Trey
As we rode, the wind whipped at my hair. The night had been black as anything a few hours ago, but now the sky was streaked faintly with pink and lavender — dawn was coming. My heart hardened in my chest. If we didn’t move quickly, Angel would be lost and gone forever. And our son, Chuckie. If anything happened to him, I’d never be able to forgive myself. Angel was a resourceful girl and I had to hope she’d somehow managed to find a way out of this trap. But Chuckie would hold her back; even though he was strong and skinny for an eight-year-old, I knew he wouldn’t be able to run as fast as a grown man.
I shuddered. The end was coming, no matter how it went down. It was all gonna be over soon. Sensing we were close to the farm, I slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.
Ram and Eric looked at me. “Boss, what’s going on?”
I couldn’t help but feel a small touch of pride when they called me boss, even though I’d stepped down. It was such a tremendous sign of respect and it meant so much to me. Between that and missing Angel and Chuckie, I was feeling more emotional than I had any right to feel as a man. Leader of an MC or no, I was still a man. And my family, my kryptonite, was in danger.
“We gotta park our bikes here,” I said. “If Damien hears us ride up, who knows what he’ll do. You get that, right?”
They both nodded. Together, we wheeled our bikes off the road and covered them with some brush. The forest we were in was dark and dense, and thick with evergreen trees. As soon as we were past the road, it seemed darker than ever. I was almost glad for the early morning light.
Something sharp and fierce hurt my chest, causing me to suck in my breath. I realized what it was: the last time I’d been out at the old Wilson farm, I’d been with Angel. Damien must have known. He must have known all along that we’d gotten back together and he wanted to rub it in my face. It was just like him to be so petty, to be unable to forget the past. I shook my head. I thought I’d had trouble moving on from Angel, but now it seemed like Damien had even more.
He’d always been like this. He’d always had a chip on his shoulder, always felt like the world was out to get him. When Angel smiled at me, I saw sunshine and diamonds sparkling. But when she smiled at Damien, he saw a hot girl who was his ticket out of the world. I shook my head in disgust. I had to believe part of the reason he was attracted to Angel was because of her background. When we’d first gotten together, he’d brought it up almost every chance he got.
“So, that girl is moneyed, huh?” Damien eyed me. He took a long slug of the beer that we’d stolen from his parents’ kitchen before passing me the bottle.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, taking a long swallow and passing the bottle back. It was nearly empty at this point. I wasn’t used to drinking much, and I was already tipsy after sharing the whole six-pack. Damien had been sneaking beer since he was fourteen, but now we were seventeen and I still felt like a little kid next to him.
“The fuck it doesn’t matter,” Damien said. He belched loudly. “You realize if somethin’ bad happens, her parents are gon’ bail her out no matter what. If you marry her, the same thing’ll happen to you.”
I laughed drily. “I doubt that’s ever going to be the case,” I said archly. “You know how much her parents hate me. They’d kill me if I proposed.”
Damien shook his head. “Don’t be such a fuckin’ pussy, man,” he said, passing me another, fresh bottle. “She’s your woman. You gotta take what’s yours.”
I frowned. I didn’t like it when he referred to Angel as “mine,” even though that was how I thought of her sometimes. Our relationship was private, not something for my friends to dissect in front of me. “That ain’t fair,” I said as I stood up and kicked at a clod of dirt. “If I told her I was takin’ her away from her parents, you know that wouldn’t fly.”
Damien gave me a wicked grin. “Well, give them some incentive,” he said. “Break her heart. Then they’ll beg you to come back. They might even pay you off.”
I couldn’t fathom hurting the woman I loved like Damien was suggesting. “That’s too much, dude,” I told him. “Lighten up. You’d get a girlfriend if you quit brooding around like an asshole all the time.”
Damien lit a cigarette and exhaled in my face. “I don’t want just any girl,” he said. “I have fuckin’ standards, man. And let’s face it: you have the finest pussy in town. What does she taste like, by the way?” He crudely licked his lips and I felt a shudder of revulsion. “Tell me she’s sweet, like candy.”
I laughed shortly, trying not to show my discomfort. “I ain’t talking about my girl’s pussy,” I said. “Now cut the shit, Damien.”
He stared at me. “You really don’t know how fuckin’ lucky you are, chump,” Damien said. He took a long pull of beer. “She’s yours and you don’t even question it. Look at her! That ass, those tits. Mmm…I’d be fuckin’ her every single night of the week and making her call me Daddy.”
I turned away. Angel and I hadn’t had sex yet. We’d come close a few times — lots of heavy petting — but no actual fucking yet. I was dying to fuck her. I’d been dying to fuck her since I first saw her, but I knew I had to respect her wishes and wait. After all, she was a virgin. And there was something about the thought of slipping even a finger into her tight little virgin pussy that sent me over the edge. I was worried that when we did fuck, I’d come too soon. And I couldn’t have my girl disappointed. Things had gotten so bad lately that I’d taken to jacking off before we got together, just in case there was a chance. It was like carrying a condom in my pocket: embarrassing, but necessary.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten a taste of that snatch.” Damien looked at me, almost as if reading my mind. “I had no idea you were such a puss, Minter.”
I rolled my eyes. “It ain’t about that,” I said sharply. “It’s about her choice, and I respect that.”
Damien snorted. “You are a fuckin’ faggot, man. You get that? If she were mine…damn!” He trailed off with a loud exclamation. “If she were mine, I’d fuck her every single night until she was beggin’ me to stop. She wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week after a night with ole Damien.”
The feeling of discomfort that had started in my chest was only getting stronger. I couldn’t help but feel like Damien was deliberately trying to make me feel like less of a man, like Angel would eventually get bored with me and move on to someone who would fuck her all the time. Maybe he was right; maybe I was being too soft. Maybe I really needed to push for what I wanted.
That night, when I saw Angel, I told her I’d canceled our dinner plans and we were going on a drive. She flushed with nervousness and my cock stiffened in my jeans as I caught a whiff of her floral perfume. She looked great, too; she was in a pink minidress that was a shade too small for her. As she sat down hard in the seat of my car, her tits bounced. My mouth went dry. I wanted to lick and kiss every inch of her pale, long body.
“I’m so excited to see you tonight,” Angel said softly. She reached out and twined her fingers through mine. I felt another surge of animalistic lust take me over. “I’ve missed you, Trey. Vacation with my parents was so boring. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought about you all the time, Trey.” Her blush deepened to a red and she looked out the window. “I even thought about you at night,” she added softly. “When I was lying in bed.” Blushing deeply, shit bit her plump lower lip.
The erection that sprang up in my jeans was so hard it was painful. For a minute, I thought about pulling the car over and pressing Angel to me, crushing her in a passionate kiss. Make Damien proud. But Angel looked at me with such a guileless, open look and the urge passed. No, I couldn’t force myself, even if there was a chance she would enjoy it. I had to respect her, and her wishes.
Reaching across the seat, I squeezed Angel’s hand. “Let’s go to dinner after all,” I told her, my cock softening in my jeans. “I’m starving.”
Shaking my head, I looked around. All the memories of years ago faded and I was only left with the realization that I was alone with my men in the woods.
“It’s this way,” I said, pointing towards a clearing I could just make out through the trees. “Keep walking. We gotta find the farmhouse before day breaks.”
Eric and Ram followed close behind, trusty as ever. I was so glad they were with me, but part of me felt like facing Damien was something I’d have to do alone. After all, this was a long time coming. A very long time coming, indeed.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I whipped my head to the side. There was a small figure, running fast, and coming towards us. I frowned, trying to make him out. Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. “Chuckie!” I called. “Chuckie, is that you?”
The little figure hurtled towards me and clung to my legs, sobbing loudly.
I could tell he was out of breath and badly dehydrated, but it was Chuckie, all right. Scooping his light frame up in my arms, I looked into my son’s eyes. “Chuckie, what happened?”
Chuckie was sobbing and blubbering against my shirt. His face was wet with tears and snot and as he pressed his small frame against mine, I felt his whole body shaking with fear.
“Chuckie,” I said, as calmly as I could manage. “You need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Try to take a deep breath, okay?”
He looked into my eyes and I saw, even in the darkness, that his irises were the exact same color as mine. A shiver ran through me. It was like it was hitting me for the first time that this kid really was my son. As we locked eyes, Chuckie’s small body relaxed and he took a deep breath. His skin was soaked with sweat and I could tell he’d just had the workout of his little life.
“Mommy’s in danger,” Chuckie said in a rush. “She…she did something to distract the men and I ran away. I ran so fast and I didn’t stop, just like she told me to!” His voice was growing excited and rapid again. “Mommy told me to run and I ran, Trey! You have to hurry! She’s in trouble!”
Fear and panic flared in my heart but I tried not to show that to Chuckie. Poor kid had already had what had to be the scariest day of his life; he didn’t need things getting any direr than they already were. But now I was scared that in saving Chuckie, Angel had gotten herself killed. Damien was a dangerous man and he palled around with equally tough guys — it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine one of them taking Angel out after finding out that Chuckie had escaped.
“Ram! Eric!” The guys jogged over, closing the respectful distance they had maintained to give me some privacy with Chuckie. “We gotta get to the old farm! Hurry!”
“Chuckie, you be good. You stay here, okay?”
Chuckie’s lip trembled and I could tell he was afraid of being left in the dark.
“Chuckie, don’t argue. Be a good boy and stay right here. We’ll be back for you, okay?”
Chuckie let out a small sigh and nodded. I could tell he wanted to argue but after a few seconds, he turned his big scared eyes towards me. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll stay here.”
Turning to my guys, I gave a curt nod with my head. “Come on. Let’s go.”
As we turned towards the old farm and started running, the panic rose in my body like a tidal wave. It could be all over already. She could be dead and cold, and Damien could be waiting to kill me.
“You scared?” Eric’s voice was low and comforting, like the hum of a radiator in an old house.
“Yeah,” I admitted as we ran faster. “I’m fuckin’ terrified.”