by Kiki Leach
"Verna?"
River glared. "Not exactly. But about that bitch from last night, how the fuck old was her friend that you spent most of the time fuckin'?"
Blue shrugged. "I don't even fuckin' know, brother. But did you see the size of those goddamn tits?" He sucked on his bottom lip remembering exactly how each one tasted on his tongue and whipped out his lighter. "Shit. And that fat fuckin' ass. Juicy. As. Shit for a white bitch, and real as fuck too. I wrapped my goddamn hands around that thing and rocked that sweet fuckin’ pussy of hers till the motherfuckin' sun came up this mornin', and she was screamin' my name in tongues, motherfucker. Screamin’ my name in goddamn tongues till she creamed all over my cock. It was like a batch of marshmallow cream bein’ poured over a hot motherfuckin’ sundae with extra nuts and--”
River groaned as the visual of it all suddenly invaded his mind and attacked each crevice of it like a pack of wild hyenas. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “So I don’t give a fuck how old she was. A bitch makin’ me come like that, she can be any goddamn age she wants.”
River clinched his jaw and shook his head. "She ever plan on comin' back here with that same ass, tits and mouth to suck you off with?”
"Brother, she was still comin' when I slapped her ass on the back of my goddamn bike and drove her back to Tampa this mornin’. She was sprayin’ like a fuckin’ faucet full of cum when I got her ass back into her own goddamn bed and fucked her back into one helluva fantastic coma before I left. Bitch is probably still comin’ just thinkin’ of my dick as we fuckin’ stand here and speak." He laughed and smacked an unamused River on the arm. "‘Cause of that, I plan to have her back here real often and real fuckin’ soon again, too.”
“That so.”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah! A bitch who can fuck me till I can't even remember my own goddamn name while tightenin’ that sweet as fuck cunt around my cock, and doesn't ask questions about other bitches unless she wants in on fuckin’ one too, just might be one worth keepin' on the back of my motherfuckin' bike ‘til the very goddamn end of times."
"One good fuck with some potential club bitch whose age you don’t even know, and you're all ready to propose?"
"Maybe. Might even give her my high school class ring after I finish pinnin’ her to the floor on all fours again.”
River wrapped two fingers around the tip of his nose to stifle a laugh. Blue had said and done a hell of a lot of crazy shit over the years when it came to the bitches of the club, random or otherwise. But if he was serious about marrying one of them just because she was better in the sack than most, this would not only make it the craziest, but the outright stupidest thing he had ever done. Though River was prepared for the fallout either way, when it came to the other brothers, he knew damn well that shit wouldn’t be the case.
“Jesus Christ. Motherfucker, you’re one hell of a goddamn, fuckin’ idiot, you know that?”
Blue stood with pride. “If wifin’ up a bitch with good tits, a fat ass, fuckable lips and the ability to suck my cock and drink my cum like she’s lickin’ juices from a goddamn Popsicle makes me an idiot, then I’ll wave that flag high and proud above my goddamn head for all the world to see, motherfucker. Hell, I’ll even get that shit in bright, shiny fuckin’ colors with our names embroidered usin’ all kinds of sparkles and shit.”
"Jesus.” River chuckled. “Yeah, that’s all the more reason to wife a bitch up, ‘cause she knows how to suck your cock till you come in every open hole she’s got on her goddamn body. Trust and believe me, fucker, there ain’t no goddamn cunt on earth that fuckin’ good.”
“So you say till you get the right damn one ridin’ your cock into the next fuckin’ day. Which I’m guessin’ this bitch from last night wasn’t, and didn’t.” Blue flashed a light over his cigarette and simpered. "Given the fucked up way you’re soundin’ and actin’ this mornin’, she either wasn’t worth fuckin’ or she did the unthinkable and blew you off once she realized that massive cock you’ve got wouldn’t fit into any of her tiny fuckin’ holes.”
River dropped his hands on either side of his waist and thought long and hard about how to respond. "She blew me off, but not in the same way you’re thinkin’, asshole. Shit, this bitch might even put yours to shame with the mouth she’s got on her; the way it wrapped around my goddamn cock was like a fuckin’ art form. Bitch should be honored in the Smithsonian or some shit for it.” He adjusted his pants. “She took that shit until the tip hit the back of her motherfuckin' throat and she was gaggin' around it. I didn't let her go till I came and she didn't lose her shit over havin' to swallow every motherfuckin’ drop of it."
"You’re sayin’ she took that monster cock of yours and damn near fuckin’ swallowed it whole, unlike some of the bitches around here who you say tense up when you finally get it all the way in. And she probably took that cum ‘cause she thought it was made of VP, Shadow Ridin’ gold.” He shrugged. “So what exactly was the fuckin’ problem?"
"The problem is that she’s got a goddamn mouth on her.”
Blue peered. “You just said that shit was a good fuckin’ thing.”
“Good for suckin’, not so much for runnin’ off after fuckin’. I’ll keep her around for my cock’s sake and when I feel the need to bend her over somethin’. But I’ve got no goddamn desire to treat her like this bitch you’re lookin’ to wife up before you probably even know her last goddamn name."
"It’s Hicks... or Hillman, or some shit – Look, what the fuck does her last name matter anyway, motherfucker? Don't you know that a bitch who not only knows what the fuck she’s doin’, but is also willin' to get on her goddamn knees for you is worth keepin' for eternity if you can help it? I don’t need to know this bitch’s last name. With a pussy like that, she’ll be takin’ mine.” He took a long drag of his cigarette and dipped his head back.
River frowned. "Motherfucker, do you know how many goddamn bitches I could get to suck me off without givin’ me a fuckin' headache like this bitch has? She fucked with my head this mornin' tellin' me she was underage. I almost threw her ass out of a goddamn window and if she hadn’t have grabbed onto my cock when she did to stop me from it, you’d have come home to find a lyin’, cryin’ bitch covered in nothin’ but glass and spit out here in the middle of the goddamn parkin’ lot."
"Alright, Riv, so just how the fuck young was this bitch claimin' to be?" asked Blue, murmuring around the smoke.
"Young enough to be Tiny’s type. But it doesn’t matter since I verified that she’s fuckin’ legal."
"Good. Then you should get your ass back in there and fuck the legal shit out of her again ‘til you’re in a better fuckin’ mood." Blue dropped a leg over his bike and took a seat while peeking up at River.
“I can’t do much of any goddamn thing with this bitch now, ‘cause we’ve got another motherfuckin’ problem on our hands in the name of the bitch we found out here eight years ago all bloodied and fucked the hell up.”
Blue shoved his brows together in complete confusion. “What?”
“Eight years ago, motherfucker. You came burstin’ into my goddamn room back there just as I was about to get sucked off to tell me some bitch was out here lookin’ half dead outside the front of our goddamn gate. You remember that shit?”
Blue dragged his cigarette back up between his lips and inhaled. “You talkin’ about that black bitch with the high tits and nice ass?”
“The one you thought about maybe fuckin’ despite how fucked up she was?” said River. “Yeah, that was her.”
“Shit, she’s here? What the fuck is she lookin’ like now?”
“Not bloodied the fuck up, that’s for goddamn sure.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” asked Blue.
“It means she’s not covered in blood and piss or cut the fuck up like a goddamn summer sausage on a motherfuckin’ breakfast plate, asshole. What the fuck do you think it means?” spat River. He raised his hand to his face and dragged it down from his mouth to his throat, and cl
inched his jaw.
Blue watched the veins pop out from his best friend’s neck and saw a twitch or two in his eye, which was something he had never noticed before that moment, and frowned. “She still got the fat tits and good ass?” River opened his nose as wide as he could and sucked in air while refusing to answer. When Blue realized he was purposely being ignored, he nodded. “Alright, well what the fuck is she doin’ back here? ‘Cause if she’s lookin’ to finally thank us for savin’ her life, she’s about ten goddamn years too late for it.”
“It was eight years ago, motherfucker,” said River. “That shit happened eight years ago, and she’s not here lookin’ to give any kind of goddamn thank you. She’s lookin’ for our goddamn help.”
“Then she’s lookin’ for a goddamn ‘you’re welcome’ this time instead,” he said. River momentarily shut his eyes and shook his head, unable to correct what he was certain was only part of Blue’s ignorance. “What the fuck kinda help is she needin’ now anyway if she’s no longer bloodied and fucked up?”
“The kind that if we do, might help to get this goddamn club back on its track. The same one Wolf has been derailin’ for too many goddamn years to count now with his bullshit.” He crossed his arms. “You remember that dope house back in Daytona? The one the cops have been so sure for so fuckin’ long that we burnt down over that gun deal gone bad with the Russians and Czech’s?”
“Yeah, the one Wolf forced us into makin’ with ‘em when that other fucked up tradin’ deal he made with the yellows and browns went bad. What about it?”
River leaned in, clamping his teeth together and flaring his nostrils in absolute fury. “It was Ricky Fontaine who did that shit.”
“Fontaine? The same motherfucker who tried sellin’ shit to Madison when she was a kid--”
“Same motherfucker who tried gettin’ my baby girl caught up back then, yep.”
Blue took another drag from his cigarette and opened his hands. “How’d the fuck you find that shit out? From that bitch inside?”
River nodded. “Yeah. Says he’s the same motherfucker who fucked her up and dumped her here too.”
“What the fuck for?”
“She was there the night that goddamn fire broke out. Says she even heard some of those Czechoslovakian motherfuckers talkin’ in their native fuckin’ tongue as she tried to save one of the kids from that house. Ricky fucked her up after she threatened to go to the cops with the shit that she knew. Seems they were fuckin’ around or some shit and she ended up there that night ‘cause he dragged her along.”
“Hm.” Blue grunted. “I’ll say it’s all well and good that we finally know what the fuck happened to that goddamn house back then, though we still don’t know why the fuck it did. But what I really wanna know is how the fuck any of this newfound ‘knowledge’ is actually supposed to be helpin’ us out, VP?”
“This bitch has got actual, physical proof from that night. Cops may not believe that shit considerin’ they won’t want to, but that don’t matter. ‘Cause that proof and what she knows about Fontaine could not only get that motherfucker put permanently to ground, it could get some of our boys back and the other charters back on our side; it could get our garage back to runnin’ and more importantly, get this club back to where the fuck it needs to be, monetarily speakin’. You know I’m as open for pussy parties and bitches mouth fuckin’ my cock till the sun comes up as much as the next motherfucker in this place. But I also joined this club ‘cause it gave me a goddamn life outside of the one I thought I’d be livin’ instead. I had a purpose again back then, one I thought was fuckin’ lost on me when I initially fucked up. I need that shit back, motherfucker. I need that shit back like you wouldn’t even fuckin’ begin to believe.”
Blue nodded in complete understanding and leaned over the handle bars of his bike. “You know we could still always go back after that piece of shit motherfucker who set you up to break that black kid’s neck and send him to ground. What the fuck was his name again, Rodrigo?” he asked. River nodded. “I know it’s been years for you since all that shit originally went down, but he’s still got his gym at the edge of the city and a new one now in Miami. And I’ve heard around town that he’s been pullin’ the same shit with even younger motherfucker’s now, makin’ ‘em think that by fuckin’ up some other black or Italian, it’ll get ‘em into that MMA fightin’ world and make ‘em champs like he once promised you. He’s been makin’ one hell of a shit load of green off of those naïve motherfuckers and their even dumber than shit parents.” He took another drag and rattled his head. He released a quiet chuckle and turned his focus back up to River, whose eyes fell straight to the ground.
“The first time that asshole showed up here makin’ threats to me about comin’ back, I wanted to snap his fuckin’ head right off his goddamn neck and break his motherfuckin’ back in half. Sayin’ it was the least I owed him for breakin’ that black fucker’s neck for him, all ‘cause he happened to bone that asshole’s goddamned daughter.”
“I remember that shit,” said Blue. “You beatin’ that motherfucker to a goddamn pulp just as the boys and I rolled up after makin’ that gun drop in Clearwater. Tiny and Styx fuckin’ lost their goddamn minds, keelin’ over in laughter and shit when they saw you smokin’ a joint over that asshole as he tried crawlin’ away.” He laughed.
“Yeah... The bitch with the info inside saw me fuckin’ him up. Said she drove past here on the way to some job or some shit in the area.”
“And it didn’t freak her out?”
River shook his head. “She didn’t realize why I was fuckin’ him up, and I bullshit my way through it to keep from tellin’ her the truth about it. But she also didn’t seem to care all that much either way.”
“And why is that? She the kinda bitch that gets turned on by shit like that? ‘Cause if she’s worth fuckin’, I can find a motherfucker’s ass to beat right this fuckin’ instant.”
“I didn’t say one goddamn word about that shit turnin’ her the fuck on, asshole. Seein’ me fuck that prick up showed her that I have power and strength. She claims it’s the kinda shit she needs to keep her safe, which is why she showed the fuck up here in the first goddamn place.”
Blue leaned away from him and sighed. “Okay, help me out ‘cause I’m still not understandin’ any of this shit, Riv.”
“Ricky Fontaine fucked her up.”
“Yeah, you said that shit--”
“He also got her knocked the fuck up. You remember lookin’ beneath her dress and seein’ that dried blood? Shit didn’t just come from a goddamn gash he made on her fuckin’ thigh.”
“Well hell, I figured as much, but, he got her fuckin’ pregnant? So she’s got a fuckin’ kid with this sick freak?”
“Yep.”
“How the fuck old?”
“Eight, motherfucker!” replied an incensed River. “Eight! The kid is eight goddamn years old. Same length of time since this shit first happened. Jesus.” He dropped his hands inside his pockets and sighed in the form of a groan. “Son of a bitch is apparently gettin’ out soon and she’s claimin’ to need our help to keep her and her kid out of sight of him.”
“Hm. So this is some give and take kinda shit.” He paused. “Why the fuck would she come here insteada goin’ to the goddamn cops and tellin’ ‘em all this shit first? Not that I’m one for invitin’ those fuckers in, but--”
“I’m not either, asshole, you already know that. But she says she’s been to the cops and those goddamn pigs in suits won’t fuckin’ help her. The FBI’s on this motherfucker’s payroll and we know from personal experience that this sick fucker’s got people in random ass areas all over the goddamn state and beyond it. I’d be surprised as shit if she didn’t have more motherfucker’s tailin’ her despite her thinkin’ she got rid of maybe one or two with some fuckin’ mini stun gun she’s probably got rattlin’ around inside that goddamn purse.”
Blue arched his brows high on his forehead. “Bitch is carryin’ a stun gun t
oo?” He chuckled. “More and fuckin’ more she’s soundin’ just like my kinda bitch.”
“Motherfucker, will you stop thinkin’ with your goddamn dick for just two seconds, please?”
“Alright, alright, alright,” he said with a laugh. “So what’d you fuckin’ tell her?”
River ripped his hands from his pockets and sauntered around Blue’s bike. He leaned back on a table on the other side of the garage and crossed his arms over his chest. “I told her that in order to give her the kinda help she’s lookin’ for, and to get the kind that we need for this club, she and her kid would have to get the fuck outta Tampa and move to Crescent Beach tonight. We can’t do shit for ‘em if they’re too fuckin’ far away.”
“We?” Blue made a face. “And she’s agreed to that shit?”
“She’s thinkin’ it over or some shit, I guess, inside.”
“Well where the fuck are you plannin’ on puttin’ her up?”
“Inside the club.”
“What club?”
“HERE, motherfucker. THIS goddamn club, ours.”
“What?” He stood up from his bike. “You’re puttin’ a bitch and her kid in the same place where club whores parade in and out showin’ their tits for us to grab onto and suck whenever the fuck we choose and please, and where motherfucker’s like me get sucked off out in the goddamn open unless we’re on fuckin’ lockdown? Does she know all this shit? I mean does she know this ain’t some kinda goddamn church playground? Least not the kind I’m sure she’d be used to attendin’.”
“She knows.”
“And she’s still inside just thinkin’ this shit over?” he asked. River remained silent. “Jesus Christ, you must have one helluva goddamn Midas touch when it comes to these bitches, Riv. And she must be a realllll special kinda bitch for you to even agree to this shit in the first goddamn place without even talkin’ to the rest of us first. Addin’ in all this ‘we’ shit before you even know where the fuck ‘we’ all stand on it--”
“She’s got information on shit that can dig us outta the goddamn grave, asshole,” spat River. “The entire club as a fuckin’ whole could thrive again with her help and what she knows, just like I said. I think that’s a fuck of a lot more important than how the fuck you motherfuckers are gonna feel about her bein’ here every goddamn day.”
