He showed me how to check the tire pressure, the fluids, the battery, all the lights, and everything else that needed to be checked. Once he was sure I knew where everything was and that the tires and levels were good, he told me to get back on.
“Start it up again.”
I turned it on again, and my insides vibrated. I hung on to Kane’s every word as he told me what to do next.
“Are you ready to try and go down the street a little? You can go slow, and I’ll be right beside you.”
I was excited but also scared because the bike was heavy, and it was Kane’s baby. I didn’t want to cause any damage to it.
“I think so.”
“You can’t think, Munch. You have to be sure. You are in control.”
I straightened my back and squared my shoulders.
“I’m ready to make this bike my bitch.”
Kane laughed, then softly kissed my lips.
“Not too fast, baby. I can’t have you or my bike getting hurt.”
“I’m ready.”
Kane held on to the bike as I made it go. I kept it slow, and Kane was right next to me the whole time. Eventually, we made it to the end of the street, and I was so excited.
“You did so good, Munch.” Kane picked me up and spun me around.
I giggled as he kissed all over my face.
“Watching you on my bike got my dick hard.” He placed me back on my feet, and sure enough, there was a bulge in his pants.
I ran my hand over it, and he closed his eyes.
“How about you drive us back down the street so I can take care of that.” I walked back to the bike and climbed on. “As a matter of fact, I think I want you to fuck me on the bike.”
“Hell yeah.” He climbed on, and I held onto his back as he drove us down the street.
It was a good thing he had a garage because it was the middle of the day, and I was sure his neighbors didn’t want to see us have sex.
The minute the garage door lowered, we were out of our clothes, and I rode him as he sat on the bike’s seat.
I was thankful he made me get up, and thanks to him, I felt so much better.
If someone would have told me a year ago, or even a couple of months ago that I would have had a girlfriend, I would have thought they were crazy. Munch walked into the clubhouse, trying to find her brother’s killer, but she made her way into my heart. Some days I couldn’t believe it, but I wouldn’t change it for nothing. There was no way I was letting another nigga have her. The second thoughts about our age difference had disappeared a while ago. Half of the time, I forgot that there were so many years between us. She was it for me, and once all this shit was over, I was taking her on a vacation. We needed real time with just the two of us.
I couldn’t get over the shady shit Beast had done. A few months ago, he would have been dead the moment I found outwhat he’d done. Now, I had to move more carefully because it wasn’t just about me anymore. I had to make sure I kept Munch safe, and I needed to be around for her.
She’d already lost her brother, and losing me, especially while we are so new, would not be good for her. I’d seen how strong she was, but even the strongest person had their limits.
I needed Beast to tell me himself why he did the shit he did. I wasn’t sure what kind of deal he made with the Disciples, but that shit wasn’t happening. The Vipers weren’t into drugs unless it was some weed, but even with that, we didn’t sell it. If anyone sold drugs outside of the club, that was on them. Everyone knew we didn’t play that shit and not to bring it into the clubhouse or to any of our events. I couldn’t believe Beast was trying to do that shit. He was too old to be trying to be a damn drug dealer anyway. He needed to focus on relaxing and enjoying the years he had left. He and my pops were around the same age, which would put Beast in his sixties. He didn’t have any family, so I guessed that was why he was still on bullshit—he didn’t have anyone to do right for.
When I was younger, he had a wife, but she left him because he couldn’t stop fucking with the women that hung around the clubhouse. She moved out of the state and never looked back. It was a good thing they didn’t have kids together, because she really wanted no parts of him. Him not having anyone would make it much easier for me when I killed him.
I knew I couldn’t move alone, so I called a meeting with only certain members. I wasn’t sure who might have been working with Beast, and I didn’t need any of them tipping him off.
I’d been keeping Munch as close as possible, so the days when she wasn’t at the clubhouse working, she was either at my house or in the tattoo shop with me. She didn’t always stay in the room. Sometimes she would sit out front with Daisy, or she would go into the room with Alex, who was our piercer. I wassurprised when she came into my room with her belly button pierced. I thought the shit was sexy, especially when she showed me the k that dangled from it. I ended up fucking her in my suite in between clients.
“I’m ready,” Munch said as she entered the living room.
