While I’m not sure many like this attribute of mine, I find it’s easier to simply keep shit real. Life is too short to dick with being fake at any level.
It’s not long before the drinks are stacking up and the music gets turned up a couple of notches. Some of the guys are playing pool. There is a dart tournament in the other side, and a few of the ol’ ladies dancing in the open area. The barflies hang on the brother’s they hope to bang tonight or off to the side of the bar waiting to get noticed. The atmosphere is relaxed like we usually have it on a Friday night. Hang out, have a few drinks, crash here, or go home, it’s family time. Another weekend with the club. I’ll relax for a bit more without drinking and then head home.
Movement coming towards us gets my focus. Dove has a barfly wrapped around him like a damn Koala bear. His shirt and cut are off, tossed God knows where around the clubhouse while her skirt does nothing to hide her bare ass as she grinds against his stomach. Carelessly they bump into our table before he finally reaches his destination with her back to the wall.
Honey rolls her eyes as Dove pins the barfly to the wall while she unzips his pants pulling them down over his ass. I want to smack him upside the head. I’m not against a brother getting laid, but I swear Dove thinks clothing is optional everywhere. Sometimes I think he finds a public indecency charge might be worth it to stroll around naked everywhere he goes.
“Dammit Dove, I’ve seen your ass more than I ever wanted to. Why can’t you take this shit somewhere else?” I mutter turning away to focus on Honey once again.
“Dove,” Honey calls out to my brother, “I think I’ve seen your naked ass more than my son’s and I had to change his fuckin’ diaper. Can’t you, I don’t know, get a room? Damn.”
Turning her attention back to me, she shakes her head, “how can you guys be like this?”
I lift the cup of water to my lips the prospect dropped not long ago. Knowing I’m going to ride home in about an hour I cut off the beer and switched to water. The cold liquid runs down my throat as I explain this shit to Honey knowing she won’t like the answer. “Sometimes, Honey, a hole is a hole. Release is just release. Sometimes the day-to-day shit gets wound up tight in a man’s mind. We don’t think, we simply do, and the caveman inside says have sex. It’s natural.”
She laughs, “that is the dumbest and possibly the most real shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Women, y’all are the fairer sex. It ain’t because you are inferior or not as capable. Shit, women like you, Honey, God broke the damn mold you’re so fucking strong. But emotions, they will hold you back. It’s okay for sex to be sex. Not everything needs to be love.”
“I get that. I loved once. No need to do that again.”
I lean forward on the table, “now that’s my girl. Check the emotions at the first hello. Bang when the urge hits and go about the day or night. Keep shit simple. No complications.”
She laughs, “Raff, it’s not that simple. But I damn sure wish it was.”
“It’s only as complicated as you make it, Honey.”
She smirks, “one day a woman is gonna come along and complicate everything for you, Dean.”
I grab my heart in mock pain, “you wound me at the insinuation I can keep a broad for more than a night.”
Her eyes lock to mine, “you don’t give many a chance to see behind the Riffraff to the man who I am sure can give a woman his all.”
Two
Josie
I never imagined raising Justice alone. Yet now I never want to share him again.
* * *
“Sampson County, Josie Schneider,” I answer the phone on my desk as I drop my purse in my bottom drawer. I literally got through the door with the damn phone already ringing.
This is definitely not how I wanted to start my Monday. I haven’t even had the first sip of my coffee yet. Sometimes this is how it goes, though, and I’m not caught off guard, just annoyed.
“Hey Puppet, good to see you made it to work safely.”
At his voice, my veins run cold. This isn’t supposed to be happening.
“Brett, I really don’t have time for this.” I admit while wondering how he knows the exact moment I walked in. A chill runs up my spine because I have an idea. How much longer can I exist in this chaos with him?
Is he outside? Will he make a scene? He has made plenty of those in the past. There is no reason for him to keep popping up in my life. How can I get him to stop? This is insane. I have tried everything, and he won’t leave me alone.
“It’s good to know you’re okay, Puppet.”
“I’m fine, Brett. I told you over and over, I’m fine.”
“Over,” he laughs manically, “you love that word don’t you, Puppet.”
