
“If you fight for me and you win, I will leave that family of yours alone. I will even leave that hot piece of redheaded ass you have back at your sister’s alone. Oh, yeah, I know a lot about you, Ghost. If you fuck up and throw a fight in any kind of way, I will get your whole fucking family and I’ll kill every single one of them in front of you.” The fuck has gotten on my last nerve! How dare he talk about Faith or my family like that?
“You touch either one of them, and it will be the last fucking thing you and your fucking gang or whatever the fuck you guys are ever do. I promise you that,” I snarl.
“I see that I have your attention. Now, let’s go in the ring and do a few warm-ups to see what you have to offer.” He swirls the cigar around in his mouth once more as he opens the door to a padded room with a ring in the middle of it. A muscular guy at least twice my size stands in the center of the room.
“You’ll train with Sven; he is a great fighter. If he wasn’t so dirty at fighting, he might even make it to the MMA fights. But he fights too dirty.” He lets out a taunting laugh.
“You expect me to train with this brick wall?” This guy has to be kidding me!
If I go up against this guy, I could be hurt very badly. Not that anyone here gives two shits about me. I keep replaying what he said about kidnapping my family and I can’t take the chance of risking Faith like that in any type of way.
“If I fight, you’ll leave my family alone?”
“You have my word. Fight for me, win me some money, and I will leave your family alone.” He tilts his head back and swirls the cigar again in his normal style.
I give a curt nod, walk over to the trainer, and wrap my hands. As I powder them, I think, Think of your girl, Ryder. Think of Layla. You can do this, Ghost. You’ve been through worse.
I need to keep telling myself to stay strong because if I’m not strong, I might just let it all go and say fuck it. Where will that get me? With a broken heart and alone? No. I can’t go down that road again.
Chapter 3 -
Faith
After a very boring ride from Kentucky to Mobile, we finally pull onto the family farm. Not much has changed since I was here a few weeks ago.
“If you want to come stay in the guest room, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I don’t see why you need to go all the way back to Kentucky today. Sleep a few hours; you drove all night,” I say to Marko.
He runs his hands over his face and up through his hair. “Yeah, I might just do that, but I need to get back home to help figure things out for the MC. Did Ryder say anything to you the last time that you talked to him that would hint to what happened to him?” He asks with a very con
cerned look on his face, I can see that he is worried about his uncle. Strange to think of Ryder as an uncle. Let alone Layla as an actual mom.
“No, he didn’t say anything. Except he made sure that I promised to wait for him, no matter what happens or what I hear.” I shake my head and start to gather up my things in my purse. “Let’s go in the house., I’m sure my brothers have made breakfast and coffee.” I can see a smile turn up a little on his face and he pulls the keys from the ignition of Layla’s car.
Of course, the only thing that Marko owns is a bike and I was not about to ride nine hours on the back of a motorcycle. I like feeling my ass and legs, thank you very much! It was still a very quiet ride in Layla’s car. He doesn’t seem to talk much and I tried to ask questions, but he kept very much to himself.
“So, do you think we’ll find your uncle?” I ask as I start to walk toward the house.
“Yeah, we will. He couldn’t have gone far; we have a few people looking into things for us.” Just as he says it, his phone rings.
“Speak.” I stop walking so that I can pay attention. “Are you fucking kidding me? Well, who could have done that?” He pauses. “Who the hell could have come up with that type of cheddar? Yeah, I think it’s worth me taking a ride down there.” He stops for a second to listen to the person on the other end. “I’m here dropping off his ol’ lady. Gonna grab a few hours of shut eye and then I’ll ride out.” Another pause; this time he turns and looks at me. “I’ll let her know, but she’s here to help settle her father’s estate.” He hangs up and then continues walking like none of that just happened.
“Um, hello? Do you mind explaining what the fuck that was about?” He doesn’t turn around; he just continues walking toward the house. “Marko, damn it. Stop and talk to me. My family doesn’t know about this bullshit. So, please fill me in.”
He finally stops. As I watch him slowly turn around and take a deep breath, I realize I don’t know if I really want to hear this. It could be something bad about Ryder. How did you get in this situation? You idiot. You fell in love with a damn biker.
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