My hands fist Carrie’s thick strands as I watch Angel, making sure to mimic that smug look of hers from earlier as her friend gags on my cock. Carrie works over my length as I grip into her chocolate-brown hair, the color similar to another’s and the thought has my balls tightening on the edge of release. I clench my eyes shut and grit my teeth, I won’t come that fast, and not at the thought of her.
As soon as I open my eyes, I find Carrie looking up at me, her blue eyes all wrong but still enough to send me over the edge. It takes everything in me not to moan my sister’s fucking name while Carrie swallows every drop of my release.
Anger courses through me at my own foolish thoughts and I grab her face the second she releases my cock, bending down to look her in the eyes. She smiles up at me and it transforms her features into Genni’s. It’s as if my sister is sitting on the floor, her mouth coated in my cum, and her eyes begging for more.
I let loose a growl and then spit on her face, soaking in the sound of her surprised gasp. I look over at Angel and motion for her to come over. “Clean her face,” I snap. She gets up and looks around the room, trying to find something to clean her friend’s face with. “Use your fucking tongue.” I stand while Angel licks my spit off Carrie’s face, both of them looking up at me, and I breathe a sigh of relief when they look like themselves once more. I grab my belt off the floor and put it on as I stride to the door, swiping my vest off the hook. “Thanks for that,” I call over my shoulder and throw two fifties on the ground. “The new clubhouse will be ready in a few days, come by for a party.”
The door closes behind me with a click and I head back out of the club, shrugging my cut back onto my shoulders. Trevor wasn’t wrong, the crowd is louder and rowdier than usual, and I remind myself to get a few prospects over here for tomorrow night.
Once I’m outside and feeling lighter than I have been in a while, I start up my bike and pull out of the lot, leaving behind the bright pink lights. Without the helmet on my head, I let the breeze flow through my hair, sending it flying behind my head as I breathe in the crisp night air. Things are finally feeling like they might work out.
That’s when I hear the sounds of engines, and slow down to find Barrett and Bear coming toward me on their bikes, flashing their headlights for me to notice them.
“What the fuck do they want?” I growl to myself as I slow down in the middle of the road. My new bike has yet to be opened up on the highway, and these fuckers have crashed my fucking ride.
“Jaeger! President of the Steel Dragons!” Barrett booms as Bear laughs beside them, both of them dropping their kickstands after we’ve pulled off to the side of the road. They’re always together even though Bear is not his Vice, making me wonder if that’s something that bothers Barrett. Does he ever rethink his decision of making Malik VP?
“What’s up?” I ask as I lean forward on the handlebars, my hands folded over the top.
They both get off their bikes and the moment they stand, I feel it. Something is off, they aren’t here for a friendly meeting.
Before I can reach for my piece, they’re both grabbing me and throwing me to the asphalt, my hands and knees breaking the fall as I curse out loud.
“We want our cartel money,” Bear says as he kicks his boot into my ribs, my arms automatically crossing over my chest to protect myself as best as I can.
“I was bringing your cut!” I scream as anger rushes through me at being jumped by a pair of old men.
“Did you hear that, Bear?” Barrett snickers as he bends down to look into my face. “He was bringing us a cut of what is rightfully ours.” His fingers grip the back of my neck as he hauls me up, only to have Bear slam his fist into my cheek.
“We had an agreement!” I bellow right before Bear kicks me in the stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. Barrett grips me tighter as pain flares throughout my torso.
“Nah, we let you talk, like you always do, kid.” Barrett chuckles and drops me to the ground as Bear’s foot connects with my face.
My head explodes with pain and my hands press against my temples as I roll onto my back and look up at the clear night sky, the stars shining as if to taunt me. I should’ve known any deal I made with these fuckers was void the moment they didn’t do as I asked with Genni.
We were back to being enemies.
My groans filter through the quiet night surrounding us as they crouch down over me and search my pockets, finding the two bags of money with little difficulty. Bear laughs and drives his boot into my ribs once more while Barrett lets out a low whistle full of disdain. “You’re a fucking mess, kid.”
Their boots retreat and then their bikes start up, all the while I stare at those fucking stars as my anger begins to boil. Gravel hits my face as they pull out, but I don’t give a shit. They think they’ve won because they have my sister and they’ve taken my cash, but they don’t know shit.
I’m about to declare a true war.
The smell of fresh-cut wood and paint permeates the space as I look around what will be our new clubhouse. A few guys are in here dealing with the finishing touches as I take a tour of the place. Even with scattered paint cans and tools, this place looks cleaner than it ever did before.
My eyes move of their own volition to the Mass sign attached to the door in the corner of the room, the shining metal catching on the new light fixture overhead. My heart skips in my chest as a vision comes over me. I can see it all happening as if I’m standing on the outside looking in.
Vic comes through the door with my father on his right hand side, both laughing as Vic pauses to light a smoke. I’m sitting on the couch watching them, studying them, so I can one day make them proud to have me standing beside them too.
Dad claps Vic on the back and they look at each other with a secretive smile on their faces. They’re so similar to me and Jaeger, or how we used to be. Then they walk into Mass as my father presses his fingers in his mouth and whistles for everyone’s attention, the same way he used to call me and my cousins in for dinner.
My breath catches in my throat as they disappear inside the room and close the door behind them, effectively cutting off the memory as I desperately try to grasp for the remnants as it slips away.
I miss those days. Jaeger and I were inseparable then, neither of us could imagine a single day without seeing each other. Now all I see when I look at him is disgust. Not just for his actions, but mine too. I want to be given the chance to prove myself, I want to change, and it would be for one person, even if she continues to hate me her entire life. I know it’s a long shot, but I have to believe the girl I trained is still in there.
In the same thought, I don’t want to hate Jaeger forever either because I do understand where he’s standing and how he’s feeling. His early childhood was terrifying, and he lived in constant fear of his biological father. Trusting any parent after the abuse he endured would be difficult, and even though Vic proved himself a trustworthy guardian, he still betrayed Jaeger in the end.
I sat in on many discussions of them talking about how Jaeger would be President and I would be his Vice, I am a witness to Vic’s lies. If he wanted to protect his only daughter after finding out his prognosis, all he had to do was ask us. We would’ve bent over backwards for her and Claire alike. I still don’t understand why he wanted Genni to be President. It was almost like he was setting her up for failure.
