Dead Road MC out of Sweetwater, Texas.
Well, shit.
This just got a little more complicated.
Something in me doesn’t feel right leaving Raegan there with that fucker. It’s taking everything in me to not turn my ride around, pick her up caveman style, and toss her on the back of my bike. If I didn’t have to deal with all this shit with the Vipers, that is exactly what I’d be doing right now.
She stood fine as hell in that dress, and when Riot twirled her around, I got a peek of her hot pink thong, man, I thought about taking her right then. My jeans are making my ride back a difficult task. Anytime she’s around I’m a walking hard on.
I’ll let her have her fun tonight but tomorrow when she goes for her run, I plan on laying down the law with her seeing that fucker, or any fucker for that matter.
I was surprised when she told Havoc that they needed to talk and clear the air. I could tell she was sincere about moving forward with their lives and moving away from the past. That’s an entirely other matter that I need to address with him. She and I have this pull to each other, and I know that others probably see and feel it too.
As we pull into the compound we line our bikes up and dismount. I know everyone is ready to unwind for the night, but we need to be watchful. Those fuckers are just waiting for us to turn the other way so that they can take a strike at us again.
“Church, tomorrow at noon!” I yell before anyone gets to the doors of the clubhouse. They all nod before making their way into the building.
“Everything okay, Prez?” Brass comes over and lights a cigarette.
I gave up smoking two years ago, but there are some days when I wish I hadn’t. Today was one of those days. My grandfather who I loved and adored died from lung cancer seven years ago after smoking a pack a day since he was thirteen years old. It was such a terrible way he departed this world, and once I finally got my head out of my ass, I quit cold turkey. Haven’t looked back since. I still have a few cravings but nothing that would make me ruin the two years I’ve built. Until today.
“Yeah, brother. I’m good.”
“I saw that flash in your eye when we flipped a bitch to stop for that woman back there.”
Brass is slightly taller than me, and I’m standing at six three, but he is as broad as a barn. He’s covered in tattoos and has a long, unkempt beard. When he’s mad everyone should run and hide. He’s one of the meanest motherfuckers I’ve ever come into contact in all of my thirty-one years of living. He doesn’t mind telling you what he thinks straight up, whether you want to hear it or not.
“Brass, say what you want to say already.”
“Just want to say that make sure Havoc is on board before you go and announce her as your Ol’ Lady, is all. Family first, brother.”
Ol’ Lady? Is that what I want with Raegan? To be tied down with one woman? Fuck, she could be psycho for all I know. I’ve only gotten a taste of her but, damn, if that’s not enough for me.
“I hear ya, brother. There’s nothing going on right now with Wildcat.”
“Not yet, but there will be soon. I saw the way you watched her with that guy. Hell, everyone saw it. She’s claimed, you just haven’t admitted it out loud yet. Although, Dash probably thinks she’s fair game.”
Dash better keep his dick in his pants when Raegan’s around or he’ll be peeing through a bag for the rest of his life.
“I’m working on it.” I run my fingers through my unruly hair. When did chick talk ever become a thing between Brass and I?
“You need a woman who is going to challenge you and she fits the bill to a T. Trust me, you’ll never be bored with that one.” We both chuckle and I know he’s right. She’s a spitfire and shoots from the hip.
But can I bring her into this world? A world where she could be taken from me like my own mother was. By an enemy because they want to show that they have a bigger dick? Those are the questions that keep playing through my mind when I’m by myself. God, it seems so much easier to just have a club whore than dealing with all this shit.
“I know what you’re thinking, Prez. Tell her and let her decide if this is what she wants. Don’t go making decisions for her, women hate that shit.”
“When did you become so wise?”
“Let’s just say that I didn’t let my girl have a choice and have regrets every day.” I nod letting him get this off his chest. I wonder when that happened? I’ve known Brass for a while now and never knew he had a steady woman before. His women usually come from our strip club, Forbidden.
“She’s different, you know. I’ve never met anyone like her before. She doesn’t give two shits that I’m the president of an MC. It’s like she has this naivety to her, but then has this badass attitude making her ten feet tall. Man, it’s fucking with my head.” I shake my head trying to clear everything. “Then there’s the whole mess that involves Havoc.”
“Just be honest with him. He’s your brother, lay it out there and see where the cards fall. But let him hear it from you and not someone else.” Brass gives me a stern expression.
“And what if he’s against it? What then? What if he wants a go at her again?” I ask my biggest worry out loud. What would I do if that happens? Be miserable and watch them try again or stay away even though they have no chance in hell?
“I doubt he’s under any illusion things will work out for them. We all saw the punch she gave him the other night.” He laughs.
