by E. C. Land
Now years later he's still my rock, always has been. Mom took off when I was three saying she couldn't handle being a mother when all she wanted to do was party like all her friends were doing. She left us high and dry, but that didn’t bug me and Pops none. It was for the best. From what I can remember she was a shit mom as it was. I can remember as a kid always seeing Pops do shit for me while she sat on her ass. When he would be out working, she would completely ignore that I was there. Pops took on everything while prospecting for the club at eighteen. They became our family real quick and helped raise me.
"Yo, Pops, what's going on?" I answer with my usual greeting to him.
"What, you ain't missing your Pops yet?" He chuckles into the phone. I can hear that shit-eating grin of his through the receiver.
"Naw not yet. Pops it's only been two days and it's been a hell of two days at that. Shit here isn’t what I expected," I tell him, making my way towards the offices that we just finished setting up, thinking that might be where I’ll find Twister. He had mentioned something about organizing his shit. Twister and I decided to make sure we had separate offices when we were making plans on where shit was supposed to go. We both needed our own space to get shit done, like cargo slips to reconcile shipments from the Russians. I'll have to get that finished once we get everything up and running.
I know I don’t need to walk into a shared office and catch his ass fucking some club whore. He has a habit of liking to fuck on his desk. Something about the right leverage.
"How’s that? All you should be focusing on is setting up the new club and finding some local bitches for when you want to get your dick wet. Don’t forget to wrap that shit up. I’m don’t need some kid calling me grandpop. Fuck that shit." He spits out, laughing his old ass of at me. Damn if he don’t know me like the back of his hand; knowing that I was usually fucking any bitch that was hot enough to catch my attention before and after Kenny. The only difference was after Kenny I couldn’t get off unless I pictured her while I fucked some bitch.
Fucking hell, I can’t get that pain in the ass woman out of my damn head. I’m completely fucked where she’s concerned. Pops is the only one who knew back then that I had started seeing someone with the potential to become my ol’ lady. The night she vanished was the night I told him all about her. I had planned to bring her to the family BBQ to meet him the next day.
"Look Pops it's a long story, and I don't fucking know the whole story- but you remember the chick I told you about back in the day that I wanted to make my ol’ lady and she just disappeared out of the blue?" As I bring up Kenny, I realize that I never did tell him her name. Maybe if I did he could have helped me find her sooner.
"Yeah, son I remember. What about her?" He gently grunts it out. Talking about Kenny has always been a sore spot for me. That's my Pops for you. He may be a hardass to everyone including me but he's always there for everyone that he cares about no matter what. That’s why the man fucking earned his patch as Prez of the national charter.
"Well, I fucking found her. And the fucked-up part is we've known where she was this entire time. I didn't know it then, but when we got here I found out she's Twister’s little sister." I tell him as I make my way into my office needing to sit my ass down, wanting to finish this conversation before I go to Twister’s office.
Twister had called church first thing this morning to make plans for our new charter. Besides being the ones to unload the cargo containers when shipments come in. We voted on building a new bike shop, which was unanimous. Thank fuck the brothers all agreed to the shop. I need to be able to get my hands on some engines, whether they were bikes, trucks, or cars. Now with definite plans for Devil’s Bike Garage & Car Repair, I hope we can have it up and running within the next two months. Just need to find the right location for it. Maybe Kenny knows who to talk to about locations. We also discussed where the bordering fence and security cameras should be set in place. Evidently Gadget and Dragon have already made a plan for installing the cameras. They also pulled out the blueprint for the clubhouse to show us the layout of where the best place for the fence would be.
After what seems like minutes but is really only a couple of seconds, Stoney finally speaks up. "Well damn son. Sounds like one fucked up mess you have there. I’ve met Kenny a couple times throughout the years. If I had known she was the woman you told me about, I would have told you. Damn glad you found her again. Does Twister know about any of this?"
""Yeah. I’m heading towards his office to talk with him when you called me. There’s really so much more to explain, but I'll have to do it later when I have time. Right now I need to talk to Twister, then find Kenny so I can finally talk to her."
"Well, why don't you tell me later when I get there? I was calling to tell you and Twister I’m coming down with a couple of the brothers. We have some shit we need to discuss, and it needs to be done in person- if you know what I mean." Just like that Pops becomes Stoney, our Prez. When it comes to club business, he’s not known to take any bullshit. If you fuck with his club then you end up in the ground.
What the fuck is going on?
"Yeah okay. See you when you get here. I'll let Twister and the brothers know y’all are coming. Since you’re coming down already can you bring my fucking truck along? It’s got the last of my shit that's already packed in the bed. You can haul your bike on my trailer." I love my damn truck almost as much as I love my bike. My truck is a fucking beast. I sure as hell didn’t want club whores riding in her. That’s why Burner didn’t bring it down with the everything else this morning.
"Yeah, I'll have one of the prospects drive your truck down. They can haul their bike on that trailer. No way in hell am I not riding my bike. See you tonight." He hangs up on me without another word. Fuck, he knows I don't want some prospect driving my girl. There better not be one fucking scratch marring the paint job or I'm gonna beat the shit out of whoever drives my girl down.
Agitated, I head to Twister’s office finding him sitting exactly where I thought he would be. In his office with some bitch sucking his dick while he has his phone in his hand. He looks up from his phone when he hears me come in. I lift a brow at the smirk I see on his face as he reads whatever is on his phone.
“You about done getting your dick sucked? Need to talk to you about something.”
“Fuckin’ hell this bitch has a hoover for a mouth. Can’t you give me some time before we talk?”
“Nope. Need to talk. It’s important.”
“Missy, go on out of here. You can finish me later.” Twister tells one of the new girls Burner brought down with him. Damn, she’s a looker. Usually my dick would be hard seeing the set of tits on a bitch like her. “Alright. What’s so important?”
“You hear from your sister yet?” I ask. I want to know. I need to know.
"Yep. Kenny finally texted me back little while ago. She’s cooking me dinner tonight. Guess she's feeling guilty about not answering any of my texts last night."
"That's cool. Is she cooking just for you or for everyone? If so you might want to let her know Stoney and a few other brothers are heading this way," I tell him, trying to not let it still bug me that she left the way she did.
"What the fuck? When did Stoney say he was coming? He didn't call me." Twister looked at his phone confused about that information.
"I don't know, but he called to see what I was up to and dropped that bomb on me. I guess he figured he would kill two birds with one stone. He’s having a fucking prospect drive my truck down here and he has some shit to tell us that needs to be done in person." Shrugging, I wonder what he needs to tell us. Must be something serious if he's coming here instead of doing a conference call church meeting. Not a lot of MC’s do them, but because our clubhouses are spread out it happens more than you’d think. It’s going to bug the shit out of me not knowing what he has to say until he gets here.
“I think she’s just planning on just the two of us. We used to have weekly family dinners. She may be tr
ying to restart those now that we’re down here.”
"That’s cool. So, anyways I need to talk to you about some shit and see where your head’s at." Speaking up as I sit across from him, I’m ready to discuss Kenny and hope he doesn't try to kick my ass.
"Alright, let's get to it. Let me start. I already know you were seeing my sister before she moved away. Yes, I was and still am pissed as fuck at the both of you for not telling me. I didn't say anything at the time because honestly didn't feel it was my business. If you guys had wanted anyone to know you would have told me. I was just waiting for you to come to me about it. I didn't say anything since pretty much soon as it started it was over and she was gone." Twister sighs before going on. "I should have said something back then. Maybe I wouldn't have lost time with my sister not being a part of my life."
He shocks the shit out of me as I try to wrap my head around the information he just divulged.
Motherfucking hell!
"What the fuck Prez? How did you know about us back then? I didn't bring her by the club or even tell her I was a part of the club at the time. I had planned to tell her everything that night but wanted to talk to Stoney first. I didn’t even know she was your damn sister.” I stammer it out, forcing past the shock of him knowing about us all this time and not saying shit.
"Brother your bike was at my sister's every night for a week. It didn’t take much to put two and two together. I kinda figured it out for myself." The motherfucker smirks at me. He might be my best friend and Prez, but right now all I can think about is knocking that smirk off his face. He knew and never said shit to me. For weeks after she left, I was an asshole to be around. Hell if I’m honest, I still am. At least not as bad towards the brother’s but anyone else, yeah, I’m a complete ass.
"Dammit Prez. I wish I had just brought her to the club that night, maybe then she wouldn’t have run." Sighing I shake my head at myself.
Twister furrows his brow "Is that the reason why she ran? Because you ditched her for a club party and you didn't want to bring her?" Getting pissed Twister starts to raise his voice at me.
"What the fucking hell you think I look like? I’m not some dumbass that would leave a good woman behind to find some used up pussy to stick my dick it when I could have been with her." I get right in his face, roaring out my frustrations and anger. I can’t believe he accused me of doing something so stupid. The fact that he would think I would hurt someone as beautiful as Kenny pisses me the fuck off. “I fucking love that woman. Have since the first time I laid eyes on her. I knew she was meant to be mine.”
Taking a breath, I sit down in the chair across from him. Then proceed to tell him everything about how I met Kenny. I go on and tell him about that week with her. I leave out the part about taking her virginity and how we had spent that entire day together riding my bike through the mountains, having lunch and then finding a quiet place to just look out on the landscape from the back of the bike while we talked. Told him how I had explained that I had some shit I needed to handle and that I would be over later when I was done. When I got to her place she was gone. The house was dark and her car was missing. I freaked at first thinking she never made it home, so I drove through town looking for her. I don't know what happened to her then, but I want to fucking know now. I was with her for a fucking week, and then she was just gone, vanished into thin air. I will find out what the fuck happened even if it kills me. Last night I told her that I wanted to talk to her about what happened. But she decided to pull a fucking Houdini.
"Sorry man. Didn't mean to piss you off but her being my sister I needed to know the whole story. It bugs the shit out of me that she left like she did. She never would tell me the reason. The infuriating woman holds so much shit in that when she explodes, we all feel it. That time is coming, and I hate to say it but it's gonna be sooner rather than later," Twister apologizes.
"No problem man but just so you know I’m claiming my woman. Should have done it back then. That was my fuck up. She has always belonged to me and I plan on making sure she knows that. The sooner, the better. She will be wearing my ring on her finger and my patch, you can count on that. Just have to get her to agree first." I calm myself down and ask him the important question. "What time is dinner? I’m thinking this needs to be a dinner for three. We need to get to the bottom of this and we're going to have to do that sooner rather than later."
Twister takes his phone out calls Kenny to find out what time dinner would be. Minutes later he's off the phone laughing his ass off.
"What's so amusing?" Needing to know what she said. Wishing I had been able to hear her voice.
"Nothing much. She was just informing me that she's making chops for dinner. She undoubtedly is trying to butter me up. Kenny knows I love my chops, especially the way she fries them. Also asked me to make sure that it was just her and I for dinner." Chuckling as he regains his composure he stands up from behind his desk and informs me she’s cooking now, dinner will be at six and that we don't want to be late. "Guess she will be surprised when we both show for dinner. I know she’ll have enough food. I swear she thinks I eat enough for five men instead of one." Laughing as we make out way out of the office.
Well, she will just have to be surprised when she sees me there for dinner. I’ll make sure she’s my fucking dessert.
Once we have dinner, I'll be making sure she answers all my questions, then she will have my lips on hers with my hands on that body of hers. I think I may need to spank her ass once Twister leaves tonight. It’s time to show her who she fucking belongs to.
Smiling to myself I like that plan. Yeah, I can't fucking wait. Making my way to my bike I’m unable to stop the smile that's on my face as I follow Twister over to my woman's house.
10
Kenny
I decided to swing by the grocery store on the way home to make sure there were plenty of chops and all the fixings I need for making Jerod’s favorite meal. I don’t usually keep a lot of the ingredients I need at the house since it’s just me. Usually I just grab a sandwich or something simple such as a single Stouffer's meal.
Not being the type of person that likes to be in the grocery store, I only go when it’s necessary. I hate dealing with the people that go in there doing all that crazy coupon savings crap. Yeah if it works for you that’s great but couldn’t they make like a law or something to where they can only do that at certain times of the day so people like myself don’t have to put up with them being in the way or taking up time at the cash register.
I do love to cook though it’s not worth the hassle to cook just for myself. So when my brother comes to town I always go all out, making all his favorite dishes. This one is his absolute favorite meal, and I know he doesn’t get it but once or twice a year when I see him. I guess since he’s moved here I’ll be able to cook more often for him. Hopefully he’ll come over to have dinner with me more. I really miss having Jerod around. He used to demand we have weekly dinners when I lived up in Stonewall Mills. With any luck we can start that back up now that he's here.
Once home I rush inside to start getting everything I need prepped and ready. Doesn’t take much to get it cooking once the oil is hot. Soon as the first set of chops are started my phone rings and I look to see it’s my brother.
“Well hello, most loving big brother ever. I hope you have an empty stomach because I’m making you the most delicious meal. I swear my kitchen only ever smells this good when you're around.” I laugh as I continue to butter him up. I’m completely nervous about this whole thing since I plan to tell him everything after dinner. God, just the thought of telling him has my stomach twisted in knots.
“Yeah, Ken my stomach is empty and I’m fucking starved. You better have plenty for seconds.” My brother can eat so much. It’s a good thing I don’t have to cook for him every day. Hell, if I did I’d have to get a second job just to have enough cash to feed him.
“Good thing I’m making plenty. You can take any extras back to the clubhouse for lat
er when you get hangry. You know, when you need a midnight snack.” I barely get the last of that out without bursting into a fit of giggles. Jerod can be a bear if he doesn’t eat.
“Haha yeah okay. What time do you want me there?”
“Dinner will be ready in about an hour so anytime you want really.” Giving a direct time is pointless. Jerod isn’t one to be on time to anything that isn’t club related. However if you tell him when the food will be ready he will be here within the hour to eat said food. I swear that man knows the minute a meal is finished cooking since he usually shows up just as I’m pulling it off the stove.
“Okay, Kenny. I’ll be there shortly. See you then.” He laughs and then hangs up the phone. I start the potatoes and get the green beans going while sautéing the mushrooms to top the chops. Doesn’t take long for these to cook so they’re the last to be done.
My nerves start to take over, dreading bringing up all the memories of that night as I finish up cooking and start cleaning up. The closer it gets to the time Jerod is supposed to be here, the sicker I feel. Maybe I should have done this differently; like maybe we could have gone to a bar or somewhere that involved drinks to spill my guts to him. It would help dull all of the emotions a little bit, I think. I’m so scared that he will flip out on me. I don’t want to see the pain in his face. I know he will think this is all his fault, but it’s not. I know that, but I have to make sure he knows that it was something else. The only person to blame is Flame. All of it sits on his shoulders... Not Twister’s or my own. Even with this knowledge, I still feel dirty. I didn’t want my brother to see that filth that I feel across my skin every single day. But tonight, he will see it and I can’t help but feel the shame from it.
