by Kim Jones
“You’re lying,” I said, rocking back and forth. I placed my fingers on the pressure points at my temples and began to rub. There was no way. I didn’t have a sister. I was an only child. My parents had been together for years. They were so in love. Neither one of them would have done this. I was older than Maddie. I had to be. “How old is she?” I asked, staring at the wood floor below me-concentrating on the dark lines in it.
“She is twenty-four. Your father had an affair with another woman on a business trip here. Maddie’s mother, her name was Rebecca.”
I felt the saliva building in my mouth and my stomach turned as bile started to rise. Sweat beads formed above my lip and on my head. I wiped at my face and my skin felt clammy and cold.
“You okay, babe?” Luke asked, sliding to the floor to sit in front of me.
“Tell me. Tell me everything.”
“Are you sure? We can wait.”
“Dammit, just tell me!” I snapped raising my head to look at him. The concern on his face was now familiar to me. Great. Another reason for Luke to feel sorry for me. “I want to know,” I begged. My eyes bore into his deep blue ones. I needed this from him.
“Ok, baby. I’ll tell you everything.”
I nodded my head and waited. This was going to be life-altering. I knew the information he was going to share was going to change me. Red altered my life yesterday, Luke was going to do it today, and tomorrow I would probably find out that I was born a man. Nothing would surprise me after this.
“Your father came to Mississippi to invest in some property. While he was down, he frequented a club called Vera’s Lounge. Rebecca was a cocktail waitress there. Over the next several months, him and her became close. From what I was told, it was only a one-time thing and they both admitted after that, it was a mistake. Rebecca got pregnant and told your father. He knew it would ruin his relationship with your mom, so he offered to pay for an abortion. Rebecca refused and said she would raise the baby on her own. He tried to give her money, but she had too much pride. A trust was set up in Maddie’s name and your father invested a generous amount in it. She found out when she was sixteen who her father was. Rebecca never wanted her to know; she didn’t want her to get hurt, but when Maddie found a box of old letters and pictures of him, she went looking. She took a bus to Atlanta, but by the time she found him, he was dead.”
Tears flowed down my face as I listened to the nightmare Luke shared with me. How terrible it must have been for her to grow up without a father. I lost mine at a young age, but he was there through all of my childhood years. I was practically an adult when he died. I didn’t want to believe my father was capable of such a thing, but I always knew deep down, he was not a very good man. He was crooked, and ruthless, and money hungry. I could now add adulterer and sperm donor to that list.
“There’s more, Dallas.” My head snapped up to see Luke getting a little uncomfortable. Of course there was more. There was no ending to the madness in my life.
“Rebecca married when Maddie was five,” Luke paused and I looked at him expectantly.
“So?” I said, wondering what the big deal was.
“She married Frankie, Dallas.”
My heart stopped beating. The air in the room seemed to turn arctic and I shivered. The hair on the back of my neck stood up on end and goosebumps protruded out of my skin, all over my body.
“Where is Rebecca now?” I asked, although I had the feeling I already knew the answer.
“She died,” Luke confirmed.
“How old was Maddie when she died?” I asked, praying she had not grown up without a mother too.
“She was seven.” I closed my eyes at Luke’s words.
“Did he kill her?” I asked, staring at the blackness behind my eyelids, chasing the dots to try to keep from losing it.
“No, she had cancer. Frankie found the letters from your dad. All of them. The ones about the money, the abortion, everything. The land he sold out from under the club was just an excuse. He killed your mother, Dallas, and he done it for Maddie.” The tears that ran down my cheeks at the mention of my mother’s death blurred my vision. I couldn’t see Luke’s face, but the emotion in his voice let me know that this was hard for him too.
“Why would he do that? She was innocent in all of this,” I asked, my voice breaking with sobs.
“He didn’t see it like that, babe. He went to kill your father, but Frankie is crazy. He thought you all deserved to die. He thought your mother was to blame for Maddie not having a father. If she would not have been in the picture then he would have married Rebecca and Maddie would have grown up with the life you had.” Luke reached out and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing my head repeatedly.
“So what happened to Maddie when her mother died?” I asked through my sniffles. The thought of her alone at such a young age made my heart cry for her. No one deserved that. She was just a child.
“Frankie had custody of her. When he went to jail, she became club property. She mostly lived at the clubhouse and we all took turns making sure she had everything she needed. She is like a little sister to us all. We don’t talk about Frankie or Rebecca much. Frankie was never really around when Maddie was growing up. He was usually with the club or in and out of jail, so he wasn’t much of a father figure. He was all she had though, which complicates things now. She is the only reason that he is still breathing. I just don’t have the heart to kill him. She has already lost so much, ya know?” I did know. I had a sister and despite the unusual and unfortunate circumstances, a small flicker of hope bloomed in my chest.
“I want to talk to her,” I said, playing with the buttons on my shirt. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea right now, but I had so many questions to ask.
“Let’s just enjoy tonight. Tomorrow the guys are going hunting and you will have all the time in the world. She needs some space right now and you need time to process all of this.”
Luke was right, as always. Now was not the best time to try and start a relationship with a potential enemy who just so happened to be my sister. His advice to me was to clean myself up and re-join the party. He promised that the events from earlier would not be brought up again and the club was very understanding of the situation. That didn’t surprise me, considering they had known this for some time.
I washed my face and re-applied my makeup. I decided to try and put the situation from earlier in the back of my mind with the help of some booze, loud music, and hopefully the strip show Linda would be giving tonight. It didn’t take much persuasion from Luke to let me go. I figured right now I could get just about anything out of him. Who would have thought that the problems I had anticipated were not problems at all. I actually enjoyed all the ladies at the clubhouse and was anxious to get back out there to them. My real problems consisted of a sister I didn’t know I had, who just so happened to hate me.
I walked into the living room in search of Luke, but instead I found something sweeter-and I didn’t think that was possible. The sweetest, most precious little boy was flipping over the large leather sectional in an attempt to land on his feet on the other side, and failing.
“Hey man,” I said to him, walking up and taking a seat on the arm.
“Hey woman,” he replied, making me laugh. His blonde hair was long and fell over his forehead and into his eyes. He looked to be about five or six.
“What are ya doin’?” I asked, as I watched him make another loop around the couch and try the somersault again.
“I’m gonna be a ninja when I grow up, but first I have to learn how to flip over furniture.” He stopped and stared at me once he was in the starting position, a serious look crossing his face. “Don’t tell Uncle Luke though.”
“I won’t,” I promised, trying to contain my smile.
“Pinky promise?” he asked, sticking his little finger out to me. I place my pinky in his and leaned closer to him.
“Pinky promise,” I whispered.
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�Logan!” yelled a voice from the kitchen. The little boy, that I presumed was Logan, quickly slid from the back of the couch and sat down next to me in an upright position.
“What were you doing?” Maddie asked, coming through the door. She shot a glance at me, then narrowed her eyes at Logan. “Were you flipping over the furniture again?” she asked, while picking up toys that littered the floor in the living room. I tried to find resemblances between us, but she kept her back to me.
“No ma’am,” Logan answered.
“She was,” he said, pointing a finger at me. That little shit.
“Me? I was not,” I said, surprised he could accuse me so convincingly. I had forgotten that I was a twenty-six year old grown woman and was ready to plead my case to Maddie and convince her it wasn’t me.
“Logan, don’t lie,” Maddie said scolding him.
“I’m not, mama!” If he said anything else, I missed it. Mama. Logan was Maddie’s son and that made Logan, my nephew. I looked at him with new eyes. He was perfect. From his fine, blonde hair to his golden tanned skin. I looked up to see Maddie staring at me.
“Don’t,” she mouthed at me with a quick shake of her head. My face, along with my heart fell and I nodded in understanding.
“It’s getting late, we need to go.” she announced to Logan, throwing a bag over her shoulder.
“I don’t want to go!” he whined. He scooted his little body closer to me and this seemed to punch Maddie in the gut. She closed her eyes in defeat and let out a breath. “Mommy’s tired, Logan, and she wants to go home.” The thought of Maddie leaving and possibly getting hurt caused me to tense.
“You’re not staying?” I blurted. “I mean, I thought everyone was staying here,” I clarified.
“Frankie is not going to hurt me. It’s you he has a problem with,” she said, staring daggers into me. Oh. Of course Frankie didn’t want to hurt her. She was his daughter, in a sense.
“Mama, please let me stay. All the other kids are staying. Uncle Luke said I could stay,” Logan said, oblivious to our conversation. He got up and walked to Maddie, wrapping his little arms around her waist. “You won’t have to fix me breakfast. You can sleep late and I won’t be there to wake you up.” Man, this kid was a genius.
“Fine, but you do as they tell you and I mean it,” she said sternly. Not giving her time to change her mind, Logan darted out of the room. Maddie stood in front of me, shuffling her feet while I played with my hands, neither of us knowing really what to say. Luke saved us from the awkward situation when he came in.
“Ya’ll good?” he asked, eyeing us both suspiciously.
“I’m gone. Logan says he wants to stay. Is that cool?” Maddie asked Luke.
“Of course. You really leaving?”
“Yeah, I got some shit to do. I’ll be back in the morning before ya’ll leave.”
“Be careful, Maddie. I mean it,” Luke said sternly. It would have bothered me before if he would have shown that much interest in her safety, now I expected it. She walked out without another word and left us alone. When she left, it felt like a part of me was walking out with her. I wanted to get to know Maddie and maybe mend this broken relationship. Luke, aware of my intense thinking, decided to intervene.
“Babe, there is a party going on outside,” he said, pulling me from the couch.
“Does it involve the stripper?” I asked smiling at him and wrapping my arms around his waist. Luke shook his head and smiled, “Yes, babe. There will be strippers.”
Strippers were not the only thing in the clubhouse. When the sun went down, the clubhouse turned into the penthouse. Most of the ol’ ladies were not here. I only saw a few patch members who had their women with them. Red was with Brooklyn and Ronnie, but Regg was nowhere in sight. The lights had dimmed and the music had more of a modern R&B vibe compared to the rock music that was playing earlier. I guessed it was much easier to strip to R&B than it was to rock. Couches and chairs were set up around the pool tables. A pole was mounted between the tables and I wondered if it had always been there. The seats were already full, awaiting the arrival of Linda, but there were two seats reserved towards the front for me and Luke.
“I don’t have any money,” I told Luke, hoping he would produce a wad of ones from his pocket.
“Trust me. She is making plenty of money. We paid her for her entertainment. This is a private party and we don’t have to tip.” Luke ushered us to the loveseat directly in front of the stage, and we were immediately greeted by a girl who could have easily been on the cover of Vogue. She was tall and thin with jet black hair and pale skin. Her eyes were emerald green. I think. I didn’t get a good look at them, because the sight of her perfect breasts took my breath. She was completely naked, other than a little thong and a pair of high heels.
“Babe, you okay?” Luke asked from beside me.
“She is naked!” I said in disbelief. “And she’s not even a stripper!” Luke brought his face close to mine and his expression was serious when he said,
“I want you to let me know when you have seen enough. There is a lot of shit that goes on out here and I don’t want you freaking out on me. By the end of the night, it’s gonna get a lot worse.” I didn’t have time to respond to him, because the crowd erupted when Linda walked up to the pole and twirled around it.
She wore a leather vest, leather chaps and a black thong. She was stunning and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The music started and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that she was dancing for me. She watched me the entire time, as I sat on the edge of the couch, fully enthralled by what was happening in front of me. She took her clothes off to the beat of the music and before the song was finished she stood completely naked in front of me. One song played into another and then another and I watched as she wrapped her body around the pole in a way that was beautiful. I had the same feeling when I watched the opera or ballet. Linda was truly talented and she knew it.
A movement on my left caught my attention and I peeled my eyes from Linda to see the waitress from earlier on her knees in front of Possum. There was no denying what she was doing as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. I thought the sight of her degrading herself by being on her knees would make me sick, but instead I felt familiar warmth between my legs. I turned to look around the room and saw that most everyone had gone from the couches. Brooklyn and Red, whom I had not even had a chance to speak to, had disappeared. Ronnie was gone also. On the couch behind us, a man was fucking a woman from behind. He rammed in and out of her roughly while she moaned in pleasure, although it couldn’t be heard over the music.
I turned to look at Luke for the first time since Linda had taken the stage and found him watching me with an impassive face. I was slightly embarrassed for watching, but I had never seen anything like it and I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. Luke grabbed my waist and hauled me into his lap so that I was facing him. I looked over his shoulder at the couple fornicating on the couch behind us and felt my center begin to throb. The music was still playing loudly in the back ground and I watched as Linda walked past me and to the couple on the couch. I had my back to the stage and I felt like she only stopped dancing because I stopped watching. When she arrived at the couch, and the man saw her, he pulled out of the girl he was with and sat down. Linda turned to face me and straddled him, taking all of him inside her in one swift movement. She began massaging her breasts as she rode him, never taking her eyes from mine. The sensation between my legs was building and I realized I was grinding myself against Luke. I stopped and looked down at him, ashamed of what I was doing.
“Does she make you wet, baby?” he asked, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He pulled my shirt down, taking my bra with it. When he leaned up and placed his mouth on my nipple, I moaned loudly. I began moving my hips again, feeling Luke’s hard cock rock against me through our jeans. My eyes found Linda’s once more and she was watching me intently, biting her lip and clearly turned on at the sight of Luke suc
king my nipple. She couldn’t see anything, no one could. We were at the front of the room and the only thing visible was my face and the back of Luke’s head. Linda took her hand and slid it between her legs, massaging her clit with her palm while the tips of her fingers rubbed the large sack of the guy she was riding. Following her movement, I placed my hand down the front of my jeans and into my thin, lacy panties and began massaging my own clit while Luke continued to pay attention to my breasts with his mouth and hands.
The faster Linda moved, the faster I moved and in a matter of moments, we were coming together. I watched from a distance of about ten feet as she threw her head back and came on the large shaft she was riding. I rocked my hips faster on Luke as he sucked harder on my sensitive nipples, bringing myself to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. When my convulsing body slowed, I wanted nothing more than Luke, in me, at that very moment. I didn’t care who was watching at this point. Linda had me coming all over myself and hadn’t even touched me. I didn’t mind if she watched at all.
Luke had other plans, though. He pulled my shirt back over my breasts and stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept my arms locked around his neck as he carried me out of the clubhouse. When we passed Linda, she was still riding the lucky son of a bitch beneath her and she gave me a wink and a smile. I felt my cheeks heat and I smiled back, not sure if I should thank her for her services. I decided just a smile would suffice; I had a six foot two, sexy, male biker that was fixing to drive a ten inch cock in me with the force of two hundred and fifty pounds. I almost came at the thought of it.
It took us about ten seconds to reach Luke’s bedroom. The moment he closed the door behind us, I was on the bed and he was on top of me. He kissed me roughly, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavy as he all but ripped my jeans off my hips. My boots were still on, stopping my pants from going lower than my knees. I’m sure it would have only taken a minute to get them off, but Luke was a very impatient man. Instead, he flipped me over on my knees and pulled me to him. He let out a growl when I reached a hand beneath me, rubbing myself while he struggled to get his jeans down. The sounds he made encouraged me, and I took one, long, manicured finger and slid it inside me.
