Prologue
Dirty – Age Twenty-Two Years Old
I grunt as I adjust the steering neck bearings on my Harley, ensuring the adjustment nut is tightened just right so I don’t get the death wobble while riding like last time. Sweat drips down my brow, my chest fucking soaked with how hot it is in here, the radio blasting through the speakers and yet peace washes through me like it always does when I’m at Rebel’s Motors, a garage I’ve worked at since I was ten and had a love for fixing things or if my dad explained – breaking things to try and fix them.
The memory of breaking his chainsaw comes to mind, and I smirk as I lean back from the bike and grab my water, my eyes going around the room I’ve spent most of my childhood in.
I fucking love this place which is why I invested my inheritance here. Taking over half of the ownership from theclub, I love to get my hands dirty, hence my road name, Dirty, that, believe it or not, my mother gave me after I wiped oil all over her guest towels. In her defense, they were white, though considering her husband was a grease monkey and a brother, you’d think she’d understand.
I take a few gulps of my water, enjoying the coldness as peace washes over me. Growing up, I always knew I was going to become a brother of the Rebels MC, a motorcycle club I had grown up in and caused plenty of mischief.
I always knew I’d take over here at Rebel’s Motors, and I always knew I was going to become the club's treasurer because I’m fucking good at numbers, while my blood brother Ace, who fucking aced school, hence his road name if Mama ever asks, will become the club's secretary.
He really got it because the fucker is good at acing with the girls and was lucky he didn’t get the road name ‘player’, though if we went down that route, fuck, our mama would have skinned us alive.
I shake my head at the memory of some girl crying this morning as she left his room at the clubhouse, clearly not believing when he told her the night before it was going to be a one and done.
Everything for me, my brother, fuck, even all the club brats I’ve grown up with have been paved out for us. I love the path I was pushed towards because it was already my passion, whereas some brothers, not so much.
Doc, our soon to be pres, my friend who is on his way to medical school to become an ER doctor along with Tank our soon to be enforcer, has had his dad on his back for god knows how long, wanting him to be with the senator’s daughter over some vendetta revenge. He’s always pushed back against his dad despite his need to please the club brothers, while Stone, our soon to be VP is being forced to stay married to his wife, Elise.
She claimed she was pregnant with his child after she saw Trigger had married his long term girlfriend Ashley after she fell pregnant with Cole in high school. Though to be fair, Trigger was always going to marry Ash, the fucker claimed her just before he turned eleven, but he does have a little bit of a wandering eye, clearly wondering if he’s missed out by claiming Ashley at such a young age.
I just hope he doesn’t do something fucking stupid to fuck it up. Ash is a sweetheart and fucking loves him like her life depends on it, and not only that, she got disowned by being with him.
Anyway, Stone is in a loveless marriage and his wife walks around, strutting her stuff like she’s won the lottery while screwing others and Tank, well, fuck, he’s never at the club unless he is required to be there which is fucking weird as fuck but we never question him. He’s there when it counts the most, though it’s clear he only joined the club because of Doc.
So, some brothers are happy with how the shit in our lives have gone, the route our parents wanted us to take, others, not so much. But to be fair, my parents were fucking awesome growing up.
I shake my head as I place my water bottle on the floor just as the music turns down, and I look towards the reception desk expecting it to be my dad only to smirk at the sight before me.
Dolly, wearing the shortest fucking shorts known to man, is looking at me like I’m her next meal and yeah, my dick kind of twitches a little.
Dolly is a clubwhore and not the kind who is cleaning the club house while earning a degree kind – which we have several of and she’s supposed to do to earn her keep – nope, she’s a patch chaser through and through.
She fucking flaunts it and normally, brothers would be put off by her behavior, you know, the jealous girlfriend act whenanother woman shows you interest all because you fucked her. Acting as if she owns you, but she is fucking amazing at giving head, and I prefer it when they’re open and honest, unlike my ex, Cheryl, who was a lying cunt.
Cheryl and I met two years ago, and I didn’t give a shit that she worked at Rebel’s Honeys, the club's strip club. I knew she was just trying to get by, her parents no longer around, no siblings.
She was alone and struggling, and I really fucking thought it was love, I did despite not getting that all-consuming feeling to hold her tightly like Dad said I would get, but fuck, I was young.
I hadn’t been with anyone else before her which yeah, I know is a shocker for a brother to still be a virgin at twenty, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I got girls off, they gave me head like Dolly here who is sauntering over to me as she bites her nail. I never penetrated someone because I grew up around sex, watching brothers fuck around on their old ladies and damn, even watching the old ladies fuck around on the brothers when they didn’t pay them enough attention. I wanted something real, like what my parents have and I thought I had that, or well, I let myself believe I had that.
Cheryl was sweet and docile when we met.
My dad took me to Rebel’s Honeys so I could understand the books, so I was ready to take over the funding for the club and as soon as our eyes connected while she was serving drinks, hers lit up while I was entranced by her beautiful eyes and it wasn’t long before we were making out in the hallway while Dad had a drink at the bar.
She knew I hadn’t fucked anyone else and explained she’d only slept with one guy, that she didn’t want it but felt pressured by loneliness, and that she wanted a life with me.
She fucking played on my heartstrings and the need to find the one I want to spend forever with like a pussy and I fell for it hook, line, and fucking sinker.
I was ready to claim her, thinking her pussy was basically magic, I mean shit, I did give her my virginity so of course my mind was clouded. Until three months ago when I went to pick her up and walked in on her fucking some fucker in the strip club’s back room for extra money, her legs spread above her head as she fake screamed her orgasm while the overweight hairy guy rammed into her continuously, grunting his own pleasure shocking the shit outta me.
Instead of feeling heartbroken, I felt enraged because I realized she was a patch chaser, especially after Conners, the bouncer, admitted she fucks on the regular when I stormed out. Cheryl was hot on my heels begging me to let her explain which was just laughable considering she was still butt ass naked with the guys cum dripping down her thighs and in that moment I had never been happier that I’d always wrapped it up with her which should have said a lot.
A brother doesn’t wrap it up when he wants forever with the girl he sees as his one, he wants to feel her bare and hope to god he knocks her up.
I never had that feeling with Cheryl. The bitch used me plain and simple, and I was blinded, but ever since, I’ve turned into a fuck boy, well, to be fair, I’ve just let Dolly suck me off whenever I want. I haven’t actually fucked another pussy just yet.
