“Ashley graduated college. She was driving home and got a flat. She must really need help if she called me. I asked Fuego, he said he would send Hawk to go pick her up. I thought they would be back by now.” Jenn sits on the stool next to me. The brother that was following her in slides onto the stool next to her. She rolls her eyes in disgust. I fight the laughter that wants to bubble out.
Wiping my face of humor, I concentrate on the situation at hand. “Holy shit, your little squirt of a sister, we haven’t seen her in years. Let’s throw her a barbeque for coming home.” My enthusiasm sparks with something to celebrate, hoping maybe things have changed.
Jenn gives me a high five, excited to see her sister. Their relationship has been difficult. I hope with her getting older, they can mend those broken fences. “Pop!” I shout and barrel down the hallway to his office. He looks up at me, even though he hates it when I yell, he patiently waits. “We are running to the store to barbeque for Ashley. You want me to get anything?”
“Cerveza y carne.” He pulls a few bills from his pocket and tosses them on the desk. “I’ll call the brothers to head over in a few hours to eat.”
“Thanks, Poppa.” I kiss his head, snatch up the money, and leave to find Jenn and Abuela. A part of me chuckles because he just lectured me about being more responsible. Here I am seconds later planning a party. That he gave me money for. He is partly to blame!
Since Abuela doesn’t drive anywhere, the three of us jump into my car. I’m not even sure if she has a license. “Abuelita, have you ever had a car?”
“Para que, mijita? For what purpose when I have had a man to drive. In Mexico, it is very different. We didn’t have money for that. We walk or ride together.” She continues her stories on our way. When her eyes become glossy from speaking about the past, she clears her throat and changes the subject. Abuela instructs me to take her to her favorite carnicería, where she likes to shop for meat.
Jenn and I end up with a cart each. Following her around, we fill both with food and beer for the party. After we get back to the clubhouse, I text my mom, along with my cousin Jazzy, to come join us. Dana is out of town with her mom on a girls’ weekend, but she made me promise to tell her everything when she gets back. The four of us spend hours cooking and prepping everything. They are my world. Everything that matters most is in this room. My mom, Abuela, and Jenn.
That’s when it hits me what I should do. I love bringing people together and finding laughs at the end of a hard day. Or a place to rest and get away from the world. I just hope I can save enough money to make it happen on my own. If I tell my father, he will lend me the money. I want to do it on my own. It’s important to me. Not that I’m not grateful, but my whole life, I have had a man there to help me. I want my dad and my brother Snake to be proud of me.
With a newfound idea, happiness shines bright with a future. I can’t wait to share it with Hawk later. The members start to fill the back yard, and I look around, not finding him. I keep working and wondering when he will walk in. It can’t take him that long, can it? With the crowd growing, I lose track of time. We invited Jenn and Ashley’s aunt to come, but she basically gave us the finger, even though the club did go to pick up her niece. I wish I knew the whole story, and maybe someday it will be told, but the bad blood between her and the MC has lasted years.
The crowd splits at the intensity of voices coming from Kilo and my cousin Jazzy. He has her shirt bundled in his fist at her chest. They scowl at each other while harsh words are being tossed at the other. Kilo is a mean motherfucker and possessive of her. Has been since they started seeing each other a year ago. Jazzy was away for a little while and just recently came back with her cosmetology license. At first, it was love at first sight. The two of them were inseparable. Everyone was envious of their love. Or what we thought was love.
He growls into her ear. Kilo is a big asshole, built like a brick wall of muscle. They should have named the dick ‘Bull’. He’s mean and stubborn as hell. Jazzy doesn’t flinch, but her eyes close for the briefest of moments. I stop myself before I charge in. I can only assume what comes next will be bad. Snake, my older brother, does jump in and darts forward. Once he has them separated, a clubwhore stands on the other side of Kilo with a smug look plastered across her face.
My mind starts to drift off into thoughts of revenge. I see the smeared lipstick around her mouth. If he just walked in with her trailing behind, no wonder Jazzy lost her shit. I maneuver around the crowd and squeeze in to back up Jazzy. That nasty bitch is playing with fire.
Snake has his back to us while Kilo glares at Jazzy over his shoulder. My face hardens, and I give it back to him. The clubwhore, Misty, snickers off to the side, and my face whips back in her direction. Our gazes collide, and she wipes the stupid look off her face.
“Take her home,” Snake barks at me, pulling me from my daydream of kicking her ass.
Being the good girl I am, I nudge Jazzy along, and she follows me inside. My temper is lit, and I am teaching this conniving cunt a lesson.
“Where are we going?” Jazzy’s voice is on edge and raw.
“To the kitchen,” I blurt.
“What?” she whisper-shouts, not believing the words I just spoke.
Halting, I explain, “I need supplies. Come with me if you want. But that fucking slut can do whatever she wants with the men, we can’t stop her. Her rubbing shit in your face, in front of everyone, is bullshit. I’m not walking away without her understanding who the hell she just messed with.”
Jazzy’s eyes glower and she nods her head. “Fuck yeah, behind you a hundred percent.”
Together, we forge ahead through the crowd and into the kitchen. In the fridge, I take out the little peppers Abuela uses to make her hottest salsa for my poppa. I dump a few out on a cutting board. I give them a good hit with the palm of my hand. Jazz’s eyebrows go up. “Breaking the juice up.” I then cut them in half and stuff them into a plastic bag.
I nod toward the door and we sneak off into the room the girls share when they come in to stay. Peering into the room, I find no one is in there and dart inside. I find the bitch’s bed and her luggage. Quickly, I locate her lingerie and g-strings.
Tossing Jazzy the bag of peppers, I instruct, “Rub the pepper juice on her shit, her crotch is gonna be on fire all fucking weekend. Any man that sticks their dick in there— holy shit, I don’t even want to experience what that would be like.”
Jazzy’s eyes go round and bug out before the inevitable settles in. Revenge catches on like a crazy train neither one of us wants to get off. Jazzy groans at being in close contact with the skanky garments and gags while rubbing the peppers into the crotches.
She finishes hurriedly, and we sprint out of the room. “I need the bathroom!” Jazzy urgently whimpers.
“What?”
“My fucking hands are on fire!” She tries to contain the urgency in her voice.
“Oh, shit! I didn’t think of that!” I try to hold back the laughter lacing my tone. I fail.
“No, really?” Jazzy smarts back. Turning around, I push her into the garage and toss the peppers into the trash can at the end of the bar.
“Use the soap in here. The heavy degreaser will be better to remove the pepper oil.”
Once her hands are rinsed off, she sighs in relief. “Fuck, I almost feel bad.”
“Nah,” we both say at the same time. We start laughing, clutching our stomachs, and allowing the absurdity of what we just did wash over us.
“Stay here, I’ll go grab us a beer, then I’ll give you a ride.”
I sneak a few beers back into the garage where, by the time I’m back, the reality of the moment has caught on. Sitting on the uncomfortable stool, I pass Jazzy a beer. Her dark hair cascades over her hurt face. The pain is shared in the air, and it makes me hate Kilo that much more. He took advantage of her good heart.
There isn’t much I can say to make any of this better. “I’m here for you, Jazz, always.”
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��Family is forever.” She clinks her bottle with mine.
Just as we take a chug, Hawk comes barreling into the garage. His face is tense and red. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why he is so pissed off. Taking another drink, I keep my focus on his enraged state and wonder what has changed since this morning.
4
Hawk
I didn’t mean to peek glances at Ashley. Her long and lean, tanned body called to me like a siren. If a bitch was in heat, it was her. Ashley ran her fingers through her brown hair all fucking day, teasing the hell out of me. Something inside of me was drawn to her.
She was tempting me to want her with every caress over her skin. In return, I needed her to want me. The longer we were in the truck together, the silence grew into unspoken words of dirty thoughts. A game of cat and mouse was played. What shocked me most of all was my reaction to her. Being in the MC, I see my fair share of hot chicks. Why this reaction to her? I’m in a bad spot. The small eye glances, and her sly demeanor made me want her that much more.
When I parked the truck at the clubhouse, I gave her my phone number and told her I will call her when the car is fixed. Do I have to do the work? No. I want to do it. To claim a piece of her. Fuego will have one of the guys fix her tires, so I jumped in before that could happen.
I drop my head to my steering wheel and groan. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m married to Alessia. She is beautiful. We had a great time last night. So what am I thinking this shit for?
“Is everything okay?” Ashley places a hand on my shoulder. I bite my tongue. What am I supposed to say? I want to screw the hell out of you?
My head pops up when I hear Snake fighting with Kilo in the front yard. When Jazzy’s and then Alex’s name is shouted, Ashley is forgotten, and my defenses go up. What the hell is going on? The stress and confusion has taken me over, consuming any reasoning.
Bolting out of the truck, I approach the brothers, growling out the words, “Where the fuck is Alex?”
Snake is shoving Kilo. Words are tossed back and forth about Alessia realizing her place and getting into his business with Jazz. That’s all I need to hear, and my temper explodes. With a tense jaw and veins bulged with the blood pumping in my body, I rip myself away.
I can see her bike is in the parking lot, so she is still here. Ignoring the two brothers fighting, I go in search of Alessia. I can’t find her anywhere in the building. My breathing grows erratic, and I start to convince myself that I can’t find her because she is off with one of the brothers behind my back. Where else would she be?
Room by room, I barge into each one, not finding her. The only place I haven’t looked is the garage. That’s where I find her, drink in hand, with her accomplice, stirring the shit like she always does. Always the center of attention, because no matter how much I give her, it is never enough.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I yell, my voice bouncing off the metal walls of the garage. Her face is scowling while she straightens her spine. Jazzy flinches, never seeing or hearing me lose my shit like this before. Alessia has, but we’ve been good at hiding our problems from everyone until now.
“Here. I’m guessing you didn’t read my text?” Alessia’s tone is biting. “I sent you a message telling you to bring Ashley. We barbequed for her. Did you bring her?”
Her casual explanation appears to be a trap, and I panic. She did text, but I didn’t read it. I didn’t want to. Does Alessia know I was thinking of betraying her all day with another woman? Pissing her off is my best defense.
“No. I was busy picking her up and driving. I didn’t have time for this bullshit. So, no, I never read your text. Is this all you care about? The next party to show off how perfect you are?”
Alessia holds her breath before she turns to Jazz, “Can you give us a minute?”
“I’ll find a ride.” Jazzy looks me up and down on her way out, like a man she’s never seen before. I guess that’s fair because I don’t even recognize who I am anymore. Lightly, she closes the door behind her.
My chest feels like it is about to explode with the great divide that has grown between us. “Don’t have anything to say for yourself, do you?” I accuse.
“I’m a little lost here, Hawk. You’re going to have to spell this out for me. You left this morning very satisfied. I texted you a couple times today, and you’re sitting here yelling at me because I barbequed and tried to keep in contact with you?” She drops her beer on the small table next to her and crosses her arms over her chest.
The pressure builds, and my head is swimming in regret and secrets. “I don’t need you checking up on me. I’m tired of you being all over the damn place. I can never keep up with you and all your ideas. Nothing is ever good enough for you.” I spit my words at her, tasting years’ worth of pent up frustration coming forward.
“How am I all over the damn place? Because I am exploring life. Is it my fault you’re happy just doing this? Do I care? No.” Her voice starts to rise higher with each word said, and she drops her hands to her sides. “What is your problem with me? It keeps building, and I don’t understand why you are so damn angry.” By the time she reaches the end, her fists are clenched at her sides.
What can you say to someone you have grown to hate almost as much as you love? I can’t say another word because it can only get worse. Instead, I eat up the distance between us. I see it all in her face, the love and excitement that was there years ago. She looks at me like a toy, something to be played with. Leaving me to be a shadow in her world. When did Alessia move on without me? Not see me as a man she can respect?
It aches, and the piercing reality hits my heart. I stopped loving my woman. Fury makes my hands shake. Even though I can’t walk away, I can’t let anyone else have her, either. The poison I’ve let in my mind and heart has diseased us. I let it happen.
I clench my fists to stop the rage of my reality. The uncontrolled circumstances send me down a rabbit hole of no return. Losing my control, my hand darts forward, and I wrap her long hair into my fingers. I drag her to my body, our noses almost touching.
“You’re fucking mine. You can’t have anyone else.” My voice sounds like gravel and a threat. She’s not scared of me and never has been. It pisses me off even more. I crave for her to cower to me, to want my approval.
“Fuck you, Hawk, if you think I’ve been fucking anyone else.” Her hands grip my cut and pull me even tighter to her. Her pushing me for dominance sets me over the edge. My fingers tighten, painfully pulling the hair at the back of her scalp. Her head is at a painful angle, tweaking the curve in her neck.
“That’s because I would never let you. You are my private club bitch and have been for years. Since the first time you gave me your pussy, the first night we met. My. Club. Pussy. Not worthy of my patch on your skin.”
Alessia's eyes flare in heat mixed with anger. She takes in a full breath and releases it slowly. She fights for her composure. For once, I need her to fight for me. Stop being so strong and crave me.
Her lips lift in a cocky smile. When I think I got what I wanted, I release my biting hold on her. She raises on her tiptoes. Into my ear, she coolly whispers, “You are my club cock. I claimed you, Hawk. Don’t forget where the fuck you are or where you stand, asshole. Your words will never tear me down.”
Her grip pops away from my cut, Alessia’s words hitting their target head-on. Such a punch to the gut that I didn’t notice I had let her go. The words circle around me on repeat. I blink, and before I realize what I am doing, I storm forward and have her body pinned, facing the wall. One hand is in between her shoulder blades, and the other is tugging her jeans down her legs.
Once they are down, my pants are opened and my dick is out. I need the release. Ripping her panties to the side, I shove my steel cock into her from behind. “You like it when I take what I want, like a dirty whore? Just like the night I took your virginity, a dirty bitch. You didn’t love me then, and you don’t love me now.”
I hammer into
her from behind, my body pinning her, not allowing her to move. Her body is rigid, but she submits to me. I should stop myself from taking her like this. Dominating Alessia, in some way, holds me captive. My mind goes on a rollercoaster of memories and regrets.
Flashbacks of Ashley come forward, and I think of her lean body wrapped around mine. My cock stiffens further, and that gets me off while I use my wife’s pussy. My fingers dig into her hips while I fuck her.
A few more pumps are all I need until I come. The act of dominating her is satisfying until it hits me like a freight train. I took my wife for control and got off on the thoughts of another woman. I’m a fucked-up piece of shit, and the grave I just dug myself into is deep. It’s the beginning of the end. Zipping up my pants, I leave and go look for Ashley.
5
Alessia
I blow on my coffee, willing my workday to pass quickly. All I can think about is what happened with Hawk the other night. The memories are still raw, and the feelings wreak havoc in me. Holding me hostage to the endless stream of pain. After he was done with me, I pulled up my pants and ran out of there, not able to look back at him or the chaos that happened.
Once the fresh air hit my face, the panic settled in around me. I don’t remember anything as I drove through the streets, everything was a blur. As soon as I was home, I washed away the remnants. But nothing can remove the lingering betrayal seared inside. I cried myself to sleep curled up in a ball. My body became a battleground.
A storm of emotions came for me shortly after. How do you love a man that can do that? Rage, to get back at him for what he had done. Regret, because I had trusted him so much that it has drastically changed me. For the first time in my life, I have crawled into my head, reliving everything moment by moment. The way his body dominated mine makes me nauseous. Depression, like none I have ever felt, swarms around my heart. I want to go to him for comfort, but I can’t. I don’t know who this woman is, looking in.
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