Sharing Britney

by Eden Rose

Bic is hovering over him and he’s shaking his head to tell me that he’s gone. I fall to my knees in agony.

  “You think you can do this shit and get away with it?” The Bear yells at David before taking his gun out to shoot him.

  I don’t even need to watch. I already know that David is going to die and I don’t even care. The only thing I care about is getting out of here.

  FLIP

  Even though I’m fucking beaten to shit, I still participate in the de-branding of this clubhouse. Everything that these fuckers have worked on, I’m tearing it all down.

  Of course, this is after I beat the shit out of Mick and made all of his new bitches watch me do it. Those guys are a bunch of pussies who didn’t even stop me.

  Each time my fist flew into Mick’s face, I looked behind me to see his brothers- his followers. These assholes don’t give two shits about their president because if they did, they would have stopped me.

  “You fake arrest me,” I yell while punching him harder. “You then decide to tie me to a chair to beat me up? What’s the matter? Couldn’t fucking do it with me being free? Did you like it or something?” I demand and punch him again.

  “Wait! Stop!” The Bear orders from behind me.

  I let my tired fist fall and look over to see all of our brothers standing behind me.

  “Mack Truck is dead,” my president says to me with emotion lacing his voice. “David killed him while Britney watched.”

  My knees shake together and I try to hold myself up. It doesn’t work. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth all over again and I realized I have bit through my tongue. I twist my head to the side to spit out the blood.

  Mack Truck died? What the hell happened? The thought of not having him around… It doesn’t feel right. Even though he was pissed off at me about Britney, he was still my brother.

  If David’s not already dead, I’m going to kill him myself. I’m going to fuck up his word to let him know that you can’t do shit like this. And for what? To prove a point? “Where’s David?”

  Slice steps forward with Mack Truck’s cut in his hand. “We have the clean up crew on their way. It’s time to finish these mother fuckers.”

  Mick begins to spout out at the mouth. “You guys are a bunch of pussies.”

  I’ve seen this look on The Bear’s face before and it never ended well. It was the look he gets when he’s ready to kill someone for fucking with the club.

  “Line up all of these little rats. It’s time to show the new prez a little show!”

  Since I’m still hurting and after my exertion of punching the president of this stupid ass club’s face, I walk slowly over to the one that’s standing in front of me. I grab his arm to drag him back towards the line that The Bear requested.

  “Lucifer’s Lair! Brothers, gather around because we are about to watch history in the makin’,” The Bear sing-songs.

  He walks behind the one that I dragged over with his gun cocked. “Each one of these ten heads, represents an injustice these assholes caused. You are to announce what they did and then pull the trigger.”

  “No! Please no!” One of the pussies yell and then try to wiggle out of the line. Rabies yanks him back towards the line with a smirk on his face.

  “I sure love it when the pussies beg. However, I do prefer women.”

  Oh shit!

  “You sold drugs to a pregnant woman,” The Bear states before shooting one bullet into the guy’s head.

  Then it’s my turn and the guy is squirmy- wormy in front of me. “Please. You don’t have to do this, I have a family!”

  And my brother didn’t? “You had my brother killed for no reason,” I shoot him.

  “You traded club secrets to a hitman,” Rabies exclaims before following suit.

  BRITNEY

  Chantal, Jen and I are waiting outside for the guys to come out. Slice wasn’t too pleased that his pregnant woman came here and The Bear growled at Chantal.

  It would have been comical if I didn’t watch Mack Truck die.

  For two years, we played a song and dance where neither of us admitted our feelings for the other. Now it’s too late.

  I begin to rethink every touch he gave me. Every time he smiled at me or told me to get lost. Every memory makes another tear fall down my face following the last one.

  How am I going to explain this to Aidan? His dad is dead and now Mack Truck? He loves Mack Truck!

  Chantal rubs my back in an effort to show me that she cares. It doesn’t work. Nothing soothes me until I see the guys coming out of the warehouse covered in blood.

  Every single one of them are covered in blood head to toe.

  I scan their faces waiting to see Flip. Please, no. I couldn’t fucking deal with it if something happened to him.

  “Come on, come on, come on!” I beg. “Please!”

  I run my hand down my face and look at the faces more clearly. Bic, Rabies, Slice, The Bear…

  All of them except Flip.

  My tears roll down my face harder than before. I squeeze my eyes shut to help stop them but it doesn’t work. All of the stress from today just replays in my mind and I can’t stop it.

  I can’t stop the vision of seeing Mack Truck getting shot. It was supposed to have been me! I was supposed to have been shot, not him. I can’t believe that David shot him instead of me.

  I feel so much guilt that I can’t even swallow it all.

  “There he is!” Jen whoops while shaking my shoulders.

  “What the hell happened to him?” Chantal asks.

  I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes of the tears clearing them so I could see what they were talking about. Didn’t work. I try again.

  Finally, the tears have cleared enough making it easier for me to look at the guys walking out.

  Jen and Chantal go running towards their men leaving me by myself.

  “Flip?” I yell. Please, let him be here.

  That’s when I see him. He’s being held up by a couple of the other brothers and being carried towards me. I don’t wait until they catch me, because I’m running towards him.

  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I whisper over and over again to him.

  Flip’s face is black and blue, his eyes are swollen shut along with his mouth.

  “Shit, Dylan, I’m so sorry. Please say something.”

  “I’m going to kick your ass for being here,” he slurs.

  I hate to say it, but it was exactly what we needed. A smile during all of the darkness.

  The ride back to the clubhouse doesn’t take nearly as long as I feel it should have. We’re bringing the body back of a man that we all cared for. I, of course, cared for him in a different way.

  I wish that we could have worked things out before this happened, and now I will never know. I will never know if he really cared about me or if I was just a piece of ass.

  For myself, I’m going with him caring about me in order to help me. I need to remember that we had some good times even though he broke my heart.

  Flip and I are snuggled together in the back of the van. I have my arms wrapped around his neck trying to make myself know that he’s real.

  By the time we park the car, I’m desperate to get out of it and get inside to take care of Flip and break the news to Aidan. I don’t know how he’s going to take it, but I have tears rolling down my face thinking about it.

  FLIP

  The first night home is not going fucking well. I have Britney crying and Aidan’s walking around like a zombie asking questions about death.

  How can you explain to a little kid why their dad had to die? How do you explain something that you barely understand yourself?

  They broke two of my ribs, cracked my breast plate and my nose. Plus, I have second degree burn from the hot water being poured on my neck.

  Britney and I are in bed when she begins to talk. “I blame myself.”

  I roll over to look at her. I push the hair back from her face hoping that it will soothe her a little. �
��Shh, you didn’t do anything wrong, precious.”

  “Yes, I did. David was supposed to shoot me not him.”

  “Then Aidan would have been an orphan,” I admit truthfully. “If David would have killed you, he would have been shot too. Hell, he knew he was going to die before you even got there.”

  “How do you know?” She whispers with tears lacing her voice.

  I try to lift my other arm to grab her to bring her into me, but it hurts too bad. I settle for having my hand on her stomach. “That’s why he let you live. He let you live because he knew that he was going to be shot anyway. Everything that David had done, he had a reason. You and I both know that.”

  “I can’t believe that he was working for The Plague.”

  I nod my head but then remember we’re in the dark. My eyes are still swollen and the medicine that the doctor had given me is making me tired. “Well, people do stupid shit when they’re desperate.”

  She takes a deep breath making my hand rise with it. “It’s just crazy to me.”

  “I know, baby. I know.”

  Truth is, I’m still fucking pissed off that Mack Truck died. Not only am I going to miss him as a brother, but I’m going to miss him for Britney too.

  “I love you,” I tell her.

  “I love you, too,” she murmurs back.

  *

  A biker’s funeral is the shit of legends. But a Lucifer’s Lair funeral, that’s where the shit is at.

  Since we were the only family he had, we had Mack Truck cremated and we have his ashes in an urn that is proudly displayed.

  “To our fallen brother. You will not be forgotten!” The Bear cheers with a shot glass in the air.

  “Here, here!” We all chant.

  We each take our shot, and then pour another one. The president is the one that pours his shot on the bar top in a sign of remembrance.

  “We will miss you, Mack Truck!” I yell into the crazy crowd that is getting drunk.

  I’m four shots in when I go to find my woman who is sitting on a bar stool with a drink in her hand.

  The past four days since the death of both Mack Truck and David, have been rough on all of us. Especially Britney. Each night, she awakes screaming or she cries even in her sleep. It’s hard for me to watch her go through this, but she has survivor guilt, big time.

  I walk over to her and place my hands around her shoulders. “Come on,” I tell her.

  Even after getting the shit kicked out of me by The Plague, I still don’t feel that bad. The Plague is taken care of and wiped out and so is David. None of them can hurt us anymore.

  She follows behind me as I lead her to my room. I know exactly what she needs even if she doesn’t know yet. The second we get to my room at the clubhouse, I take the ring that I’ve been holding in my pocket this whole time. I proposed to her weeks ago, but I have never given her a ring until now.

  I keep it tucked in my palm so she can’t see it. “I love you, you know that, right?” I ask her.

  Her red hair falls like a curtain around her face. “Yes. I love you, too,” she tells me.

  “We’ve been through some crazy shit since we’ve been officially together and I want you to know that I love everything about you. There’s no easy way to say this, but will you marry me? Again?”

  Britney looks confused for a second. “Huh?”

  I chuckle while I slip the ring on her finger. It’s a snug fit but the beautiful ruby on the gold band looks beautiful on her finger. “A pretty girl like you deserves a real proposal.”

  “Why did you pick now?”

  I get down on my knees in front of her, placing my hands to the back of her thighs hoping to get her to listen to me. “I did it now because I love you and know that you’re blaming yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Yes, I did. Why would you want to marry me? I’m an awful fucking person!”

  I squeeze the back of her thighs. “No, you’re not. You’re a fucking amazing mom. An amazing woman. You didn’t do anything wrong. Stop blaming yourself for this shit.”

  She’s shaking her head back and forth. “No! You don’t understand! That bullet was supposed to be for me.”

  “Thank god it didn’t hit you! Britney, you’re here for a reason. Stop blaming yourself and say you’ll marry me.”

  After about two seconds of her not saying anything, I shake her. “Stop, Brit. You’re here to be with me and to be Aidan. I’m so fucking sorry that this happened to you, but you have to stop.”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  I lift up her little skirt that she’s wearing and stick two of my fingers into the gusset of the thong she’s wearing. The material tears easily and I’m face to face with her pussy.

  She places her hand on my head to stop me from licking her but I fight her. My tongue spears through her pussy lips and lavishes her clit.

  Holy shit! She’s dripping wet right now and it’s all for me. Every drop of pleasure that comes from her body is going to be for me from now.

  “Fuck!” Britney hisses out and rides my mouth like the good girl she is.

  I latch my lips around her clit and suck hard. I then take one of my hands away to unlatch my jeans. I push them down enough for me to have my dick out.

  “I’m going to come! I’m going to come!” She chants.

  I suck her clit harder until she shatters in my mouth with a shriek. Her body shakes from her orgasm but I’m ready to feel her tight pussy around me.

  BRITNEY

  What kind of woman does it make me that I just came at a funeral? A funeral for a man I cared a lot about?

  A terrible fucking one.

  Flip slides down to his ass and drags me down. I balance my body by hugging his hips with my knees. I then impale myself on his dick.

  It’s been a few days since we last had sex, but I can still feel that I have gotten tighter from the lack of use. Or, his dick just got bigger.

  Whichever.

  “Fuck me!” Flip yells with excitement.

  I begin to ride him like my life depended on it. Maybe it did, I don’t know. But I will tell you, that in this moment, even with the world being shitty, I feel whole.

  EPILOGUE:

  RABIES

  There have been three weddings the past month and I’m going to tell you, I’m getting fucking sick and tired of them. All the happy couples and their ooo-ing and aww-ing.

  I hate them.

  Once upon a time, I was one of these happy people until I did something stupid. I was one of these happy people who had the love of a lifetime with a beautiful woman who loved me.

  Loved me for me.

  That was until I went away to combat and came back four years later to find that she had left our hometown. No one knew where she went.

  How does a girl just vanish?

  Fate has a funny way of showing itself when you least expect it.

  I happen to turn on the television during the wedding reception for Brit and Flip when I see the face of the woman who got away.

  Patience Monroe is singing her heart out on national television! What the fucking hell is this shit?

  That was until they turned the camera to capture the little girl sitting on the sidelines watching Patience sing.

  The little girl is the perfect replica of Patience and I.

  I need to find them. I need to know what the hell happened.

  The Lucifer’s Lair MC just chipped the tip of their problems. The Plague and The McSimmons’ Clan are dead but there’s another big problem on the way.

  Rabies is about to come face to face with the girl that got away.

 

 

 
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