I blushed, looking down at my baggy t-shirt. My breasts had developed at an early age and I was pretty self-conscious about how big they were. Girls in junior high used to make fun of me in the locker room all the time. Add on the constant back strain and it was no wonder I didn't feel like flaunting them around like Heather.
Heather slapped my jeans, laughing. “There's a big party tonight at some frat house tonight. I only got an invite because I know a guy that knows a guy. I'm allowed to bring someone and I thought it'd be fun if you came with.”
I shook my head immediately. “Not my kind of thing, Heather.” She always knows a guy that knows a guy. She probably slept with both of them.
Heather draped her arm around me and made those puppy-dog eyes. “Oh pretty, pretty please, Claire. There's going to be so many hot guys. We can finally find you a man.”
“I don't need a man,” I replied, turning my attention back to my notes.
Heather grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “You frustrate me so much, Claire. You're so sexy and can get any guy you want. Yet you do nothing about it.”
My baggy shirt and loose jeans deemed otherwise. “So not true, Heather. I've never even been asked out by a guy before.”
Heather looked me straight in the eyes. “That's because you never put yourself out there. How can anyone ask you out when your head is stuck in a book? Come to the party tonight and I'll show you.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping that Heather would just vanish. I really needed to get back to studying. If there was a pop quiz in Algebra, I was going to be screwed.
Heather leaned over and whispered in my ear, “John is going to be there.”
My eyes shot open and my ears perked up. John was the dreamy hot guy that took a lot of the same classes as me. I fantasized all the time about him taking me in his arms and kissing my lips passionately. He asked me once for notes and I about creamed myself in my seat.
“Doesn't matter, Heather. Even if I worked up the nerve to talk to him, John would never go with a girl like me,” I told her.
Heather stretched out my baggy t-shirt that said Camp Winnmore. “Not when you wear stuff like this. Come over to my dorm after class and I'll make you look like a knockout tonight. John will be eating out of your hands. Maybe he'll eat something else.” She winked at me.
I blushed again. The thought of John running his tongue up and down my slit made me ooze wetness between my thighs. I shoved Heather hard and she rocked back. “You're so gross,” I said.
“Don't try to deny it, Claire. You know you want it.”
I tried to ignore Heather and continue studying. Maybe going out tonight wouldn't be so terrible.
Chapter Three
Mason
“Calm the fuck down, everyone,” Blaze yelled. The wood table we sat around had only a half of a spider carved into it. Tater was taking his sweet time finishing it. The meeting room went quiet as we turned our attention to the President. “The Mexicans are completely out of the picture. We don't need to worry about them anymore. At least for now. But the Blacks own the east side of Sacks County and they want our territory. We've tried to negotiating with them but Byron won't talk peace. He wants all of it—even if the streets are stained with blood.”
Cash spoke up, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “How can we take out the Fires of Hell without tearing this MC apart?”
E-Z tied his hair into a ponytail. “We need leverage.”
“What could we possibly get on Byron that would make him give up his thirst for killing Black Widow members?” I asked.
Blaze nodded. “Byron has a sister. A white girl.”
“I never knew he had a sister. How do you know she's not just some white pussy Byron's playing with because he's bored,” Tank added.
Blaze relaxed in his chair and smiled. “I saw the records. She was adopted.”
I slammed my fist on the table, bringing everyone's attention to me. “No offense, Prez, but aren't we forgetting a pretty fucking important rule: no family. Even if she's only adopted we still can't go after her.” A couple other members mumbled and agreed with me. The no family rule was unspoken between the MCs. We didn't touch their family and they didn't touch ours.
Blaze stared at me for a moment, calculating just what I was thinking. He did this all the time back in high school. Made us believe he could read our minds. “That rule has protected our loved ones for a long time. But this is exactly what we need to surprise Byron and bring him down to his knees.”
“So what are you suggesting, Prez?” Coal asked.
Blaze cracked his knuckles. “We don't hurt his sister. We just borrow her for awhile and give her back to Byron.”
This wasn't making any sense to me. We worked so hard to get where we were and Blaze was making a rash decision. Bringing family into this would open up a can of worms none of us wanted. “And he's just supposed to kill himself in exchange for his sister?”
Blaze folded his arms across his chest. He didn't usually get this much blow back during a meeting. Maybe I was pushing a little too hard? But I was sick and tired of following him blindly into battle. Some of us were going to get fucking killed because of him.
E-Z laughed. “No, we don't have him kill himself. We make him trade us his drugs and weapons for the girl. Make him powerless. He won't be able to fight back without any power.” E-Z was the Veep and Blaze's best friend. He'd shoot himself in the face if Blaze asked him too.
They weren't thinking this through. How could we trust that Byron would give us everything and not hold back a whole stash of weapons? Before I could bring up my point, Blaze brought the table to a vote.
Everyone agreed with the plan except for Tater and I.
Blaze grinned, eying both of us. “Motion is passed. I want Tater and Mason to follow the girl and pick her up. Make sure Byron doesn't find out. We don't want him hitting us with our pants down.”
I couldn't believe he was putting both of us on this—the only ones that disagreed with him. The room cleared out and I stayed behind to speak with Blaze.
“What do you want, Mason?” he asked, sitting calmly at the head of the table.
“This won't work, Blaze. You're going to get us all killed.”
Mason slammed his fist against his chest. “What does this patch say, motherfucker?”
His voice boomed through my chest. “President,” I replied.
“Damn right, Mason. You better remember that before you go mouthing off. Get the fuck out of my sight.”
The blood boiling in my veins screamed at me to make him pay. But punching him in the jaw would only make matters worse. Could get me killed.
I relaxed my fists and took a deep breath, leaving the room. Tater was outside checking on his bike. “You know where we're supposed to find her?”
Tater nodded, strapping his helmet on. “E-Z told me. She goes to Sacks County Community College.”
Tater was one fat son of a bitch. He heaved himself onto his bike that could barely hold his weight. We were both on the football team together in high school. Tater was on the offensive line, protecting the QB from rushers. He was big and heavy which made him impossible to be moved. I played on defense, finding holes in the line and taking down the opponent's quarterback with a brutal tackle.
We rode to the outskirts of town and all the way there, I couldn't stop thinking about Blaze fucking over this club. It was his idea to create the thing in the first place but now he was going to ruin it with his arrogance. Did I really want to follow his orders anymore?
I'd never been to the college before. The place looked like one of those ivy league schools you see in those pamphlets. Didn't even bother applying with my terrible grades in high school. My mom wasn't around anymore to care and my dad was too far down the bottle. The Black Widow MC was all I needed.
“So how are we supposed to find this chick?” I asked Tater.
Tater grinned, his mouth stretching from ear to ear. “Don't worr
y, E-Z gave me a photo and her school schedule.” He passed me a crumpled up photo out of his chest pocket.
She had long curly dark hair and blue eyes that stared right back at me. Her smile showed a little bit of teeth and her red lips were perfect and plump. My cock throbbed in my pants just looking at her picture. If Tater wasn't around I could go the bathroom and stroke my hard rod until the photo was dripping with my warm cum.
“Fucking hot, isn't she?” Tater said, drooling at the photo. “I'd like to bend that piece of ass over and show her a real man.
“Then she'd still be looking after you were done with her.”
Tater snatched the photo from me and placed it safely back in his pocket, throwing me a death glance. “Her last class of the day is Algebra.”
Little Miss Fuck Me Hard walked out of her math class holding a bunch of textbooks. We watched from afar on our bikes as she strolled down the hallway, staring down at a book. Her over-sized t-shirt and loose blue jeans weren't very flattering but she had huge tits that no amount of bagginess could hide.
Tater breathed hard next to me. “I'd fucking kill someone to make her scream my name in bed.”
I imagined her beneath me, naked in all her glory, my lips suckling her hard nipples. She yelled my name over and over again as I forced my cock in and out of her tight pussy.
“Fucking pay attention, Mason,” Tater said, snapping me back to reality. “The girl is almost gone.”
The chick rounded a corner and we followed close behind until she came to a dorm hall. “When should we grab her?” Tater asked.
The place was bustling with kids going in and out of the dorms. “We're not in a rush. We can't take her in broad daylight. I'd rather not get the law on us. Let's wait until dark and take her then.”
Tater rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. “Blaze better let us have a couple rounds with her.”
Even if Blaze denied us our rights to her I was going to have her anyways. She was that smoking hot.
Chapter Four
Claire
“Ta-da!” Heather announced, swiveling the chair around to face the mirror.
My face was caked in makeup, my eyes covered with dark blue eye shadow. My hair was teased to almost twice it's size, combed in directions I never thought possible. It felt like I had a basket on my head.
“John is going to come his pants when he gets a look at you,” Heather said, doing some finishing touches on my hair.
“Why are you always so disgusting?” I asked her, still trying to comprehend my new look in the mirror.
Heather giggled. “You know you want it. Don't deny it.”
I shook my head. “Byron is going to freak if he finds out I'm going to a frat party.”
Heather glared at me through the mirror. “He's not going to find out, Claire. You need to get out of your brother's shadow. You're in college now. A full-grown woman. You can make decisions for yourself.”
But Heather didn't know much about my brother. Probably because I rarely brought him up and always kept her away from coming over to our house. Byron knew how to find out information. Being the head of an MC gives you those kinds of perks. He also had a famous temper that wasn't to be trifled with.
Heather had a point though. I let Byron run my life ever since we were kids. I couldn't let him control me for the rest of my life.
“You can't go to the party wearing that old t-shirt. Let's see if I can find you something,” Heather said, walking over to the closet. “Here, try this on. It will go good with your jeans.”
The off-the-shoulder top was bright and colorful with reds and blues streaking across. It showed off my black bra straps and way more of my shoulders than I was comfortable with. “I don't know if it's for me,” I told her.
“Are you fucking kidding me! You look so fuckable that I might switch teams.”
I shoved Heather away. “Come on. Let's just get this over with.”
Heather rubbed her palms together with a devious grin. “Time to go out and make the boys drool over us.”
The two-story frat house was overflowing with students as we made our way inside. Nena's “99 Red Balloons” boomed through the home, shaking the foundations. Heather told me this was supposed to be an invite-only party but the door was wide open and people off the streets were flooding in.
“I'm going to go get us a couple drinks,” Heather shouted to me over the music. I nodded and waded through the crowds of dancers. Alcohol would really help in this situation. I kept my eyes on the lookout for John but couldn't find him anywhere.
Heather was taking way too long to get those drinks so I went searching for her. The kitchen was packed with frat guys doing keg-stands and cheering each other on. I walked back towards the front door and found Heather being pulled up the stairs by a guy. They stopped at the top to make out and the boy sneaked his hand up her miniskirt. It felt wrong watching but I couldn't look away. I imagined myself in her place being felt up by John.
“Some show, eh?”
I looked behind me to see John holding two red plastic cups in each hand. His blond hair was combed to the side and his red letterman's jacket was an instant turn-on.
I couldn't help but blush crimson around John. He was just so dreamy. But I had to keep it under control. Couldn't show him how much of a dork I was. “That's my friend up there. She's only been here five minutes and couldn't keep her hands off the first guy she met.”
“Want a drink?” he asked, offering me one of the cups.
“Desperately.” I didn't even care what it was. I grabbed it from John and took two long gulps. It was a classic margarita and the tequila scorched my throat on the way down. Heather and the guy sneaked into a nearby room and the show was finally over.
“I've seen you in a couple of my classes,” John said, sipping his drink.
My knees wobbled. I couldn't believe John was talking to me! Maybe he'd take me upstairs and do dirty things to me. No! I wasn't like Heather. It would be nice if he took me on a couple dates first.“Yeah I've noticed you too,” I replied smoothly.
His smile was infectious. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I took another swig of tequila and let the alcohol dull my senses. I kept telling myself over and over in my head, “Don't make a fool out of yourself, Claire.”
“Your hair looks really nice,” John took a loose strand and tucked it behind my ear. My entire body turned lobster red. I wanted John to kiss me right now.
There was a commotion behind me that distracted me from John's penetrating gaze. Holy fucking shit! Byron and two bikers came barreling into the party pushing and shoving people out of the way. His eyes locked on me and I knew I was royally fucked. How did he find me so fast?
“You're coming home with me right now, Claire,” Byron yelled.
I steeled myself. I knew I was in for a big fight. “I'm not going with you.”
Byron looked offended. I'd never disrespected him before. He grabbed my wrist and tightened his grip. “We're going now.”
John stood in between Byron and I, breaking his hold on my wrist. “The lady doesn't want to go. I think you and your boys should leave.”
I wanted to scream at John to stay out of it. He didn't know who he was dealing with.
Too late.
Byron swung his right hook and connected with John's temple, sending him crashing to the ground like he was nothing. My hand reactively slapped Byron across the face. I'd never hit my brother before and it felt kind of good.
But it only infuriated Byron even more. He tried to grab me but I escaped his grasp. “Don't you touch me!” I screeched for the whole party to hear. I walked past Byron and left the party. He called out after me but I didn't care. I was done with Byron.
I walked the middle of the street at a quick pace, hoping to lose Byron and his men. I could hear their motorcycles in the distance but they weren't close. It was late at night and the moon was high in the sky. It was chilly out and I wished I had brought a cardigan or something.
> I definitely wasn't going to live with Byron anymore. Maybe Heather would let me sleep in her dorm until I figured things out? But I couldn't go there now because she was still at the frat party. I walked towards the school, thinking that the library would be a good place to hide out.
Bright headlights approached me slowly in the dark. It looked like a car until it got closer and I realized it was two motorcycles. Byron had caught up with me. There was no running away now. I stood in the middle of the street, full of defiance. He wasn't going to get me to go with him. He'd have to knock me unconscious like he did with John. Poor John. He didn't deserve that. I hoped he was okay and that he'd forgive me.
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