“You have shitty taste,” I say slowly, not moving a muscle.
Diesel, on the other hand, is squirming and trying not to show it. There’s hatred in his eyes, but he’s clutching that hand as it loses more blood than a man ought to be losing. Not to mention, that’s his right hand I maimed. Best case scenario, it’ll be a long time before he can ride again, much less shoot.
Chainlink’s eyes aren’t just on me, either. I see them flit to Diesel more than once while we all let the situation sink in.
“Get out of here,” Diesel croaks at me, his voice raspy and low. “You’re outgunned. What’s gonna happen now is you’re gonna put that gun down between us, I’m gonna take it from you, and we’re gonna get a nice paycheck out of your buddies back home for you.”
“How sweet, you won’t even kill me,” I say in a dull tone.
“Well now, I wouldn’t kill my own brother-in-law,” he says in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “But I guess I could make sure I don’t have to deal with nieces and nephews before setting up your ransom.”
“Tough words for a man who looks like he’ll need a hand getting up,” I say with emphasis on the word hand.
“Eat shit,” Diesel snaps, his face turning red. “Chainlink, pick a fuckin’ kneecap and teach our friend a lesson.”
“Sure thing, Prez,” Chainlink says cheerfully.
Without missing a beat, he casually swings one of his guns over to aim at Diesel and fires.
Diesel’s eyes go glassy as bullet rips through his skull, they roll back into his head, and his body goes limp on the ground, dead. He never had time to realize he’d been betrayed.
My jaw drops, but I still have another gun trained on me that hasn’t budged. Chainlink’s gaze hasn’t even left me. He doesn’t show a flicker of remorse as Diesel’s body twitches, and I smell the stench of shit in the air.
“Three’s a crowd,” he says with a menacing smile.
“Want to tell me what that was?” I ask cautiously, not convinced I have another turncoat on my hands.
“Smart business move,” Chainlink reports with a smile. “Because you killed Diesel in cold blood when he was willing to negotiate. You sick fuck. Now, you’re my ticket out of here safely, since you fuckers are trigger shy around your own, and then we’re gonna see what you’re worth to Breaker. If the boys don’t want me to tear you to pieces to make an example, that is,” he adds with a bloodthirsty chuckle.
Thump.
Chainlink staggers forward with dazed eyes and a slack jaw as his arms swing wildly. Juliette is standing behind him with the shotgun clutched tight in her hands, eyes wide, having just brought the butt of it down on the back of Chainlink’s head hard.
Chainlink starts to lift his pistol with a dumbfounded grunt, but I’m faster. There’s a single gunshot, and Chainlink falls to the ground as I lower my pistol watching Juliette’s wide eyes.
I rush forward immediately and meet her in a hug, turning her away from her brother’s corpse and leading her back into the kitchen as I feel her fast, heavy breathing in my arms. She’s in shock over what she’s just seen, and she can’t speak as I lead her to the back of the house.
“Hey, hey, stay with me,” I whisper to her as I hold her in the kitchen, but it takes little time for her to start taking deep, careful breaths and turning her dark eyes up to me. She mouths silently a little, holding it together so stunningly well, but I finally see the anger welling up in her eyes.
“That fucking bastard,” she says, shaking her head. “That bastard.”
“Both of them got what they deserved,” I tell her soothingly. “And honey, we just cut the head off the snake. And then some. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead.”
She looks up at me, lips trembling as they form a smile despite how much we’re trying to hold in... and finally, she can’t. She sobs into my chest, and I hold her close...just as I hear the sound of footsteps coming through the front door.
Both of us freeze, even Juliette mid-sob, and I raise my pistol again.
We might have just cut off the head of the snake, but I don’t know who just won this battle.
Juliette
I reach for a kitchen knife nearby as I hear footsteps approaching, but Big Daddy already has his gun out and aimed. I don’t care if Chainlink got up from the dead and comes charging in after us, I’m not about to let a thing come between me and Big Daddy after what just happened in this house.
“Don’t shoot, we won!” I hear Bones’s voice say, and I grin ear to ear as Big Daddy hugs me tight, and the men come striding inside to survey the damage.
I can barely keep up with the next few minutes, I’m so dazed. I know what’s going on--the MC is taking stock. It looks like they won big here, judging by the bikes outside, but Big Daddy gets me out of the house in short order. I’m grateful for that.
Whoever Chainlink killed might not have been my brother, but it sure as hell looked like him.
I’m vaguely aware that Big Daddy has said something to Breaker, and I get the impression we’ve been given the leave to go. The faces are battered, but smiling. They did what they came here to do--they won. We won.
It was hard to think of it outside the context of my brother, though. But then, I’d just think of the face of the woman who escaped today, and I start to multiply that face over, and over, and over again. By the time I’m walking across the lawn to Big Daddy’s bike with him, I can’t shake the sense that no matter whether I could call that man my brother, his death saved a lot of women’s lives and avenged the ones he’s already broken.
I feel that deep down in my gut. There’s just a lot of noise in the way.
“You were brave,” my husband says as he swings his leg onto the bike. “Brash, so don’t ever do something like that again, but brave. Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same thing.”
“We’re on the same wavelength,” I point out in a muted tone with a sad smile.
“You did what needed to be done,” I say. “And you don’t have his blood on your hands. What happened to him was because of the life he led.”
“No, I know that,” I say, nodding and closing my eyes. “In fact, this...it feels kind of like closure. I think I should have buried him a long time ago already.”
He gives me a soft, sincere smile through that hard face.
“Come on,” Big Daddy says in that husky tone, offering me a hand onto his bike with him. “Let’s ride. You don’t have to talk for a while if you don’t want to. I know a good stretch through the plains.”
A lump swells in my throat, and I smile at him softly before taking his hand. I think about it for a moment, but I don’t look back at the house.
There’s nothing for me there anymore.
The road ahead is open and free, and with every mile that Big Daddy takes me, the more I feel the crust and grime of the day’s emotional toll softening. It’s like the wind smooths it out, and I wrap my arms around Big Daddy’s torso lovingly as I breathe in the leather scent of his kutte.
The plains sprawl in every direction as we rocket across them way over the speed limit but nowhere near law enforcement. Out here, it’s just open road and freedom. Damn it, I get the appeal of the biker’s life. I hate that I get it...but I also love it.
It means being a part of Big Daddy’s world, and realizing that we’re feeling the same thing as we roll across the empty space on a couple of rubber wheels might not seem like much in the big picture, but it gives me a whole feeling I don’t think I’m acquainted with yet.
I want to get to know it more with him.
Walking into Big Daddy’s house with him feels like stepping into a dark, comforting dream.
He shuts the door behind us as I turn around and look at him, finally in peace and quiet, finally alone. I’ve never been somewhere at peace with Big Daddy that wasn’t just the eye of the storm at best. I’ve never seen him at peace.
I’ve never seen him like this, as fresh as it is.
Maybe it was all the recent cr
ying making this feel so raw. Fuck, I don’t like to let myself get this sentimental, but I’m way past that when this guy is concerned. I can see his desire in the flare of his nostrils as he steps toward me. I take a few tottering steps back, feeling freeingly vulnerable in his shadow.
I feel his desire pulsing in the darkness as thick as the bulge swelling between his legs. I feel warm as he closes in on me, but I keep walking back, smiling faintly as I lead him into his own living room.
I’m anything but a guide when my thigh bumps the couch leg, and Big Daddy loom over me before slowly bringing his large, rough hands to my face to cup it. I breathe deeply in the still air and focus on nothing but the face looking down on me.
He’s been my captor and my protector. Hell of a way to start a relationship, hell of a way to get married, but I don’t know if I could have careened through the past few weeks with anyone else. I don’t even want to think of what it would have been like riding it out alone. I think about the girl that got away and what might have happened to me.
But then there’s this giant.
He holds me, and I let him draw me closer as I close my eyes and feel butterflies in my stomach at his touch. He turns my face up, and he strokes my lip as I feel color rising in my cheeks.
“I’ve never wanted to need someone,” I say.
“You don’t need me,” he says with a faint smile.
“Oh, I think I do,” I say as the lump rises in my throat again with a faint trace of a smile as my heart pounds for him. “I really do, right now. I...I think you’re a good one,” I say with a smile I can’t hold back. “And I feel good needing you. I feel good wanting you. I feel good loving you,” I breathe, blinking away tears.
His hands slide back to show more of my face in the dim light and look at me, and I can see the shimmer in his own glassy eyes. “For a hard woman, you make me feel something pretty goddamn soft,” he says, making my heart do a somersault as I hold back a laugh. “And if that’s not love, I don’t know what is. I love you with all that’s left of my heart, Juliette.”
He brings his lips to mine, and I feel the stubble brush against my face as my heart pounds so fast I feel lightheaded. The absolute power in his hands is so stunning when I think about how delicately he can handle me.
I let those hands roam down my shoulders, taking their time and feeling their shape before sliding down to do the same to my ass. He moans the moment he feels that, and he starts to grope me more greedily, pushing me down onto the couch behind us.
Love. I just told a biker I loved him. It was funny that thought came to me just now, as I’m getting my clothes stripped off and feeling my skin peppered with kisses from the man I’d trust with my life. Hell, the man I have trusted with my life so many times over...whether I meant to or not.
The feeling of that thick bulge against my thigh electrifies me. Once my shirt is off, he grabs the bra and unhooks it like it’s a minor annoyance in the way. I see the familiar light that flashes through his eyes when he looks at my breasts, and the warmth blossoming through my body makes me aware of how wet I’ve gotten.
There’s a hand wandering around the edge of my pants, too, and that tells me he’s about to be aware of that fact as well. His fingers slide dangerously close to my pussy, and just as I’m waiting for him to make contact, his other hand brushes against my breast and palms it hungrily.
“Fuck,” I let out in a gasp as he gropes my breast and lets me feel how stiff and swollen my nipples have gotten. His thick fingers trace circles around my areola, and a thumb teases the tip of the nipple in such a way that I feel my whole body tingling with warmth as I writhe and squirm under him.
It only takes one wrong squirm to let his hand slide between my legs, and he gets a feel of how wet I am. The grin on his face is downright wicked, and in all the emotional release that today has been, the physical one seizes up and makes itself known under the surface when I see that look on his face.
He slides two fingers to my clit as he brings his face down to my breast, moving his hand away and revealing that swollen, tortured nipple for him to lick his lips at before closing his teeth around it. He’s as delicate as an artist, barely touching me with those sharp teeth, and the feeling it torments me with makes me want to cry out.
I’m already panting, and he’s barely touched me. I can’t say that for long as he starts swirling his fingers around in a small circle, rolling them over my clit. I’m stunned by how close I feel myself already. I’m a bowstring pulled taut, and I want him to shoot me over the moon.
I feel smooth, warm tongue bathe my stiff nipple, and I let out a shuddering whimper that’s dripping with near shame. This feels like a betrayal of some things about my past self. But I don’t feel guilty for it on an existential level. If I do, it’s just a piece of the thought soup scalding my mind while he stirs it with every swirl of his tongue.
I tilt my head back and forth as I try to squirm away from him, but before I can come, he draws his hand away from both my breast and my clit.
I gasp in protest, eyes springing open. He chuckles and winks at me while bringing those two finger to his lips and licking them clean while using his other hand to get my pants open. He pulls them down to reveal my glistening lips, and he has a hungry rumble in his throat as he parts my legs and lowers his face to me.
He doesn’t even tease me. That beast of a face of his buries itself into my pussy, and his nose brushes against my clit hard. I gasp as his hands hold my hips, fingers digging in to get their grip while he uses his nose to tease my already tortured clit. My legs tighten against the couch as he brings his face up to let that massive tongue sweep into me
It licks up the length of my pussy all the way to my clit, where it misses contact by fractions of an inch on the first pass. It leaves me so desperate and wanting that I push my hips up gently, pouting with a soft sigh. One of my hands goes to his head to stroke while the other pushes me up on the couch.
On the second stroke, his tongue brushes my clit, and I moan openly. He dives in, tongue swirling in ways his fingers never could as it envelops the needy button and pushes against it mercilessly. My pussy is on fire, and I need more. Subtle little waves of tension are spreading out through my groin and out through my lower abdomen, and every time he pushes against my clit, I feel him fanning me that much hotter.
It boils over in an almost sudden, surprising crest that takes me off guard and makes me writhe with a sharp cry as my body convulses and comes hard. I squeeze my thighs as hard as I can, but I can barely budge the grip he uses to hold my legs apart and ravish my pussy with attention.
He doesn’t stop at any point. He keeps that steady motion going, relentless, torturing me through the orgasm until he feels me start to come down from it. Just then, he stands up and slides his belt off, pulling out a thick shaft that I’ve missed sorely.
There’s something primal about the way he grabs me, pushes my thighs apart, and presses a hard and fierce kiss to my lips before he slides his cock against my lips and slips it straight into my pussy. I moan hard into the kiss, whimpering and squirming as I feel a glowing wholeness from inside that brings that tension back in a subtle yet powerfully different way.
I feel totally helpless in his hands, letting go of myself at last just long enough to feel that golden pressure swell up into a thick blossom inside me as he ruts and thrusts faster with every inch that he delves into me. Soon, he’s fucking me up to the hilt, and his heavy balls are swinging under me. I can feel their weight in every buck, and I dig my nails into his back as my orgasm pushes its way through to the surface.
I let out a long cry as I feel him start to lose his rhythm and spill over into a crashing orgasm while mine crests like a tidal wave and smashes through my body at the very instant he plasters my depths with a thick, heavy load of seed that pours out in shots that have his mouth open and his face pained.
Pulse after pulse, I watch him as my blood burns and tingles through my whole body. The electric current that sp
reads out through everything so forcefully finally retreats, and I feel myself full of my Daddy, glowing.
My eyes flutter open, and I look up at the man I love.
“If you think that poor excuse for a wedding is going to cut it for my wife,” he promises me. “You’ve got another thing coming.”
“Let’s do it,” I say, feeling the excitement rush through my heart as he lowers his face to mine, peppering me with kisses while still in me, letting out the last few soft pulses of come as my dark savior rocks me in the stillness of the night.
Big Daddy
A week passes by in a flash after that night I poured my heart out to the last person I’d ever expect. We’ve had a lot of business to clean up in the wake of Diesel’s death...but we can already feel the relief in the air.
The town looks nice--nicer than it has in a long time. Maybe longer than I’ve ever seen it. I’ve never been prouder to roll down Main Street with the four of us rolling up toward what has become the fanciest venue in town--our clubhouse. Granted, that bar might not be high in Pine Haven, but the way things are shaping up, it won’t be that way for long.
But it’s home now, even if it didn’t start out that way.
I ride with Breaker leading the pack and the rest of us more or less in even formation alongside and behind him, confidently taking our time on our way to a meeting with our old friend Mayor Hartley. He had finally agreed to play ball after the news spilled out about Diesel. We made a few friends with journalists who’d been poking around at the missing women’s disappearances for a while.
They were more than happy to swap a truckload of intel in exchange for some damn good publicity in the media.
Words are more important than actions, though, and that’s what we’ve been giving the people of Pine Haven since we set up shop here. We used to get uncertain looks when we blazed through town, but now, as we pass shopkeepers and pedestrians out on their daily business, we get a few supportive honks and nods. We’re not the kind of MC that good people fear, we’re an MC for the people. We’re not here to leech off the town, we’ve moved in and built it up.
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