Blade
I’m tired, hungry and worn out. I would have headed out of here already, but since the Elko Prez, Ice, showed up, we’ve been hanging around the clubhouse catching up with the Elko crew. Sitting around for the last few hours, I’ve been observing the guys, looking for possible leads for a rat. This is putting me on edge and in an even worse mood.
Vegas and Dana brought us food after they closed the bar. Looking over at the VP, you can tell that even though they aren’t anything yet, he’s happy with both the food and Dana being here. I lean in and give my woman a kiss that I’m sure I needed more than she did. I need to see another piece of my world that brings me strength and some happiness. Smelling her, feeling her grounds my world, makes it spin a little less chaotically.
We settle into eating a late, or really early, depending on how you look at it, dinner, enjoying the food with no nonsense conversation. Rubbing the skin under her shirt with my thumb, I start to relax. I relax into the feeling of her body touching mine. My thoughts, though, stay focused on my tasks with the club. Taking on this club as my own, and now Alessia, it’s a solace I crave and need. Failing is not an option. I will take these fuckers who are threatening me and my family on. I will protect them with my life. If not for my future, I will be successful for theirs.
Hate pumps through me when I see Tanya walking through the door, strutting her stripper red shoes. Displeasure is replacing the calm I just had. She is a fucking hot woman, always would fuck or suck my cock when I needed it. That fucking cunt rode up here with the crew from Las Vegas. She did that knowing that when I left, I made it clear we were done. Stupid slut thought I would make her used pussy my Ol’ Lady. Tired of my old life, I wanted new shit, better shit for me. Her looks don’t phase me and I’m tired of seeing her ugly, bitchy personality.
Pulling my gun out and blasting her brains on the wall would satisfy me. Fucking club sluts are not a complication I want or need right now when I’m starting to get the shit I want. Tanya is pushing the demon to rise within me. The wicked thought of her dead and decaying corpse is a fantasy I could get hard to. I’m not going to make a scene, hoping she’ll mind her own god damn business. I’ll make sure they take her back to Las Vegas when they leave. That way I don’t have to explain to Alessia why that cunt is here, and why I don’t want her here. Tilting my chin towards the floor, I keep my eyes away from hers. Here’s to hoping the dumb cunt takes a clue.
Alessia’s spine straightens and her muscles tense. And I know that bitch is standing right there. Shit makes me smile, and looking over the table, I see the challenge in Tanya’s face. She thinks my smile is for her. Tanya is so fucking wrong about that. Challenge my woman, bitch. I know Vegas will and can handle her own. If there was ever a time I regretted fucking Tanya, that time would be right now.
“Well, who’s the new bitch on your lap, Blade? I thought you were saving me a spot? I’m here now, so you can find another dick to ride,” Tanya tosses her hand up, dismissing my woman. “That man is mine and has been mine for a while.” Vegas drops her burger, staring Tanya dead in her soulless eyes.
She lowers her voice, crisp and clear, and it’s on. “Let’s clear shit up right now. I don’t know you, so don’t ever feel you can call me a bitch. Don’t you act like a bitch and ruin my dinner, shit is downright fucking rude. Mind your goddamn manners in this clubhouse. And lastly, I don’t pick random dicks to ride for the night. Know who you’re talking to before you open your mouth. You look stupid.” Vegas leans back against my chest waiting on the dumb cunt to leave.
“Honey, you may have him for right now, but they all fuck around. I’ll have his dick again,” she sneers at my woman. I want to grab her by her hair and kick her out myself.
Vegas stands, pulling her keys and phone out of her hoody pocket, handing them to Dana next to her. Leaning over the table, she says to Tanya, “Kick rocks, crazy, I won’t cat fight over a man, but I won’t hesitate to kick a bitch’s ass either.”
I’ve had enough, and the demon is out. Bitch needs to know she’s in my club. Pushing myself out of the chair, I race around the table and stand right next to Tanya, put my gun to her head, cocking the hammer back. The room stops talking, everyone is quiet. Tanya brings her terrified tear-filled face up to me, at least as much as she can with my nine pushing against her skull.
“Dumb cunt, do not come into my club like you are somebody here. You are some trashy ass pussy I used, get that through your skull or my bullet will. The next time you disrespect my Ol’ Lady will be your last. Get the fuck out, and do not come into my club again. Move!” My voice booms across the room.
Damn terrified, stupid pussy takes off crying and twisting her ankle on the way out. Fucking dumb bitch. Sitting back in my chair, I pull Vegas to sit back down with me. I wrap my arm around her waist and hug her back to me where she belongs. On my side, as my Ol’ Lady. Conversations pick back up, men start to move back to what they were doing.
Picking up my whiskey, I slam the rest back and drop the glass down. I turn my head and catch Hawk watching us. Seeing what he just lost has him watching my hand. Staring back at him, I’m thinking I could blow his brains out too. Instead, I feel like playing with the dirty fucker inside of me. A cold stone face filled with dominance slips over my face, my mask. I slip my hand up her shirt. Pinching her nipple hard has her gasping at me. I take her lips punishing her with my rage. She submits to my mood. Hawk glares, not able to stand the sight of her in my hands and takes off down the hall to one of the rooms. Good, motherfucker, message received. What you let go, I took, so fuck off.
Standing, I pull Vegas across the floor to our Church meeting room and slam the door shut. Tank got up and followed us to watch the door. I place my gun on the table right next to us. If someone does get through, they will catch a bullet to the head. Vegas beams with pride and lust at my demonic side. She knows I need her body as much as she needs me claiming her to the club. She pulls her sweatshirt and shirt over her head, leaving her lacy, black bra on. Her hands travel down to her pants unbuckling and pushing them, along with her G-string, to her knees.
Bending her plump ass over the table has me losing my control at the sight of her bare pussy. I stand behind her and pull my own pants down, thrusting my stiff cock in her in one quick move. I slap her ass three times and I know that will hurt her. She’s slick and hot with her lust for me, for my crazy murderous side, claiming her as my bitch. Wrapping her hair in my fist, I pull just enough to arch her more for me. I grab her hip with my other hand, sliding my dick out and slamming it back inside her, punishing her pussy. I punch my dick in and out, releasing my stress with her body.
Every thrust is pushing her body forward and she takes it all for me. She’s arching her ass back into me, excited for more. I feel myself coming inside of my pussy, because yeah, it’s mine, slowly rubbing and caressing it with my dick. I release my strong hold on her hair, running my fingers down the middle of her back. Moving my hand to her front, I rub her clit till she releases her cum on me. On my dick. On my hand. Drawing her back up to me, I turn her head and take her mouth while sticking my fingers back inside her pussy, feeling our releases mix together. Fucking perfect mess.
After we straighten and clean ourselves up, we head back out. I spot my old man at the table I just left and lead Vegas back in that direction by her hand. “I never thought the day would come when I would have missed your ugly ass, yet here I stand happy to see it?” I shrug my shoulders and throw my hand in his direction.
Stryker moves around the table and we give each other a half hug, complete with man back slaps. “Once a little shit, always a little shit. Plus, you look like my ugly ass.”
Seeing Vegas off to my side, he forgets all about me and goes to pick her up in a big hug. “How have you been, Vegas? Where’s your old man at?” He asks her as if they are old friends. Just what the fuck? My old man knows her?
Setting her back down on her feet, she laughs saying back to him, “Papa and Momma took off to my house to crash for the night, but Snake is probably causing problems around here somewhere.” She looks around the room, but is not able to spot him.
“Blade!” Spinning my head to the right, my mom is headed over our way, giving me a hug. “Oh, this is the Alessia you were talking about!” She moves to grab her from my dad. “Hey, sweetie! Oh, Dana is here too. Did Cindy and Katie come too?”
My mom pushes the girls over where hugs and animated conversation are happening. My mom loves these two girls and knows them well. Once again, I feel completely out of the loop here.
Staring at Stryker, I state very calmly compared to how I’m feeling, “Just. What. The. Fuck.” My old man and Spider throw their heads back laughing. I’m going to kill Spider.
Stryker starts to fill me in. “You know all those shopping trips your Mom would go on with the Ol’ ladies from Cali? Meet the Cali Ol’ ladies’ daughters. None of you little fuckers seen them years ago. No way would their fathers parade them around club houses when they were so young. Your Mom and I have known them for years, she was a sweet kid your mom loved. I stopped in Vegas’ bar here and there over the years to check in on her and the girls. When I knew she was ready, I sent you over there to open your shop. At the very least, I knew she could be trusted. You two hooking up? I just guessed she was a good match for you. I knew you needed a woman to watch your back. This life gets lonely as the Prez if you don’t have the right woman to back you up,” he explains as if it’s all just that simple.
I expect this revelation from my old man, but Spider? “Fuck you, Spider, you cock sucking asshole. I’m reading that file now. ‘Get to know her’, you said. ‘Earn her trust’, you said.’ That shit blows, I know enough now. Fuck that getting to know each other. I’m reading that file tomorrow.” Spider knows I’m mad enough to deck his ass.
“Blade,” Stryker says, “Grow the fuck up and quit being a pussy over it. It’s done. Spider didn’t know that we knew her as much as we do. Her father would shoot me himself if I betrayed his trust and talked about her before now. It’s a good thing though, yeah? Your Mom and I trust her like family,” Stryker states while telling me to let the shit go.
Spider leans forward across the table. “Besides, you know I’m right, because you didn’t read her file, she at least respected you or trusted you more for it. You know I’m right. Watching all this drama unfold was just a bonus for the rest of us. She brings out the fun, man. You’ve been a corpse walking around, she’s kickstarted your heart back to life. You’re fucking welcome, too.” Sitting down, I resign to what it is, not really giving a fuck either way.
Ghost heads our way to greet Stryker. “About fucking time some older dicks got here, these young cocks listen to some dude named G-Easy. Sounds like a stripper to me. Had to blow this joint up with the classics, Guns N’ Roses. How was the ride, man?”
Ghost and Stryker start catching up on life. Stryker signals for us to move into the room for Church. For the next twenty minutes, Spider and I spend some time catching Stryker up on what we are current with, what our plans are, showing him the maps and possible routes.
Stryker nods along in agreement. “Tomorrow we’ll have Church, tell all the members that Cuervo is on his way here with Buck’s killer. We’ll torture the little fucker that was stealing from us, pin it on him. Put all these men’s minds to rest that we think this shit is settled. Get our rat laidback and wait for him to make a mistake.”
Ghost listens intently with haunted eyes. The desire to spill blood is evident “Aye, Stryker, we’ll hunt these fuckers down, bring them to their knees one by one when we catch them. No one fucks with the Battle Born brotherhood, no one.”
“Agreed, no more one on one meetings after this. It’s all business as usual,” I agree backing the other Presidents up.
No one says a word after that, knowing this threat is real, but also knowing we kill to keep what is ours. It’s late and we are all ready to deal with this shit later. Heading back out to the main room, we find our women right where we left them.
“Mom, you and Dad take my room, I’ll stay with Vegas at her house.” My mom scrunches her face at me. “What the hell is that look for?”
“Blade, I don’t want to sleep on those sheets, you know what I’m saying.” She leans forward raising her brows at me like I should’ve thought of this. My old man laughs from behind her.
“Mom, I have not had any club bitches in there at all. Besides that, they are new sheets.” She’s shocked at my admission.
“They’re new and you haven’t had any girls in here?” She’s making a damn scene over this.
Axl laughs and takes pity on my mom. “No, Moxie, our boy here was saving himself for Vegas since we moved up here. Now that he has her, they’ve been fucking at her house, so you’re good.” That was fucking cool telling my Mom that. I roll my eyes and shake my head at his dumb ass.
“No worries, Moxie, we can christen his bed for him. Move that ass, woman, your man is tired and wants his woman.” My old man leans over kissing my mom on the lips and rubbing her ass. That has me turning my head toward Vegas and Dana who are both openly watching my parents along with Spider.
“God, they are so sweet,” Vegas says quietly to Dana.
“I know, I want what they have. Sexy and strong.” They both sigh in sync together.
Spider leans in telling them both, “Moxie is a MILF, man. Damn, has been since we were kids.”
Stryker snaps his attention to Spider, “My MILF, fucker, keep your eyes on a woman you can fuck without catching a bullet to your head.”
“Sound advice, Stryker, on my way to find my own pussy.” Spider heads off to a group of club bitches.
“Blade, we’ll haul your equipment to the shop at eight tomorrow. Go grab your shit from your room, a couple days’ worth,” my sly old man says. He knows that any excuse I have to stay in Vegas’ bed, I’ll take it.
Grabbing a bag and a week’s worth of clothes and other crap, I head out. I hug my Mom while she and Vegas make plans to hang out tomorrow. Vegas makes her promise to stay for Halloween with her devilish smile. My Mom is excited as Stryker leads her down the hall, telling her they’d talk tomorrow.
Vegas and I walk out to her Tahoe, and she hands me her keys as she yawns and sits in the passenger seat. Driving us to her place feels comfortable, as if we have done this a hundred times already.
“Alessia, that slutty ass bitch, Tanya, from earlier…” I pause lost in what to say or explain about who or what she is.
“Blade, I for real do not want to talk about that un-classy bitch, ever. I get what the men do at the clubhouse, have seen it and lived it. I get it, getting easy bitches was what you did for a while. I really don’t want to talk about her or any other ones. As long as you keep yourself real to me, no need to know all the details. Besides that, do you want to hear about all the dicks I had before you?”, she questions me in a mocking voice.
“Fuck, no!” Now I’m wondering how many guys she’s fucked. That just pisses me off more, thinking of other men touching her.
“Don’t go there, Blade, no good will come from knowing all those details. What matters is the future.” Alessia stops and turns to me. “What we are together, what we can be together, no one has had from either of us. That’s what I want, something unique and beautiful. Strong and withstanding.
Grabbing Alessia’s hand from her lap, I raise it to my lips, kissing the back of it. “I want all of those things too, I want to be the thorns on your roses for you,” Setting our hands in my lap, I squeeze her hand and continue, “Protect you from the world. I want to be the man to protect your heart.”
Alessia closes her shining deep blue eyes swallowing back her fears. Breathes in and out and squeezes my hand back.