Wild Child

by Needa Warrant

  Rabid patted him on the back. "We're good. You need money?"

  "Hell I won't lie and say I don't," Thrash laughed.

  Rabid handed him a wad of cash and slapped him on the back.

  "Be safe, Thrash, you're one of my best 'boys.'"

  Thrash was packed within the hour, made his goodbyes, and got on the road.

  When he stopped for gas he made a call to Central Jerseys' club house. The message was to tell V he'd be coming; he’d be back in New Jersey by the next afternoon.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠~

  Thrash was exhausted, wondering if he should stop and rest. He really wanted to get home but he didn't want to go down on his chopper, either. Deciding on safety, he stopped in Delaware at the Bound for Hell clubhouse. At least he could get some speed there, even if he hated the shit.

  The clubhouse was a nice one and the brothers were all pretty cool. Not a hot bed of bullshit like some of the clubhouses they had just been too.

  Thrash coasted into the lot. He looked for an opening in the long line of bikes. He finally found one and shut his engine down as he pushed backward into the space. He noticed Jersey right away coming toward him. He greeted him with a punch and a hug.

  "Bro, good to see ya. Heading back home?" Jersey asked.

  Thrash nodded. "Just came in for a bump of diesel to get me back on the road. You got?"

  Jersey nodded and put his arm over Thrash's wide shoulders.

  "Yeah, I’m on my way back too. That crazy bitch wasn't worth my time - had all the crazy I needed back home. Let's do some lines and get in the wind."

  The clubhouse was packed and Thrash was greeted by many. He was stuck there for a few hours and waited on doing his speed. Too many brothers were complaining about Rabid. He couldn't say much, but he noted who was pissed. Luckily, he was even able to get some sleep.

  Jersey woke him a few hours later with coffee and a few lines.

  "Let’s move, man. Rabid isn't liked here and you're one of his boys. The brothers like you but I'd feel better on the road. Fuckin' Rabid took some of the girls these guys liked and sent them to other chapters. You in with that shit?"

  Thrash looked at Jersey and muttered, "Fucking Rabid is all over the place, stirring up shit. No, I’m not good with any of it."

  "Bro, there's a lotta' talk going down at every clubhouse I've been to lately about removing him. Better make it known you aren't one of his 'BOYS' anymore. Your brother made it known that he and Nailz are ready to step in and they got a lot of backing. You with them?"

  Thrash nodded his head. Shit! What the hell were Nailz and V doing? This talking shit could get them all killed.

  "Jersey, spread it around to the loyal brothers. It's happening but I need to talk to Nailz and some of the others. Don't let anybody you aren't sure of know shit. I gotta speak to Levi a minute then we can head out," Thrash gulped down his coffee.

  Levi was the Delaware president. Thrash was already aware he hated Rabid, so he told him that there was a take-down in the works and promised he’d keep him in the loop.

  Jersey met him outside, a big man with flowing hair he kept in a long braid. He was tattooed, had a hard body, and loved to fight. Women loved him. All he wanted was a good old lady - he was one of the few who wanted to settle down.

  He had stepped down as a SAA when Rabid had become president. Jersey refused to be called one of Rabid's 'boys'. Rabid was always saying he should have his patch pulled, but nobody wanted to fuck with Jersey. He could blow your balls off easily and then continue to eat his sandwich.

  Thrash was glad to have Jersey to ride with. It was always better to be riding with a brother, plus it was safer.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠~

  Thrash was riding hard, thinking.

  His brother was powerful, Nailz, too, but would they be able to pull off this take down without repercussions? Thrash wanted to stay alive and keep as many loyal brothers alive as he could. He really wanted to ambush Rabid. He didn't think there was another, more reasonable way to be rid of him and his 'BOYS'. Selling women and forcing them into prostitution wasn't what the club was about. Yeah, they were doing illegal shit, but Rabid was going overboard.

  At a rest stop, Thrash mentioned to Jersey that the best way to take care of the problem was to ambush Rabid, and he agreed. But, they also knew that other members in the club wanted to stomp him. Killing him was better for everyone. Merely pulling his colors wouldn't stop the bastard. Every bro was aware Jersey would love to end Rabid.

  Thrash sighed with relief as they coasted into the lot of the clubhouse. Home at last!

  Jersey would be happy too. Hell, the ladies - if you could call them that - loved this brother. He was loved by women and clearly loved them back; it came naturally to the bastard. Not that Thrash had problems getting women. He had more after him then he wanted or needed. Now, though, it was time to find Nailz and V.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠~

  Nailz was holding court at the bar when Jersey and Thrash strolled in. Both looked worn out from the ride back - Thrash more so as he’d been riding longer.

  They nodded at each other, not sure if Flop had anyone spying on them.

  "So, where is my little brother and who the hell is this chick that finally caught him?"

  Nailz laughed. "She’s young, but your brother is hooked on that pussy. She’s actually nice and not like these sluts," he waved his hand at the collection of women scattered about the clubhouse.

  Nailz continued, "She has this nutty lil' friend too. I've got some scores to settle with that chick."

  He had both Jersey and Thrash nearly in tears as he told them about Jo and her pranks.

  "Nailz, you got it bad for this chick, huh?" Jersey was bellowing with laughter.

  Nailz looked at him with alarm. "Hell no! I got paybacks, that’s all. I gotta be sneaky because V will get pissed if Kima catches wind about it." Nailz abruptly changed the topic. " I gotta tell ya, things are changin’ around here."

  Thrash nodded. "Yeah, we got change alright and I need to talk to my brother. I need to check my shop and when he rolls in we all gotta talk."

  He looked at both of them with a hard, serious look. "Understand where I'm going? Shit, I'm going home to crash til' he shows up. Later."

  Thrash dodged the women who wanted to come home with him and left Jersey with Nailz.

  "Veiko be coming by soon? Or should we go find his ass? If he won't be around, I think I might sample some of the wares." Jersey was looking around.

  Nailz was already dialing the Lodge to get a message to V to come up to the club house.

  "Better to talk at Thrash's then here. And watch what you say to the sluts. I don't trust them as far as I can see 'em. Flop sent some new girls and I don't know em. Times ain't what they used to be, bro."

  Jersey looked around and caught Pam's eye. He knew her well and decided he'd stick with what was familiar. She came over willingly, a happy smile on her face.

  "Need something, Jerz? We can go over to my place. You look like you need food and a shower."

  "Yeah, that would be good, Pammy. You wanna ride with me?"

  "Of course," she purred.

  Nailz shook his head as the couple left. All his brother's brains turned to mush when pussy was around, it seemed. He was still thinking of Jo and how much fun it was going to be when she got hers. Why the hell was that hippie chick on his mind so much? She was taking up too much space in his head. Hell, he had a party to organize.

  "Prospects, up now! We got a party tonight so move your lazy asses! Bitches up and clean or get the fuck out! You don't work, don't be showing your faces here later. Got me?" Nailz barked loudly.

  The club came alive with more speed than he’d expected. He got on the phone to order food and had prospects checking the kegs in the cooler.

  Nailz had this down easily. Shit, he had nothing else to do.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠ CHAPTER 13 ☠ ☠ ☠~

  V was trying to explain to me why he and Hunter were riding and why I couldn't c
ome with them.

  "We need to talk to my brother, Babe. Club shit which I do not want you involved with. In fact, don't even mention tha

  ne," he warned.

  Elena finally had to step in, telling me it would be more fun to ride up with her and Jo in the truck so we could look our best. I still couldn't believe Elena and I had got Jo to go along, but I was sure Nailz would be happy as a pig in shit. V knew I was going to be safe with Elena and he took off for Thrash's shop.

  Elena frowned at me. "Look, stick by me at all times when you aren't with V or by Nailz or Hunter. Jo, you too. Not that anybody should give you a hard time but some of these club sluts, and some old ladies, don’t like me, and sure as hell won't like to see their VP taken. And Jo...face it there is something, not sure what, that’s going on with you and Nailz."

  "No, we’re just friends, Elena. I don't do bikers and, again, how did you talk me into this?" Jo asked, blushing.

  "For me, Jo. You came for me because you love me and know I’m scared to meet Thrash. He sounds mean," I piped in.

  We had raided Elena's closet for outfit ideas but she was too tall. We finally decided to go to the mall.

  I found us some tight, low riding jeans, biker chick boots, and a couple skimpy tops. Jo got her way with a hippie looking shirt, with a low neckline. Afterward we went home and got ready. We did our hair and put on heavier than usual makeup. Wide belts with heavy buckles, tons of silver bangles, and a few skull type rings completed our new looks. Elena had to approve everything and show us her famous strut. We giggled as we practiced but we sure as hell learned it.

  Elena rolled her eyes and cautioned, "Pay attention to me, you bitches! Keep a beer bottle handy at all times and do not get drunk. If a slut hits you, smash that bottle over her head and punch her with those rings. If a brother hits on you, tell them you're with V and Nailz. Do not take a drink or any drugs from anyone you don't know. I feel like a mother hen with her chicks."

  She smiled at the two excited girls.

  "I’m dead serious. This is an important party for V and you, Kima. Everything has to go smoothly. Jo, stick with Kima as much as you can and, of course, I’ll be there."

  We piled into Elena's truck and headed for Ocean Cove. It was on the ocean and had a boardwalk. There were a ton of bars, some famous bands even played in the Cove. I hoped Veiko would take me to at least one of them.

  When we got to Ocean Cove, I was so happy. V had taken me up once to check out Thrash's shop so I knew what it looked like in daylight. But, at night, with the boardwalk and neon signs lit it was like wonderland. It seemed magical. We could smell the salt water from the ocean and all the usual boardwalk smells - fudge, sausage cooking, and popcorn. The night was alive with children laughing and squealing, along with the wild mix of colors from the rides swirling around.

  Jo was wide eyed, staring. We only went to Wild Wood. Our parents warned us about going to Ocean Cove. They said white trash went there and we had trusted them. I didn't see the big deal but I'd always obeyed them on that. The Cove seemed far more dangerous and forbidden now. I loved it!

  Elena pulled the truck into the parking lot after getting checked by a prospect. We looked for V and Hunter's bikes, even Nailz's, but didn't see them. Guess they were still at the tattoo shop.

  Elena seemed uneasy but didn't say anything so I figured we'd just go inside. I was hoping V would arrive soon. I'd feel more comfortable if at least one of the guys we knew well was there.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠~

  Hunter and V had to wake up Thrash when they got there. Nailz was called from the club and they were upstairs in Thrash's apartment.

  Thrash got up and gave V a hug, slapping him on his back.

  Thrash looked down on his younger brother and started in. "I hear you got an old lady. How is mama liking her?"

  V grinned. "Mama hasn't met her and it doesn't matter. I like her just fine and so will you. I've slowed down on the JD too. I drink it at the club, mostly, and I’m not there as much."

  It did please Thrash because he hated seeing his brother drunk and raging. What didn't please him was V not being at the club, but Nailz had thought it was good to give V time with his old lady, so he held his tongue.

  Nailz stepped into the apartment. "Party is on, everyone is happy. Where are your old ladies?"

  "Elena is bringing them up and your Jo is coming," Hunter answered.

  Nailz was smiling. "Ah the lil' hippie chick! I can't wait to see her. I've got some paybacks."

  "Well, let’s get down to it. Rabid has to go. We all know it and we should make it happen soon. I asked Jersey to stop in, so we'll wait a bit for him, okay?"

  Thrash passed out beers and they shot some shit about the club, how they all hated Rabid and Flop. It didn't take long for Jersey to arrive. He hugged the brothers and gave fist bumped Veiko.

  "You finally did it, bro. You got an old lady, I heard, Nailz says she’s a keeper."

  "You looking at my bitch, bro? Keep them fuckin' eyes on Jo, not Kima," V shot a hard look at Nailz.

  "Hell, V! With those boobs you can't help but see Kima and she is a keeper," his friend replied, smiling wickedly.

  Thrash had enough women talk.

  "Let’s get this shit with Rabid on the table. He needs to go and the faster the better. We all in agreement?"

  They all nodded.

  "Issue bro is, this goes against all our rules. It should be a vote and we know that. I understand what we all want, but is now the right time? It’s almost time for the mandatory run and we can get a better feel there about what other bros want. Otherwise we're going rogue. Is that wise?" V spoke up.

  The others looked at him, partly pissed off. Hunter put his two cents in.

  "Look - ain't my club yet, but V has a point. Let’s see what happens tonight at the party and at the run. Wait, am I invited?"

  All the brothers laughed and affirmed he was.

  "Well, I don't want my Elena waiting on me. You got some nasty bitches in your club thanks to Flop. Let’s roll out."

  Nailz and V looked at each other. Each wondering about their women. They all hurried to their bikes and took the fastest way to the club.

  ~☠ ☠ ☠~

  Elena opened the door of the truck.

  "Well, let’s do it, my chicks. Don't take any shit from any bitches here. I suppose our old men will be here soon."

  Jo and I jumped out and got ourselves ready to walk through the Bound for Hell MC clubhouse. We could see bikers all around and some skanky women dancing. I decided I may as well face what was now going to be my new life and did the Elena strut with Elena right behind me and Jo last.

  Nobody said a word as we entered but we could feel eyes on us from all directions. Elena waved to a few members and old ladies she knew and ordered three bottles of beer for us from the bartender.

  "Get those backs against the bar, you two, and smile," she hissed to us quietly.

  Jo and I wanted to look around so that was fine by me. Maybe Jo didn't understand why Elena wanted us to have our backs against the bar but I certainly did.

  I knew all about fighting and being caught unaware. My dad owned bars and I was used to being in them. I kept my beer in my hand as I took everything in. The club wasn't completely full but there was a patio out back which was crowded. The music was blasting out there and I wondered if a band playing. I saw a stage with some girls dancing on it. The place looked more or less like a regular bar to me. It was pretty clean too and that impressed me.

  Elena was also looking around; she had called China to meet us and was watching the door for her. I could tell Jo was uneasy - this biker shit scared her, she wasn't wild like me, but she seemed determined not to show any fear.

  "I wish Nailz was around," Jo blurted, putting her hand over her mouth in shock. "Oh my God! Did I just say out loud I wished that pain in the ass was here?"

  I was about to say something along the lines of admitting she had feelings for Nailz, when all of a sudden there seem
ed to be an issue at the door.

  "China's trying to get in - I need to go tell them she's with us," Elena explained. "Don't you dare move from this spot."

  Elena strutted over to the asshole who was giving China a hard time. I was watching when all of a sudden I felt my hair being pulled.

  What the fuck?

  My instincts told me who it was. It had to be that bitch Roxy that V had told me about. She had probably seen Elena move away from us and she had figured out that I was the new old lady in V's life. Did she think that she could take me out? Well good luck to her!

  V was mine now and I would make that point very clear to her. I was not going to let a bitch like her near him.

  I hated my hair being pulled. No skank was going to pull my hair and try to hit me. My mother had did that to me when she got into a rage and I went livid. I balled my fist and swung around catching Roxy in the face.

  I growled, "Let go of my hair, you skanky whore."

  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Jo was being grabbed by another chick and she swung her beer bottle at her. She looked shocked when she hit flesh.

  Somebody yelled, "Bitch fight!"

  There was an opening in the room with bikers and women all around the walls watching. Roxy was bleeding and my brain went into survival mode.

  I was pissed off as hell and saw Jo was now fighting the bitch who grabbed her. Jo didn't fight. If she was fighting it had to be bad and I needed to hurt this bitch and help her out.

  I was so angry that I grabbed Roxy by her throat.

  "I swear to God if you don't let go of my hair I'm gonna' take your eyes out." I savagely threatened.

  Roxy wasn't letting go and I pressed my fingers harder into her throat. I managed to get her on the floor and was on top of her. My finger nails ripped into Roxy's face and she felt me clawing into one of her eyes. She got the idea I meant business and that I was crazy. She must have wanted to keep her eyes because she let go of my hair.