I looked at the rest of the brothers. “Anyone else have a problem? If so, there’s the fuckin’ door. You want out, now’s the time, because gettin’ out later isn’t going to be as easy as walkin’ out that door right now; I promise you that.”
I watched as everyone in the room shook their heads. Then I slammed the gavel down to conclude the meeting.
“Let’s fucking celebrate.”
Chapter Two
~Spook~
Music thumped through the clubhouse as shots were poured, consumed, and more rounds set up. House mouses were scattered everywhere in their fuck-me clothes, just waiting to ride someone’s dick. They always were, because that was their job. We kept them safe, and they spread their legs or opened their mouths—whichever we wanted.
The florescent lights shown over the smoke-filled room, casting a glow on the tables and chairs scattered around the place. A small dance floor was in the center of the room with tables around it, giving us a great view of the women shaking their asses. The long bar off to the side was built when this club first began, the nicks and dings giving it tons of character. Stools filled with brothers lined the front of it.
Normally, Stiff would be back there, shooting back drinks, but not tonight. No, I wanted him right beside me tonight.
Yes, I was bending the rules, but it would be the only time I did. He deserved to be by my side so that was where he was.
My thoughts started to drift to Trixie, but I tapped that down with a quickness. She wasn’t an option anymore. Never would be. She was done. A memory. As much as I fucking hated it, that was life. And we didn’t always get what we wanted in life.
I focused on a blonde who had pigtails like a fucking school girl, with a little leather skirt so short, even standing I saw the cheeks of her ass. Her top was pushing her ample tits together, and her face wasn’t so bad, either. She stood next to a woman with brown hair pulled back in a messy bun, overdone makeup, and a tight, little skirt with just a bra as a top.
I nudged Stiff. “Wanna see them play?”
He looked over to where I pointed. “Fuck, yeah.”
When I whistled, everyone turned. I crooked my finger at the blonde and brunette.
The blonde smiled, told her friend something, and then strutted her ass our way.
I moved out of the blonde’s sight then crooked my finger at the brunette, causing a smile to grace her face. Then Stiff and I moved back a bit from the table, pushing our chairs with us.
“Here.” I pointed to the spot between us, and they moved there quickly. “Kiss each other,” I ordered.
The blonde looked apprehensive, but the brunette was all for it. She didn’t give the blonde a second to think as she wrapped her arm around her neck and pulled her to her lips. My dick stirred in my jeans.
“Grab her tits.”
The women started mauling each other, the blonde totally getting into it now, and a crowd started to form.
“Blondie,” Stiff called out, and she pulled away briefly to look at him. “Knees. Eat that pussy.”
She dropped immediately to the floor and kissed the brunette’s inner thigh.
“Here.” Boner slid a chair over, and the brunette sat down, opening her bare pussy for the entire club to see. She knew she would get laid, so she hadn’t even bothered with underwear.
The blonde dove in as the brunette’s head fell back on a moan.
“Spread her,” I ordered to whoever was standing beside us. “I want a better look.” The brunette’s legs were pulled open wider, held back by two other mouses, each looking hungry.
Damn, did they all eat pussy?
The blonde licked and sucked on the brunette’s lips, circling her clit with her tongue. My cock hardened further, and I adjusted it in my pants.
Minutes later, the brunette screamed out her release, which echoed throughout the entire room that had gotten quiet during the encounter. Then grunts of approval came from the men around us.
“Switch,” Stiff and I said at the same time, grinning. Fuck yeah, switch.
By the time the brunette got the blonde off, I was ready to explode in my jeans.
“Honey, my cock,” I called to the brunette.
She crawled toward me on her hands and knees as I unbuckled my belt and slid down the zipper.
“Blondie, over here,” Stiff called.
After that, I ignored everything around me as the woman pulled out my cock and sucked it into her mouth. The warmth hit me as her tongue ran circles around me, over and over. She then sucked me in deeper, and I hit the back of her throat.
I gripped her hair and flexed my hips. She choked, but I kept going, sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling my balls tighten. Finally, I thrust in deep and exploded my load down her throat. She gagged but swallowed me down quickly. Then I released her, and she pulled away quickly, heaving for breath.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks,” I said, zipping up my pants as I looked around the room.
Another blonde caught my eye, one of the women who’d held the brunette’s legs open.
“You.” I pointed at her, and a saucy smile came across her face. “Let’s go.”
Fucked once, and I didn’t give a shit. I needed more.
I had a woman to fuck out of my system.
Chapter Three
~Stiff~
“Got your homework done?” I asked my brother as I walked through the door, finally home after working at the Vipers Creed shop.
I cut school today, put in a full ten hours, and my clothes showed it. My jeans and shirt were covered in grease and oil. Even wearing the coveralls, that shit got everywhere. It was part of the mechanic’s life. It was a part of survival.
The guys allowed me to work overtime as much as I wanted, which was good since Xander and I needed the money. Bills had to be paid, and I was the only one to do it since my little brother was only in eighth grade. While I didn’t like him knowing I cut school to work, it had to be done. Regardless, we were used to our way of life by now.
I’d busted my ass for as long as I could remember to give it good to Xander. We didn’t have much, but we had a roof over our head, safety, food on our plates, and clean clothes on our backs. He, of course, helped with a lot of that shit, because I had school and work. Still, neither Xander nor I would change a thing.
Our place was a two-bedroom apartment where the rent was cheap, all because the landlord didn’t care. Come the first, though, if you didn’t have your money out when he came, hell had no fury. He was a mean son of a bitch, but he left us alone for the most part because I fixed all the shit in our place that he refused to do himself. As a result, our place was one of the better ones.
“Yeah, Dad,” he mocked.
Once upon a time, that comment would have grated on my nerves. Why? Because no man in our life had ever been worthy of the name Dad. I didn’t want to be lumped into that mold. Never wanted Xander to see me like that—as a deadbeat who didn’t care.
As time went on, my feelings toward it softened, though. He never actually called me Dad, only teased and antagonized, which he excelled at. I gave it back to him tenfold. Regardless, I knew he didn’t see me as a piece of shit. No, Xander saw me as the father he never had, even if I was his brother. That didn’t matter.
“Good.” I dropped my lunchbox on the Formica kitchen counter and stared at the dishes coated in gross shit. Then I looked at Xander who was lying on the couch, the television blaring on some stupid kiddie channel.
“Xander,” I called out.
“What?” He didn’t even look at me to answer.
“Get your ass up and do the dishes,” I ordered, causing him to groan.
“Can’t I do them in a little while?” he whined.
“No. Get your ass in here now.” This time, my words came out commanding, and Xander’s eyes snapped to mine. “I’m takin’ a shower; I want them done by the time I get out.”
“The water will get cold,” Xan
der tried.
“I don’t give a fuck. Now.”
He rolled his sorry ass off the couch then sulked his way into the kitchen. I patted him on the shoulder before heading toward the bathroom where I took a quick shower. He wasn’t kidding about the cold water. Shit. Then I got dressed.
Between work, school, and prospecting for Vipers Creed, I was fucking exhausted. My mind and body needed a break, but that never seemed to be an option. At least, not any time soon. I hoped that one day it could be, and when that day came, I could give Xander the things he needed without thought or question. Until then, I would continue to bust my ass.
I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where an empty sink awaited me, all the clean dishes stacked up to dry on the counter. Water was everywhere, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that shit, so I grabbed a towel and sopped up all the water before throwing the towel into the wash bin.
The couch called to me, so I entered the scarce living room and plopped my ass down on it, exhaustion overwhelming me. I’d never been a man to complain about hard work, not going to start now, either.
“You do anything cool today?” Xander asked, taking his eyes away from the television briefly.
“Nah, same old shit.”
“You gettin’ into that gang?”
His question puzzled me for two reason …
“One, it’s not a gang; it’s a club. And two, you already know the answer to that, bud. What’s all this about?” I grunted, resting my head on a pillow.
He shrugged. “Just curious.”
That was Xander, a million and one questions all the time.
“Why?”
He sat up in his chair and turned toward me. “There’s this class trip. I’ve saved up for half of it, but I need …” He paused then shook his head. “Never mind.” He leaned back in the chair and brought his attention back to the television.
Fuck, this parenting shit was hard.
“Turn it off,” I ordered.
His gaze darted to me before he did as he was told.
“What does me being part of Vipers have to do with you going on a trip for school?” I asked, sitting up and giving him my full attention.
“It’s all good, Stiff. Don’t worry about it.”
Him trying to placate me only pissed me off more.
“Xander …” I warned.
He let out a huff of breath. “It doesn’t really have anything to do with it, alright?” he said quickly. “I was just trying to talk before askin’ you. Now that I kind of did, I feel like a dumbass because we don’t have the money for me to go, anyway, and that’s cool.”
Fucking hated this shit. I hated him thinking he had to hold back on stuff because we couldn’t afford shit. I hated that he was left out of things because of it. I didn’t work my ass off my entire life for him to live this way.
“How much?”
His eyes snapped to mine. “Stiff … it’s okay.”
I narrowed my blues. “How. Much?”
“A hundred and fifty bucks.”
“When do you need it by?”
His face lit up, which caused me to have mixed feelings. On one hand, I was happy he was happy. On the other, I hated that he couldn’t be a kid like everyone else, that he had to grow up so much faster than the other kids his age.
“Next Friday.”
That would give me nine days to scrape up the cash. I could do it.
“I’ll have it for ya. Tell ’em at school so I can sign whatever the fuck I need to.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have to go.”
“You wanna go?” I questioned.
“Yeah. It’s to that theme park about an hour from here.” The one I’d been telling him I’d take him to for years now, yet I never could.
If I wasn’t working, I was sleeping, eating, at the club, or here with Xander. Time hadn’t afforded me the luxury to give Xander those things. Well, time and money.
“You’ll have it,” I assured him.
“Seriously?”
I lifted my brow. Never, not once had I ever told this kid something I hadn’t followed through on. This was no different.
“Thanks, Stiff.” His voice was soft. “I’ll do extra chores or whatever you need.”
I smirked. “Like not givin’ me shit for the dishes?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I’ll have them done before you get home.”
“Good kid. Turn your show back on. I need about twenty minutes of shut eye.” I closed my lids, enjoying the blackness.
“You going to the club tonight?” he asked.
“No,” was my answer before falling asleep.
Five Days Later…
“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” Spook ordered as he handed me the extra cash I worked for after putting in extra hours this week.
I hadn’t told him why I needed it, just that I did, and he had put me to work. That meant I came home later and had to have the neighbor check in on Xander.
She was in her seventies and mean as a rattlesnake. Her bite was pretty hard, too. She had a soft spot for Xander, though. I told him it was because he saved one of her cats when it almost met its maker during a lawnmower incident. Whatever the case, I didn’t give a fuck. I knew she would check on him, though I hated having to depend on someone to do what was my job.
“Brother wants to go on a school trip. He saved up half, and I’m forkin’ over the other,” I answered.
Yeah, I was seventeen, living on my own with a kid. That was one good thing about having a drug addict for a mother—she didn’t give a fuck as long as we didn’t bother her.
That being said, technically, she rented our apartment and had “signed” our lease. Okay, honestly, I had signed the shit in her name, and all of Xander’s shit he needed for school. That way, the school didn’t come after my ass or throw us both into foster care. That was one place I refused to take my brother to. No fucking way.
Our mother didn’t care. Only thing she cared about was where to find her next high. It was also why I had needed to get Xander the hell out of there. He didn’t need to see our mother like that. Not for a single second in his life did he need to think that what she did was normal. No, he needed a chance at life, and if I hadn’t pulled him out of there, he would have drowned. He was the only reason I stayed afloat myself.
The need to protect and care for him had always ridden me hard. It pushed me through the bad times and prepared me for the even worse times. Now, we were making it. Kind of.
There were two things I wanted for my brother. One, to have the family he always should have had. And two, to be happy, strong, and independent. I was working on those. It was one of the main reasons I wanted to be a Viper.
“You doin’ alright?” Spook asked as I fell into the chair in front of his desk after putting the money away in my pocket.
“Yeah.” Technically, I was, but even working extra hours and on the weekend to get this money, it was still going to be tight. I would make it work, though. I always made it work.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, brother,” Spook said as he sat down.
I knew Spook from school, where we quickly became friends. We spoke the same language, so when he asked me if I wanted to prospect for the Vipers Creed, I jumped in.
His father had said that he liked to get ’em young to teach ’em right. That motherfucker had been wacked-out, yet he’d been the only reason I was allowed to prospect before turning eighteen.
“Shit’s tight, Spook,” I spoke honestly. “It’ll be better when y’all let me in here, and I can get a take. I’m just ridin’ it out.” Like always, because I got this.
Spook was silent as he appraised me, not saying a damn thing for several moments. I said nothing, too, because there wasn’t anything to say. That was the truth.
When he finally spoke, he shocked the shit out of me.
“Want you and Xander to move into house four.”
My mouth hung open as I sucked in a deep breath. He was giving me something of Vipers before I patched in?
I pulled my head out of my ass and said, “Spook, can you do that?”
He laughed. “I’m the fuckin’ president.”
I studied him, thinking how this move would change Xander and my lives forever. Not only would I practically be a Viper, it would give Xander a family, and it would help me with the money situation. It was like Spook was my fairy biker father or some shit.
I went to speak, but Spook held up his hand. “We already voted on it in Church. Guys in the shop brought it up to Boner. Boner brought it to me. School, work, kid, club—your fuckin’ plate is full. We’re here to help you.”
I wasn’t a man for emotions—never had time for the shit—but I had to admit that my chest tightened at his words. This was Vipers. To the core, it was family. They had my back before I was even a patched member. My life, I would give for the Creed, for this shit right here.
Racking my brain, I tried to come up with one instance when someone was there to help either Xander or myself, a time when I didn’t have the entire weight of everything on my shoulders. I couldn’t do it.
Never. Never in my life had anyone helped carry the load.
While I could and would do it myself—had been for as long as I could remember—having the Vipers there was finally something positive in this godforsaken world.
“You want an almost fourteen-year-old around here?” I asked.
Pussy was everywhere, and I wasn’t ready for that shit yet.
“That’s where you need to make sure he doesn’t see what he’s not supposed to. You need to take care of that shit.”
I chuckled. “That’s gonna be a fun task.” Sobering my expressions, I had to ask, “You sure about all this, Spook?”
Spook rose from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk, stopping in front of me. Then he leaned against his desk, arms folded over his chest. “You’re patchin’ into this club. You need help; we’re helpin’. No fuckin’ exceptions.”
I wanted to laugh yet refrained. “Damn, you’re takin’ this whole president thing to another level.”
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