Mike

“Zane should know,” I say.

Daisy raises her head from my chest. “I won’t spill the beans.”

Sweat covers our bodies after another session of rough fucking.

“No, Daisy, he should know. I fucked up. I have to face the consequences.”

“Grandpa Dimitri will chop your head off.”

“But at least I’ll die as a happy man.”

She nods as her hand travels to my cheek. “I know you need this to regain the part of yourself you lost a long time ago.” She kisses the angle of my jaw. “You did the right thing. You saved a woman’s life.”

“I put your life at risk. All the family has been in danger because of one saved life.”

“I’m still alive. Happy. Very happy.” She cups my cheek with her tiny palm. “A happy wolf with her wolf husband.”

“I’m no wolf, Daisy.” It hurts me the most that she deserves a true wolf, not the traitor I am.

“You are a wolf. What you did was very wolf-like, very wolf-like in our wolf-like fucked up way.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “Just stay away from Dimitri until everything settles.”

I look straight into her eyes and I fucking know I will be loved. I will be enjoyed and appreciated. I will be cherished and nurtured. Supported. Admired. All these fucking things that have always been unavailable to me. Daisy is all these things and much more. She’s the one. She’s my life. My equal and my anchor. She’ll keep me in check.

The sound of a siren makes me sit up in one motion and I shake Daisy off. “Fuck. The cops.”

I jump out of the bed and slide into my jeans and cut, and then I run out of the caravan. I see about ten police officers dispersing in all directions. I’m sure they’re looking for drugs and illegal guns. Or something that could give them enough evidence to erase this place and lock everyone up.

“What’s going on?” Daisy shrieks behind me.

“Go to the caravan and pretend to be a bored housewife.”

“I know, Mike. I know what to do. Anna Sage and George Sage this time?”

“Yes.”

The calm coating her voice makes me so fucking proud of her. She really knows what to do.

I pull forward and see Thunder and Rebel standing by the wooden fence that encircles their house. Thunder puts his hand on the back of his neck and nods at me. Two cops walk out of the house.

“There’s an unregistered gun,” a female officer says.

“It’s mine,” Thunder says.

Rebel opens his mouth to say something, but Thunder shakes his head and lays his hand on his shoulder.

The officers cuff Thunder as Rebel circles a flowerpot like a lost animal. Thunder nods at me and the cops take him away.

I move closer to Rebel and lean towards him.

“That’s your gun, right?” I say.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Yours.” I shake my head. “You still have to learn a lot, boy.”

I see his hand tremble.

“His heart is weak,” Rebel says in a hoarse voice.

I pat his shoulder. “He’s a tough man. I’ve known the dick for years. He can make it.”

Rebel nods at me and looks straight at my eyes like he’s seeking hope from me.

“Go back to the house and behave yourself,” I say. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

We part and I answer a few questions for a cop. Daisy lies to her like a professional. She can pretend to be a sweet idiot when needed. It’s creepy. I don’t know who my wife is.

The raid ends with two more boys arrested for the possession of marijuana and meth.

Rebel comes over for dinner in the late afternoon. Daisy serves her delicious moussaka, but I see he can’t eat. He looks like some maggots have invaded his stomach.

Envy surges through me. Thunder saw him grow up. Thunder is his dad he cares for. I’m just a fucking pain in the ass for him.

Suddenly the idea of being a dad is very tempting to me. Rebel is a hard case, but deep down he’s a good kid. I want to be his dad.

“Do you like fishing?” I ask.

“Never tried that,” he barks.

“It’s fun,” Daisy says. “I love it.” She lays her hand on his shoulder. “What about going to the lake one day—you, Star, Mike and me? We could spend the whole day there.”

Rebel nods. “Sounds like fun. I’ll think about it.”

We finish eating. Rebel tidies up. Daisy packs some food for him into a plastic container and we say our goodbyes.

I grab her hand and pull her to our bedroom. “I didn’t know you could fish.”

“I have no fucking idea how to fish.” She stops and looks at me like a scared five-year-old.

“But you can lie like a professional. Good to know.” I smack her ass.

She squeals and covers her bottom with her hands.

I bunch her wrists and bend her elbows behind her back. “You’ve been naughty, Daisy.” I turn her, bend her over the desk and smack her ass again.

My throbbing dick forms a bulge in my jeans. I lower her jeans and panties and they wrap around her ankles.

I smack her ass and she whimpers. Her ass cheek is red.

“Good girls shouldn’t lie, Daisy.”

I open my trousers and drive my cock into her heat, balls deep. She mewls and wiggles, but that only makes me more insane.

I tumble her down so she’s on all fours, and I kneel behind her, restraining her wrists. Her ass looks delicious. I remove my belt and wind it around her wrists.

Then I plough her. She whimpers as her muscles tense up and her body rocks back and forth.

“Tell me to punish you,” I rasp.

“Punish me, please.”

My inner animal growls in excitement. Elemental hunger takes possession of my mind and body. I pull out and push my cock into her tight hole. I bury myself inside her ass to the root in one thrust. She cries out and stiffens as I stop moving, waiting for her body to accommodate me.

Her heat and tightness bring me to the brink.

“Say you love my cock in your ass, Daisy.”

“I love your cock in my ass,” she murmurs. “Fuck me, please.”

I pull her hair together and wind it around my fist. I fuck her until we both tremble in satisfaction.

***

Thunder spends two months in jail before I can use the money deposited in my secret bank account and the cops release him on bail.

He dies of a heart attack two months later.

Daisy

It’s raining. My clothes are drenched. My soul is all mist and sadness. A cloud of vapour leaves my mouth as the cold droplets prick my face. I’m watching Rebel. Fury blazes in his eyes as he looks down into the grave.

Mike lays his hand on his shoulder. “Time to go.”

Rebel shoves his hand off his shoulder. “Fuck off, old man.”

I stand at Rebel’s other side and hold his hand in mine. “Let’s go.”

We’re the only occupants of the cemetery. All the attendants of the funeral left an hour ago.

“Fuck off,” Rebel growls at me, but our fingers lace together.

“Rebel,” I say. “We bury those left behind and continue to live our fucked up life.”

Rebel grins. “Are you a fucking poet or what?”

“I’m a biker’s daughter and you’re a biker’s son. We live a dangerous life. And everybody knows the risks.”

“This was my gun,” Rebel hisses.

I huff out. “It just happened. This is how we live. You don’t want this life, Rebel? Buy yourself a nice house in the suburbs, sell your bike, put an expensive suit on and live like a law-abiding citizen.”

Rebel’s eyes wander off to somewhere in the distance. “There’s no fucking way.”

“Thunder has never seen a doctor in his life,” Mike says. “He must have known something was wrong with his heart, but he ignored it as usual.”

“Told him to take some pills for his blood pressure,” Rebel says, anger and torment blending in his voice, “but the old man was a stubborn prick.”

“Bikers die on the road. Or the stuff they drink and smoke kills them.” I nod several times. “Such a choice in life.”

“Thunder could have given up drinking. He knew he had a problem.” Mike pats Rebel’s shoulder. “He was my brother, boy, but I would choose differently if I was him.” Mike throws his arm over Rebel’s back. “We’re a team now whether you like it or not.”

There is silence like that when the day is about to dawn—grey, eternal for one second, light filtering into the world in mauve hues.

“Take my house,” Rebel says. “I don’t need it. I’ll take your caravan.”

I squeeze his hand in mine. “Thank you. That’s very generous of you.”

“Fuck off,” he barks and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.