by Erin Trejo
TIC
Soulless Bastards MC
NoCal
TIC
Soulless Bastards MC
NoCal
By Erin Trejo
Edited by: Elfwerks Editing
Cover by: Erin Trejo
Cover photos: iStock
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 1
Tic
I sit here watching the clock as time fucking ticks by. The nights hold nothing for me anymore. They haven’t in a long time. The days aren’t much different.
“Daddy?”
I hear his little voice filter down the hallway. Jameson. My son. He’s five. He’s the light of this fucked-up dark world. His mom left us when he was three months old. She said she couldn’t be a mother. What kind of fucked-up logic is that? You had sex. You gave birth, but you can’t be a fucking mother?
I wasn’t sad to let her go at first. I waved that bitch on. She didn’t want us? Fine by me. Over time though, I began to miss her. I missed the love that we had. I missed the feeling of the two of us and the idea of it being the three of us. She ruined that shit, though.
“Yeah. I’m here little man,” I say when I see his little eyes coming down the dark hallway. He’s perfect. Why anyone wouldn’t want him is beyond me.
“Are you scared, Daddy?” he asks me. He always asks me that when he is. He likes to know he isn’t alone.
“A little. What are you scared of?” I ask as he walks over and climbs in my lap. He’s the perfect mixture of the two of us. He has his mom’s blue eyes but my dark hair.
“Monsters and goblins,” he says softly. I wrap my arms around him and hold him closely.
“Did Cher let you watch that movie again?” I look down at him. He nods his little head as I shake mine. Stupid bitch. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her dumbass not to let him watch that shit. I hire the fucking babysitter to fucking watch my kid, not scare him.
“It’s ok, Son. You remember when we talked about it last time? Daddy will take care of any monster that comes near you.” Jameson snuggles into my chest as I sigh. This is what we do most nights. He snuggles in, I feel content. My life may be one big fuck up but this boy means everything to me.
“Do I have to stay with her today?” he asks against my chest.
I suck in a big breath when I hear the door open.
“I’m fucking here again,” Cher mumbles until she sees me sitting here with Jameson.
“Go get dressed, little man,” I tell him ushering him off my lap. I watch him walk down the hallway before I lose it all together. I’m off the couch and shoving Cher against the wall with my hand around her throat in no time.
“I told you not to let him watch that shit, didn’t I?” I growl. Her eyes widen when she licks her lips. Fucking bitch thinks everything around here is going to end in sex. Not this time. I don’t want anything else to do with her disgusting ass.
“I’m sorry, Tic. Let me just take care of you. Calm you down,” she says as she tries to pull out of my hold. Not a chance in hell.
“You’re fuckin’ fired, Cher. I don’t need this kind of bullshit.” I squeeze her throat harder to make my point before releasing her.
“Until you can’t get anyone else.” She turns on her heel and walks away.
I listen as she slams the door before I light up a cigarette. Dad is going to be pissed again. Not like that’s anything new.
“I’m ready!” Jameson smiles as he runs back into the living room. “Do I get to see Grandpa today?”
“Yeah. Uncle Mayhem and Dec, too. You excited?” He nods his little head up and down rapidly. I love seeing him so excited about being around the clubhouse.
“And I wanna see Kenderly and Aunt Brooke. And Aunt Tay ‘cause she brings me candy,” he adds.
I can’t help but smile. They spoil this boy rotten and I couldn’t be happier about it. “Well, let’s get goin’ then so we can get breakfast.”
Chapter 2
Ashley
“So, unless you want to take that spot, we are going to have to let you go.”
I stare at my boss like he’s lost his fucking mind. Ellen stands in the corner with a smile. I want to slap the hell out of her. I know this is her fault. Brooke warned me about her.
“You can stick your job up your ass,” I snap. Damn, I’m starting to sound like Brooke!
I turn on my heel and walk out of the office. I don’t need this job. Hell, I don’t need any job with the trust fund my parents have in place for me. I like to work though. It gives me something to do with my time, and I find that I’m good at it.
I climb in my car and text Brooke.
Me: I just quit my job. Need girl bonding.
Brooke: Ha! Took long enough. Did you make it good?
Me: Of course I did! I’m turning into you, that’s how good it was.
Brooke: I’m so proud. Come to the clubhouse
Me: On my way. Got any cute singles?
Brooke: You know we do, slut.
I grin at her last text. She makes me smile. She’s a bitch, but she makes me happy so that makes her my bitch.
I drive toward the clubhouse with a bad attitude. I can’t believe that asshole was trying to give me less money and stick me in the mail room. I’ve been working at that magazine company for the last five years. Ellen feared the competition and got a hair up her ass. I suppose that’s why she started fucking the boss shortly after and, now I’m shit! Why does my life turn i
nto complete shit?
I stop at the gate and wave at Nuts. Nuts. That’s a good one. He nods and waves me through knowing who I am. I’m around enough these days. If I want to see my girl I usually have to catch her here. She’s been so busy with the strip club that all of her down time is spent at the clubhouse. I park my car and climb out.
“Lookin’ sexy in that getup!” Monster whistles. I flip him off and keep walking, hearing him chuckle behind me.
As soon as I step inside something small slams into my legs. I look down and find a little boy with shaggy brown hair laughing hysterically and hanging tightly to me.
“Jameson! I’m gonna get you.” Declan’s voice fills the room as the little guy laughs harder.
“Just be quiet, he won’t see you,” I whisper. He looks up at me and smiles nodding his head.
“We haven’t seen any little boys in here,” I say when Declan comes into the room. The little guy keeps laughing although he’s supposed to be hiding.
“You sure? I thought I saw him,” Declan says. The little guy lets go of me before turning toward Dec.
“I’m right here, Uncle Dec.” He squeals before running toward him. Declan laughs before scooping him up and tossing him in the air. It’s such a sweet sight to see around here.
“Did you say hi to Ash?” Declan asks the kid. He shakes his head no before I walk over to the two of them.
“What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Jameson.”
“Hi. I’m Ash.”
“Are you my daddy’s new friend and babysitter?” he asks me.
Declan stifles a laugh before Tic comes into the room. We haven’t talked much, but he seems like a dick.
“Son, are you messin’ with people?”
Son? Jameson is his? I didn’t know that.
“No. I was asking Ash if she was your new friend.”
I don’t want to know what he means by that. I’m sure I have an idea though.
“No, she’s not. Come here.”
Tic takes Jameson from Dec when Brooke announces, “She could be! She did get her ass fired today!”
Way to help a bitch out!
“Thanks, bitch. I didn’t get fired, I quit. You were so right about Ellen, too. Oh my God. She is such a disgusting person.” I narrow my eyes at her as she laughs.
“Haven’t I told you that?” she says.
“Oh. Did you two meet?” Brooke turns her head to glance at Tic. “I don’t think you have. Tic this is my best friend, Ashley. Ash this is Tic,” Brooke says a little overly excited that I lost my job. He extends his free hand which I take.
“Nice to meet you,” he grumbles. Wow, what a go getter he is.
“Yeah, you too. He yours?” I nod at Jameson.
“Yep. My little man, ain’t ya?” He looks to the little boy as Jameson grins back up at him.
“He’s adorable. You and his mom must be proud,” I say trying to be polite. I guess that wasn’t my smartest move either.
“I don’t have a mommy,” Jameson says softly.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I look to Tic but he just looks pissed. He walks away quickly leaving me standing there like a fool.
Chapter 3
Tic
In my life, there are always ups and downs. There are always choices that need to be made, and talking about Jameson’s mom isn’t one I choose. I don’t have shit to say about her so I don’t. I walk away.
“She didn’t mean shit, Tic,” Declan says when he sits next to me on the couch.
“I know. Just didn’t have shit to say to her.” I look down and watch my son playing with his motorcycles on the floor.
“You lost another sitter?” My dad’s voice booms through the room.
“Yeah. Stupid bitch couldn’t follow simple directions. Don’t let him watch the fuckin’ scary movies. Is that so fuckin’ hard?” I snap. I run my hand through my hair as dad sits on the floor with his grandson.
“Stop fuckin’ em all, Tic. You’re puttin’ your goddamn dick where it don’t belong. That’s the problem.” He roughs up Jameson’s hair before looking back up at me.
“Fuck that. She needs to listen. Hey, can Kenderly keep him today?” I ask.
“How the hell should I know? Go ask her,” he snaps. Damn his attitude is as shitty as mine.
“I’ll watch him.” I look over my shoulder at Ash standing there with Brooke next to her.
“Nah. I’ll get one of the girls here to. He wasn’t feelin’ all that good last night. Wanna keep him close today.” I turn away when I feel a hand slap the back of my head. I turn to look again and see the look in Brooke’s eyes.
“Stop being such a bitch! She can watch him here. It’s better than letting club whores watch your son.” She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.
“I don’t mind, really. He seems like a good kid. Besides, I don’t have a job anymore and I need something to do with my time,” Ash says sweetly.
I eye her up and down. Yeah, she’s not one I’d fuck that’s for sure. She’s uppity. She has on a straight as hell skirt with a little dress shirt. Yeah, not my type at all.
“You sure? He can get wild,” I tell her.
She smiles and walks around sitting on the couch next to me. “I don’t mind. We’ll have fun, won’t we Jameson?” she asks him.
He looks up and nods with a smile on his face.
“Ok then. I need to head out anyway,” I say, shoving off the couch and walking past her.
“Be good for, Ash.” I bend down and ruffle up his hair. He looks up at me with those eyes and smiles.
“I will, Daddy.” My heart melts for this kid. He’s the only thing in the world that means anything to me aside from this club.
“Ok. I’ll see you later. Mayhem meetin’ me out there?” I ask my dad.
“Yeah. Dread should be there, too.”
I nod once and head out into the yard. I stalk toward my bike ready and fucking willing to get on the road. I’ve missed my bike. I don’t get to ride as much as I’d like with Jameson. I can’t fucking wait until he gets older and I can teach him to ride.
I climb on and rev up the bike, loving the sound of the engine.
“Hey! Wait!” I look to my right. Before I can get my helmet on, I see Ash jogging toward me in heels. It’s a fucking amusing sight to see.
“Does he have any allergies or anything that I need to know about? His doctor’s number?” She’s out of breath and the loose hair that hangs down her neck is now sticking to her cheek. I reach up and brush it back with a smile.
“No. He’s not allergic to anything. All the emergency numbers are in his blue bag inside. Sorry, I should have told you all that.”
She shakes her head with a smile before she says, “I’m just paranoid. I like to have things in order, and I didn’t want to feed him anything he might have been allergic to,” she says breathlessly. It’s a cute look on her.
“Thanks again for keepin’ him. I’ll get back as soon as I can.”
“Don’t hurry. I love kids. We’ll have fun.”
I nod my head and watch as she turns on her heel and walks back toward the door. What mind fucks me? Jameson is standing there waiting for her to come back. He reaches his little hand up and waits for her to take it. He’s never been like that with anyone else who has watched him.
I slide my helmet on and rev up before I pull out on the main road. As soon as I make it out of town, I gas it.
I like the speed. I crave it. It gives me a high much like it does the other guys. There’s nothing comparable to this shit. We live for this and one day, we’ll die for it too. That’s the way of the world.
Chapter 4
Ashley
“What do you like to eat, Jameson?” I ask as we walk through the clubhouse. It’s strange being here with him. It doesn’t seem like an appropriate place to keep a child, but I’m not his mother so there isn’t much I can say about that.
“Can you cook grilled cheese? It’s my favorite.” He grin
s up at me.
“I can. I think mine are the best, but you’ll have to tell me.” I lift Jameson and set him on the counter before I take out what we’ll need.
“What else do you like, Jameson?” I get to work on his lunch while getting him to warm up to me. He’s such a sweet little guy. He jabbers on about his favorite foods, his stuffed dragon named Thor, and how his favorite color is green. He’s so animated when he talks. His eyes are lit up. He seems generally happy.
“I think you were right. Yours are the best. Daddy’s taste like snot.” Jameson looks at me seriously. I can’t help but laugh at him.
“Maybe we should fire him then. No one likes to eat snot.”
Jameson giggles before jumping from his seat. He takes off running while I clean up the kitchen. I wash up what we used before heading off to find where the little man went.
Sitting on the floor with his trucks and cars, he’s lost in his own little world. I cross my arms over my chest and watch him play as I lean against the wall. A small smile crosses my face. He seems happy. He doesn’t mind much of anything. Tic said he could get wild, but he has been the perfect little boy so far. I pull up a chair and sit down while he vrooms his car around the floor.
“Do you have kids?” I glance down at the little guy. His wide brown eyes stare back up at me.
“No. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
He shakes his head before he says, “I like to play with other kids. Daddy doesn’t like the park. He said that the ladies there are all bitches and that they have something stuck up their asses.”
I choke on a laugh as I try to suppress it. Jameson seems to notice as I choke a little more. “We will talk to Daddy when he gets back, and maybe I can take you,” I tell him. I wouldn’t mind spending more time with him.
“You will? Daddy’s other friends don’t like to take me. They make my play in my room. Cher let me watch the scary movie, and Daddy got mad. He said I’m not allowed to watch those because I cry.” Jameson is so animated when he talks. His little hands move with every word that leaves his mouth. It’s adorable.
“Well, we won’t be watching scary movies because I will cry too. Plus, it’s almost time for school to start. Are you excited?”
