by Jaci J.
Happy slides his body next to Lil, throwing an arm around her and both dogs jump up, ready to kill Happy. Stupid motherfucker’s about to get ripped to shreds.
“Platz,” Lil says in a soft commanding voice. Just like that, both dogs lay back down. Poor Happy might need to change his pants after that.
Passing the bottle of jack back and forth, we talk. Not about anything in particular. We talk about life, about the club, about the guys. Mostly I talk and she listens. I ask her about herself, but somehow we end up talking about me in the end. I see she’s good at steering the conversation away from herself. She’s smiling at everything I say and her eyes are always on me. I Swear to God, that girl looks right into me. Crazy shit. Her body is turned towards me as she listens to me intently; Like she actually gives a shit about what I'm telling her. She's not interested in the cut, the bike, or the club, unlike every other bitch I usually talk to.
“How did you end up in the club?” she asks me.
“Pops was president of our chapter. I guess it was just supposed to happen,” I say shrugging. “You’re a little biker brat, yeah?” I ask her in return. That makes her laugh.
“Nah, Club Princess.” Happy adds with a grin. That makes her laugh again and I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, somethin' like that. The club is all I've ever known too. As you know, I tried to get away, but the club has a way of holdin' on to you.” Looking at my cut she nods. “You're the new VP then? I knew your Pops. Nice guy.” That motherfucker was never nice. Maybe to her because she has a pussy and is hot as fuck, but he wasn't nice otherwise.
“Yeah, real nice.”
I’m so wrapped up in Lil that I don't notice Low walking over towards us until he's standing right in front of me.
“Hier,” Low rumbles. Both dogs jump up and flank his sides. Damn, little soldiers. Leaning down he kisses Lil's forehead.
“Careful Daddy, especially with my boys,” she says with a smile. Turning to me he nods. Standing up, I get up to follow the Prez. I know the drill. Shaking his head, he actually smiles. I've seen that motherfucker smile a handful of times, usually when it involves money and pussy. Since Lil's come back he smiles all the damn time.
“Nah, you stay. Take Lil home and watch her.” He says with a touch of seriousness. “Don't let anyone near her.” He adds before leaving. Happy doesn't follow him either. I guess it's the three of us tonight …
Before long, Happy's face is buried in some bitch’s tits, along with the rest of the boys who stayed behind. It's getting late and cold so I should probably take Lil home.
“Lil?” Nothing. I know she's next to me, I can feel her leaning against me. “Lil.” Looking over at her, her heads on my shoulder with her eyes closed. Girl fell asleep. Shit. “Come on babe, ya gotta wake up. Gotta take ya home.” Taking the Jack from her hand, I notice we've killed the entire bottle. That's gonna feel good tomorrow.
************
Laying her little ass in bed is easy. Getting her into the truck and belted in was a little harder, even though she weighs nothing. Leaving her was a whole other story. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I can’t help but watch her, make sure she's okay. That's not the only reason I've stuck around watching her. I just can't seem to peel my ass off of her bed and leave her. She's so fucking beautiful. I watch the way her face looks peaceful and serene when she's sleeping. She sighs and rolls into me. Watching her sleep, my cell rings screaming in the silence, damn near startling the fuck out of me. Jesus Christ. Looking at the screen, I see it’s Bubbles. This stupid ass bitch is blowing my phone up again. Crying and whining about loving me or loving her or something equally stupid. Her absence didn't last long. Bitch doesn’t love me and I sure as shit don't love her. She's lucky she got my time and dick, other than that she isn’t worth shit to me.
Silencing it, I shove it back in my pocket. Fuck. Leaning back against the headboard I shove my hands in my hair annoyed with Bubbles. I’m staring at the wall when I feel it. Lil puts her arm over my thigh and pulls herself closer to me. Looking down at her again, she looks happy and content cuddled up next to me. She’s too fucking perfect. Long hair all over the place, sexy fucking lips. What the fuck am I doing here? I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm getting myself in deep shit, but I’m not sure if I can leave her alone. I'm stuck to the spot. I'm just too Goddamn interested. Finally meeting the girl I've always wanted to see with my own two eyes, I thought that if I met her that that would be it. I was wrong.
6
Lil
My head's a little foggy, but not nearly bad enough for drinking an entire bottle of Jack. Stretching my arms above my head, my hands bump into something hard. Looking down I see a long jean clad leg under my cheek. My eyes are following the huge thigh under my head that lead up to a thermal covered stomach and up to Tank's beautiful face. I am practically between his legs, head on one of his thighs, and my body draped over it too. Oh shit, what the hell did I do?
Slapping myself on the forehead, I pray to God I didn't do something stupid last night. Too chicken shit to check with my eyes, I touch my chest. I feel my maxi dress, thank God. Sighing, I relax back a little. That could have been so bad, actually, really fuckin’bad. Sleeping with my dad’s VP would not have gone over well with him or the guys. Sitting myself up I look him over. Lord he is beautiful, so peaceful in sleep. His face is relaxed and he looks at ease. Long lashes fan his cheeks. His face is scruffy and sexy.
He's propped up, fully clothed against the headboard with his arms behind his head. That's gonna hurt when he wakes up. He even has his cut and boots on. Shifting carefully, I pull myself off the bed and I go about removing his boots.
After a long shower, I throw on a pair of comfy boyfriend sweats and a cropped Foghat tee. Checking the bed, I see Tank’s still asleep so I go downstairs, headed for some much needed liquid energy in the kitchen. Making a pot of fresh coffee, I leave it to brew while I check Dad's room. Still gone.
Making two cups of coffee, I carry them back to my room.
“Tank?” I whisper as softly as I can trying not to startle him awake, but I get nothing. He doesn’t move. This man sleeps like a fucking log. Reaching out I touch his arm, “Tank,” I say with a little more force. With a harsh start he damn near jumps off the bed, almost knocking me down. Stumbling back a little, I catch myself before I land on my ass. Well that didn't work, scared the fucking hell out of him and myself.
His eyes are blinking rapidly, searching the room and looking a little lost for a second. “The fuck …” he stammers a little confused. Looking around he looks me up and down, then he finally looks like he understands what’s going on. Letting go of a deep breath he sighs deeply. “Jesus Christ Lil,” he says his voice thick with sleep and a little shaky.
“Sorry,” I tell him. Now I feel bad. I should have let the man sleep. Apparently, he needed it. “I didn't mean to … well I mean … I'm sorry.” I'm a stuttering mess standing here feeling stupid.
He shakes his head and smiles reassuringly. Standing straight, he stretches with his arms over his head. The strain and stretch of muscles in his body tighten. I watch his shirt ride up and see a tattoo across his lower stomach. My thighs clench and I swear my panties get wet.. This man is too damn hot for his, and my, own damn good.
“No it's okay. Sorry I freaked you, just scared the fuckin' hell outta me babe. Not used to being woken up by somebody.”
No one wakes him up? So, he probably makes the whores leave or he leaves the whores so he can sleep alone? Shaking the snarky question out of my head, I hand him the coffee I brought.
“Made it how I drink it.” I tell him in a way of an apology for the possibility of shit coffee.
“How do you drink it?” he asks looking into the cup. His expression is bleak. It's not like I put arsenic in it.
“Black.” I shrug. He chuckles shaking his head in amusement.
“Never met a girl like you, Lil.” His smile is genuine. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
He's not the first guy to tell me that. My high school boyfriend thought that about me too and look how that worked out for him.
Settled at the breakfast bar, Tank watches me cook breakfast. His eyes are tracking my every move. When he watches me I notice he always seems to pay attention to everything. His eyes always taking in everything I do. He's offered to help a few times now, and even though I appreciate his offer, he'd only get in my way.
The rumble of bikes filters in through the back door followed by heavy boots on the back porch. “Where's Tank …” Dad shouts from the door, stopping once he sees him. Looking over at me he offers a tight smile. Shit, that smile is not good. “Let's go. We've got shit to handle.” Without a word Tank stands up. Dad's words leave a sinking feeling in my stomach. He doesn't look happy.
My dad's cell rings, pulling him away for a second. Stepping outside he shouts into it, “the fuck's wrong now?” Yeah, he's definitely pissed.
In a hurried fashion I wrap four pieces of bacon and two sausage links in a pancake. It’s my definition of fast food. I hand one to Tank and he smirks at my little invention. It's not the first time I've made it and it won’t be the last.
“Breakfast on the go, huh? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re tryin’ to get rid of me.” he teases. Walking right up to me he bends down and kisses my cheek, catching me off guard. His scratchy scruff rubs against my cheek and jaw causing me to shiver. “Thanks babe,” he breathes softly, lips barely brushing my ear. I’m covered in goose bumps. Damn. Turning away, he strides out the door without another look and a whole lot of swagger in that walk.
Watching him go, I feel a void settle in. All of sudden the house is big and empty. Sagging onto a stool, I let the silence of the house wash over me. I’ve been left alone. I knew moving back here meant I'd be spending a lot of time alone. My Dad has always been gone a lot. Runs, that's what he calls them. The name doesn't really matter though. What does matter is that he's gone, taking the guys with him and I'm stuck here alone. Before, at least I had my mom, friends, and Old Ladies to spend time with. Now I'm alone. I could spend time with the wives and girlfriends of club members, but they have lives too. The roar of bikes fills the silence until they fade into the distance.
************
Sitting around the club with the girls is nice. After a few days of deathly boredom, I was able to get all the girls together. It took some work, but I was able to round them all up. Good company and good fun. Looking around I can't help but smile at my family, well the ones that are here anyways. The Hell's Disciples consist of thirteen active members, three Prospects, and all of the club members’ Old Ladies and families. My dad, Low, is the President of the Hells Disciples Outlaw Motorcycle Club. He's been President since I was a baby, so he’s going on twenty-three years now, but a member since he was seventeen. He's a hard man, rough and mean at the times he needs to be; A man of few words, but when he does speak, people listen. Dad is educated with a good sense of street smarts.
Dad is a little over six feet tall, short dark hair, a full beard, and green eyes. He's a well-built guy for his age, and Twinks is his club girl.
Twinks has been around in the background for as long as I can remember. Small blonde women with large boobs and larger hair for her small, five foot two inch frame. Lots of makeup, but somehow she manages to pull it off. She's not my mom, but she keeps my dad happy and alive so I deal.
Tiny is the club's Treasurer, handling all the finances. His name is a joke. Tiny is Native- American man pushing three hundred and twenty pounds, and at five-ten, he's a large man width wise. He has a bald head with a long, chest length brown beard that’s either braided or twisted and tan weathered skin. Uncle Tiny is true family, my mom's brother. Aunty Kiki is Tiny's wife. They’ve been together since before my time. Aunty Kiki is a big hearted, ferocious mama bear who loves Gin and me like we were her own. She’s who all the guy's adopted after Mom. She has her wild red hair, Jersey Shore tan, and her animal print clothing from head to toe. Kiki is also a heavy set woman with a few extra curves and I love her dearly.
Gin is Sargent at Arms, the muscle. He's here to keep things in order even though he's usually causing as much trouble as he's deflecting. Gin is Tiny's son, my cousin, although he might as well be my brother. Aunty Kiki isn't his mom, his mom is a women serving life in prison. Gin, or as I like to call him from time to time, Caleb, is a large well-built guy. Very tall, well over six-four, shaved head, tattoos adorning his shiny head along with a good portion of his body covered in tribal art. His lip is pierced three times on one corner. Tan skin with dark brown eyes, he’s a scary looking guy with a big heart. Peaches is Gin's girlfriend and my partner in crime. Latino with dark exotic features, long, wavy black hair, striking green eyes, and plump red lips. She has a curvy, voluptuous body with ass for days. Gin refuses to make her his Old Lady ‘cause's too damn selfish, wanting to fuck with any girl and too damn stupid to realize just how much he needs her.
Peaches has been my best friend since diapers. Her father was a member named Pipes who was killed when we were younger. The club pretty much adopted her even though her aunt legally had custody of her. She spent all her time here with me, with us. She's wild and crazy. Always up for trouble and fun with a larger than life personality.
Another member is Stitch. He's the clubs Road Captain, keeping the guys safe and the ride smooth. Stitch is one of my closest friends. His father is a founding member, Sargent. Stitch and I have been friends since we were young children running around the clubhouse together causing chaos. We've always been close. Stitch is a pretty big guy. Six-two, a whole lot of muscles, long brown hair that’s always in a man bun, and a long chest length beard. He's the really outdoorsy type; A man’s man. Rae, a long time club girl, his mom, died from cancer when we were really young. Cali is Stitches Old Lady. They've been together since high school.
Cali and I have been friends since high school too. It was always her, Peaches, and I against the guys, the three of us against the world. Cali looks like she just left the Playboy mansion. Huge fake tits, tiny waist, bubble butt, and long, tanned legs. Long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She has a small voice, but don't let that fool you. She's as wild and crazy as they come..
Then there is Happy. He is the intelligence for the club. Smart man, that one is. Irish in heritage, Happy is just that, happy. He’s easy going, always cracking jokes, always smiling. Happy is tall and thin with a blonde Mohawk. Colorful tattoos all over, and a pierced eye brow. Mini is his Old Lady. She's pretty new. They got together while I was away. She's a good girl though and keeps Happy … well, happy. Small girl, light brown hair to her shoulders, pretty hazel eyes, nice smile. Average looking, but funny and sweet.
Arms is someone who's been around a long time and is also a founding member. He's always been in my life. He’s a pretty average looking guy who’s quiet and calm. A really thoughtful guy. Short and clean cut gray hair with only a few tattoos hidden under his shirt. He’s always dressed clean and put together. His name comes from his long ass arms. Melli is Arms Old Lady. She's another newbie. Sweet little thing, long, curly strawberry blonde hair. Sweet smile adorned with dimples. Looks like the wholesome girl next door. She works for the local PD, keeping the guys informed. She's kind and thoughtful like Arms.
Leo is a founding member along with my father, Arms and Sargent. He's an older guy with lots of wrinkles. I love the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. They remind me of all his funny jokes and stories. That guy is full of it. Always sharing ridiculous stories that consist of 'I walked ten miles to school in the snow uphill both ways', or how he rigged his bike to run with only a tooth pick and gum. Leo has a long gray beard and long gray hair. Soft blue eyes surrounded by those deep easy wrinkles, lip always full of chew, hand holding a spitter, and a mind full of bullshit stories. You can always find his ass planted at the bar. You need Leo, that's where you'll find him. Mary is Leo’s Old Lady. She too has been around since way before my time. Mary is a large lady,
okay she's huge. Wild white hair, like the Marge Simpson style. She’s a loud mouth biker bitch. Picture Roseanne Conner with the mouth of well … the mouth of a biker. She's pretty abrasive and in your face if you don't know her. She takes a bit of getting used to, but once she warms up to you, she'll love you until death.
Sargent is another founding member who is a long time service member where he served for ten plus years. He's a strict man. Very detailed and to the point. Military style haircut, hard eyes, mouth always in a grim line. Big beer belly due to all the beer he drinks. His son is Stitch.
And then there are the clubs resident bachelors and playboys. We have Crush, who has GQ model looks. He has brown, mussed hair, gold eyes, and white perfect teeth. He’s only got one tattoo on his back and got his name for all the girls who crush on him.
Rampage is a large, scary man. He’s wide and bulky, and will fight anyone, for any reason. If a brick wall gets in his way, he will fight it. Massive fuckin’ temper. He’s had a rough life, but he’s a good man. Despite his scary looks, he’s a nice guy. Lazy as hell, but nice none the less. I’ve known him since I was nine and we’ve always had a brother/sister relationship.
Tags is a sweet southern gentleman with a deep southern drawl that screams cowboy ‘cause he loves his boots and hats. He fishes, hunts, and he has manners coming out his ass. He’s a small guy with buzzed, light brown hair. His name comes from a set of dog tags he wears, along with the ones he has tattooed on his chest. .
Then there is King. The king of all assholes who think they know it all. He’s bossy as hell and if you didn't know better, you'd swear he was the President the way he barks orders. Shoulder length blonde hair and light brown eyes, with tattoos like the rest of the guys. He and I don't care much for one another, but it is what it is..
There are three prospects waiting to be patched in, all at different stages. Prospect Blade, Prospect Jones, and Prospect Kash. Then you have the plethora of club whores and hang arounds that round out our club. This is my family, with the exception of the whores and hang arounds. My family, that consists of big, scary One Percenters and their families. A family I wouldn't change for the world.
