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“You good?” Holy crosses the room to where I’m still perched on the edge of the couch in his office at the clubhouse after meeting my birth mother. He crouches in front of me, taking my hands in his.
“Mhmm.” I nod.
“Babe, look at me.” I give him my attention. “Tell me what’s going through your mind right now.”
“The thought of being my father drove a man to suicide.” The idea of being my father drove him mad. So mad he took his own life. Its fucked. I wish she’d never told me. I think hearing her rapist was my father would have been easier to digest. I want to hit something. I want to scream.
“No. We aren’t doing that. You aren’t putting any of that shit on you.” He squeezes my hands trying to ground me but any illusions I ever had about my father have been shattered.
So many times I allowed myself to daydream that somewhere out there my father was searching for me. That he wanted me. That one day we’d be reunited. Like some stupid movie or after school special. I knew it would never happen, but I dared to dream. And now I know that it was never possible and never will be.
“You heard her. You were sitting right here.”
“She didn’t mean it that way. You know that. It’s not the way it sounded. Any man would have been lucky to have you for a daughter.”
“It’s a lot to unpack.”
“Yeah, it is. You want to get out of here or head upstairs to my room?”
“Your place. I need air.”
“Whatever you need. Let’s ride out.” He taps my knee and stands.
I accept his offered hand. The wedding reception has turned a lot wilder. The musky, dead skunk ass scent of weed permeates the bar area. The bride and groom are long gone.
“Is it true? You’ve got an Ol’ Lady now?” Some trashy looking bitch with smeared eyeliner leans up on my man and right now I am not the one. I will rip her head off and shove it up her ass.
I shove the whore backwards. “Know you heard him the first time. Yeah, Holy has an Ol’ Lady. So run along. Your services aren’t wanted nor are they needed.”
“Babe. Not necessary to act like that.”
“Really. So, you wouldn’t have a problem if anyone here came up and put a hand to my ass. Gave it a good squeeze. Or asked me to give them a lap dance since that’s what I’m good at?”
“Rein that shit in right now. Don’t show your ass. They fuckin’ know better.”
“Yeah, now so does she.”
“Can’t argue that.”
“Nope. Don’t even try it. You brought me here. Said you claimed me, whatever that means. Now you got me, and I don’t share, Beni. I won’t be your fool. Sitting at home and bake cookies while you fuck your whores. That ain’t me, babe. Never will be.”
“Jesus, you’re going full blown crazy right now, you know that? Seems I need to school you on being a biker babe.”
I snort. “How about the lesson can wait until after...,” I get up in his face close enough for our mouths to touch, “I’ve had a good night’s sleep and a bath.”
“I can handle that.” He grips my hips and brings his lips down on mine.
He kisses me hard and deep with lots of tongue and the tension leaves my body. How does he have such power over me? I lean into him. “Take me for a ride.”
“I can do that.”
We ride off into the night leaving all our worries behind. The open road lays out before us. My soul is tired, but with my arms wrapped around him I feel like maybe I’ll be all right.
**
Holy rents a mint green two-bedroom house with an attached porch outside of city limits. The moment he unlocks the door and flips on an interior light his energy shifts. The carefree nature that he encompassed on the road disappears. A dark cloud forms around him as he mutters the phrase, “what the fuck,” under his breath repeatedly.
I peer over his shoulder to see the cushions of his black leather sectional have been split open and the stuffing ripped out.
Yikes. This can’t be good.
He enters the house slowly, and I creep in keeping close but not too close. I’m expecting steam to blow out of his ears at any moment. His fists tighten and I follow his gaze to the broken screen of the Tv mounted to the wall and it appears that’s only the beginning. The words Fuck You are spray painted in bold red letters on the wall.
“Wow,” I mouth to myself as I look in the kitchen. Plates smashed on the floor. Looks like a jar of spaghetti sauce exploded. There’s even some dripping from the ceiling. “Were you robbed?”
“Nope.”
Then I see the word cheater on another wall.
“Nothing serious, right,” I mutter. “How many women are you fucking?” This is the work of a scorned woman.
Holy is standing with both fists clenched and his eyes closed breathing hard.
“One crazy bitch I never should have touched.”
“Right. So should I check the bedroom or...”
“I’ll see if I can get us a hotel room.”
I nod unsure what to say. What can I say? Sorry you were fucking a clingy, psychotic, bitch.
He pulls his cell phone out and makes some calls.
“Hotel is booked and my room at the clubhouse has been loaned out. I’m sorry. I had no idea that crazy cunt would pull some shit like this.”
I try damn hard not to laugh. “You didn’t know. Obviously.”
“I’ll get a prospect to clean this shit up tomorrow.”
“I can help.”
“No. Fuck no. You aren’t cleaning up her mess. This is on me to make right. I’ll sit her down and get her sorted. Joanie won’t be a problem.”
“No way. You aren’t going near the weirdo. After she did this? She’s liable to stab you in the neck or something.”
“I wasn’t asking your permission, Hazel.”
“Right. Is that another one of your biker world rules or something?” I roll my eyes.
“Now isn’t the time to get cute with me. I’m in a raw fucking mood, and I can’t guarantee I’ll be easy if you piss me off to the point of spanking your ass.”
“Is that a threat or a promise? You keep talking big game of all these things you’re going to do but have yet to deliver. Are you all talk?”
He breathes in deep. His dark eyes flash to mine. “You think I’m all talk? Think I won’t bend you over this couch and take my favorite paddle to your ass till it glows red?”
“Wait. You were serious about the paddle, and you say favorite meaning you own more than one? But this chick wasn’t your sub? Do I look dumb to you?” I wasn’t born yesterday. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the dynamic. I’m going to take his favorite paddle and shove it up his ass.
“I like to be in control in the bedroom and test your limits, but that doesn’t make me a dom, babe. Only means I’m a kinky bastard.”
“And what if I wanted to spank you and test your limits. Tie you up and see how far I can push. You’d be okay with that?”
“I’d give it a go if you needed it, but not tonight. I’m beat.”
“Maybe your bedroom isn’t that bad,” I hedge. The thought of tying him up and having my way with him is hot. Crazy bitch be damned.
He stares down the hallway where she got creative with the spray paint. A broken heart and more Fuck Yous. He’s Mine.
We have completely derailed into crazy town, but I give her credit she’s got style and creative flair.
“How long were you seeing this bitch?”
“Not even a month.”
“And you didn’t see any red flags that she was a bit...” I twirl a finger by my ear. “Cuckoo.”
That earns me a chuckle. He regards me with his handsome smile. I’m irritated, but I want to kiss him right now. He’s infuriatingly sexy. Even when he’s annoying.
The bathroom looks to be untouched. Thank a bitch for small favors, I really want a shower. I’d rather not go to sleep all gross and dirty from all the riding we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours. The bedroom however—the stupid bitch is curled up naked, passed out, clutching an empty liquor bottle.
If it wasn’t for her obnoxious snoring, I’d think she’s dead.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he growls. “Fuck this dumb bitch.” He brings his cell phone back out and punches in a number. “I’ve got a situation.”
I don’t know what to do in this position. Part of me wants to throw her out on her ass or call the cops. Another part of me has sympathy for her. The girl obviously has issues. His dick game has to be out of this world to elicit such a strong reaction after one month.
Holy walks out of the room still talking to someone on his cell phone. I stand awkwardly next to his closet and wait for him to get back. I nudge the whore’s foot and she doesn’t budge.
I don’t want to crawl into his bed after she’s been in it. I can’t help but wonder when the last time was he slept with her.
He returns a few minutes later with a bucket of water.
“Um...you sure you want to soak the bed we’re going to sleep on?”
He puts the bucket down and rubs his chin. “Fuck.”
“Cold shower should do the trick.”
“Right,” he mutters, scooping her into his arms. “Get the light in the bathroom.” He carries her limp body to the shower and puts her in the tub. Her long blonde hair hangs over her tits giving her little modesty.
Ugh. Stupid bitch. I want to smack some sense into her. I hate that she’s here. That she’s fucked him. That he’s having to deal with her at all. Like what else is life going to throw at us today?
Did she really think he’d come home to find his house destroyed and her naked in his bed would forgive it? That he’d be like damn this bitch is crazy best not let her slip away?
“I’ve got Viking coming to pick you up.”
My mouth opens then closes. “Say what?”
“Viking is coming.”
I’m going to choke him. Then her. Or maybe I can get them both at the same time one hand on each of their necks. “You know you’re doing exactly what she wants. Feeding into her bullshit and feeling sorry for her.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what’s it like? I won’t share you. You’re the one who was hellbent on my coming here and because this bitch throws a tantrum, you’re tossing me to the side? Is this what you want? Want me to go fuck up more of your shit to get your attention?”
“You didn’t sign on for this. I just figured you’d rather go crash then have to deal with this.” He starts fiddling with the faucet.
“If this thing between us is something you want to explore then she’s the one who needs to go. You stood up in front of your club to say I was your Ol’ Lady. I don’t know much about biker life, but I do know if you say a woman is yours you don’t push her to the side to take care of your scorned fuck buddy. So choose now, Holy. You gonna play hero to this cunt or are you going to get her out of here and keep your word to me? I’m not going to be at your beck and call. Maybe that’s what you are used to from the women you take to bed, but I don’t take orders. And I sure as fuck won’t compete for your attention. You either want to give it to me or I’ll find someone who does.”
“That a threat? You don’t get your way, so you’ll go fuck someone else that it?”
“Well, you aren’t fucking me.”
The cold water sprays on the bitch. She shrieks and sputters.
Joanie stares at us wide eyed. Her gaze settles on me, and she shoots me an evil glare.
“What the fuck? Why is she here?”
Holy doesn’t answer. Instead, he wraps a towel around her. “Get dried off and dressed so we can talk.”
So they can talk? I stomp back to the living room. Fuck this. Fuck Holy. Soon as Viking pulls up, I’m gone. Nothing serious my ass. He can say whatever he wants but his actions are proving otherwise.
I’m not doing this. I won’t play second to his whatever she is. I stare out the living room window watching for my ride out of here. Maybe he’ll drop me at the bus station, or I can get a plane ticket home. I don’t care as long as it gets me out of here. Away from Holy and this fucked up mess.
Joanie is screaming and crying from the bathroom, but the next thing I know Holy has me bent over the back of the couch jerking my pants along with my underwear down to my knees.
“You wanted my attention, Hazel. You’ve got all eyes on you now, babe.” The palm of his hand curves to my right ass cheek, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Didn’t think I needed to prove a damn thing to you of all people.”
I lose his hand, but his breath is heavy in my ear.
Thwack. He spanks me and I bite my lip. “That what you need?” He spanks me again then kneads the tender flesh with his fingers. Thwack. He repeats the motion. “There’s no competition. No comparison. Not when it’s you up against anyone else. You’ll win out every god damn time, Honey Bee.”
I lose a touch of my attitude thanks to the stinging of my ass. “I don’t want her here,” I confess.
“Think I got that when you threw your tantrum.” He continues to rub my tender ass.
“It wasn’t a tantrum.”
Thwack. “Try again,” he grits in my ear.
“Okay. I got pissed.”
“Showed your ass.”
A motorcycle roars in the distance, signaling Viking’s arrival.
“Go to my room. Strip the bedding. There should be clean sheets in the hall closet to switch out with the dirty, then wait for me there.” He pulls my bottoms back up and the cotton of my undies rubs my stinging ass.
When I turn around that stupid bitch is standing at the edge of the hallway dripping water all over the hardwood flooring gripping a towel to her form.
I smirk as I pass by her, bumping her with my shoulder.
That’s right, bitch. He’s mine. I glare at her artwork on the wall that begs to argue.
She shoots me a sad smile. “He’ll do the same to you. Make you think you’re his world then drop you once he’s gotten bored.”
I try to ignore her warning but deep down I wonder if her words hold any weight.