Leo
Tonight is for Oak. I don’t have any memories of the guy, he died when I was a year old or something. Well, he was taken and murdered. Every year on this night, the club comes together, drinks too much, talks about the old days and mom sheds tears she doesn’t normally show to anyone outside of our house when thinking of the guy. Luca’s middle name is after him, Luca John Jackson.
I wait outside as brothers start rolling in and wait for India. She had to work at the store again today, so I haven’t seen her since last night.
“Leoooooo,” Mason hollers as he and Myles head my way, both in prospects cuts. Pope must’ve got his way. They have their granddaddies size and muscle and together they are a force to be reckoned with. Tonight, their hair is spiked, and they have their lets-fuck-shit-up faces on. Being identical, it’s mind fucking when they play their tricks on you.
“What’s up boys?”
“We’ve been wondering where you’ve been lately?” Myles says, jumping on the bench and sits on the back.
“I’ve been around,” I say.
“You’re coming to our party tonight, right? After your dad’s speech, of course. We’re celebrating getting the patch, Grumps got us in with your dad,” Myles says. Grumps is what they call Pope instead of Grandpa.
When the twins throw a party, they throw a fucking party. They are young but there’s always trouble, there’s always something that ends up broken and there are always girls crying over the fuckers after they’ve used and abused them. Their parties are crazy just like them. It means Ricky and Kyla must be staying at Pope’s tonight otherwise the party wouldn’t be happening.
“Not tonight, boys. I’ve got somewhere I need to be.”
At that moment, Slade rides through the gates shortly followed by Zach. Kristen drives through in her car, but I don’t see India with her. She said she was coming with her mom, I was going to take her to the cabin on the back of my bike. It would’ve been the first time she’s been with me on my bike and I was looking forward to it.
Before I can pull out my phone to message her, she drives through in her own car. I want to go over and open her door for her, help her out and throw my arm around her and walk into the bar. But I can’t.
Tonight is not the night for Slade to find out I’m fucking his daughter. The old timers are crazy touchy about Oak and it wouldn’t be wise to provoke Slade, it would be like antagonising a wolf during a full moon, if that shit was real.
JJ is still the only one who knows about us, it’s been over a month since she agreed to give me the summer and I’m surprised JJ has actually kept his mouth shut.
She parks up and walks into the bar with her mom and her dad. Zach lingers near his bike alone.
Holding my fist out, the twins each bump their fists to mine and I disappear inside, expecting to see India with Slade and Kristen. She’s not, she’s up the bar. I edge up beside her, thanking the lord it’s busy in here tonight and she shudders at my touch.
“Hey beautiful,” I whisper.
“Shhh, someone might hear you.”
Like I give a fuck.
“Can you still meet me the cabin later?”
It’s starting to become a problem being away from her. It’s been twenty-four hours and it feels like a year.
“My dad is getting suspicious, he keeps asking why my friends don’t come around anymore. I think he’s close to tracking my phone to see where I’m going.”
Fuck and fuck Slade.
“Tomorrow?”
“I’ll try,” she promises.
“Be sure you do,” I grunt, unable to hide my disappointment.
I lean over the bar and nab a bottle of beer, fuck waiting for a prospect and fuck tonight.
The twins are now sat with JJ and Zach arrives at the table at the same time as I do. I pull out a chair too roughly and slam it down in place and take a seat. JJ raises his eyebrow and I ignore him.
I smell her perfume before I see her strut by with her drink and sit beside Luca at the old timers table. My brother is still in the shit house with dad and it’s going to take many more months till he will forget. Jealousy hits me, and I drain my beer. I shouldn’t be jealous because she is next to my brother but I am.
“Hey, JJ, where’s Leo gotta be tonight that he has to miss our party?” Myles asks, the nosey fucker.
My pocket vibrates, and I pull it out to see I have a message from India.
‘Are you angry with me?’
“He’s probably meeting up with his girl,” JJ answers as I ignore them all and reply to India.
‘No. I don’t like not seeing you.’
I look up and watch her read my answer and she looks relieved.
“I’m thinking we should invite India, have you seen her lately?” Mason says, gaining my attention.
“Ever since her birthday, her tops are getting tighter and her skirts shorter. I’m surprised Slade hasn’t locked her away,” Myles pipes in.
My hands curl into fists and my heart beats too furiously to calm down.
“I’m sure we could lock her down into more than a few positions to accommodate us, brother,” Mason laughs, holding his hand up for his twin to slap.
I’m going to rip their faces open soon if they don’t shut their mouths. I don’t care who finds out about us.
“Her body is tight,” Mason continues. “I wonder if anyone’s tapped it yet?” Myles adds.
When I say they do everything together, they literally do everything together. I can’t be sure of the ins and outs of their crazy ass lives, but I do know they lost their virginity to the same girl during a threesome and I’ve only ever heard about Mason fucking someone once when Myles was sick. Apart from that, I’ve never seen them apart.
“How can you sit there and listen to them shit talking about your sister?” I ask Zach.
“They’re nothing but talk, if they try anything, it’ll give me the excuse to kick their asses,” he says, not bothered one bit. He slouches back in his chair and swigs from his bottle of beer.
“You think you can take us both, pretty boy?” Mason barks, finding him amusing.
“I reckon India could take us both, she’d come back for more too,” Myles goads him and I’m about to leap across the table and knock them out myself when Zach has already punched Mason square on the jaw.
Myles is on his feet and barrelling over his twin to get to Zach. They land on the floor in a heap, but Zach is fast. He flips Myles over and pins him down. He gets a quick right hook in before Mason jumps on his back and wraps his arm around his neck. Zack flips him off like he weighs nothing and continues to punch Myles.
I must remember Zach is this quick when the time comes. The old man’s table erupts as Slade and Ricky rush over to their sons. Slade drags Zach off and Ricky grabs hold of the twins’ collars. They could get away but out of respect for their father, they don’t move. Zach however, throws major glare at Slade and shrugs him off.
“What the fuck, Zach?”
“Ask the twins what they want to do to your daughter,” he pants, putting extra emphasis on, your.
What’s his problem with Slade? He storms out leaving Slade watching his back disappear and Ricky slaps the twins around the back of their heads.
“What’s wrong with you two?” he sighs and heads back to his table.
His son’s nose is pouring with blood and I think, broken, but Ricky just walks back to his table.
“If I catch you two anywhere near my daughter, I’ll rip both your fucking heads off,” Slade roars before walking off.
They exchange one of their strange twin silent messages and Mason nods and then follows his brother outside.
JJ and I sit back down to find we’re alone at our table now.
India messages me and I regret opening her text.
‘What do the twins want to do to me?’
I shoot off a quick reply before anyone notices.
‘Forget about them…You should be wondering what I’m going to do to you the next time we’re alone.’
Her reply comes through fast.
‘I’m always wondering what you’re going to do to me.’
Her message hits me straight in the balls and I slide my phone in my pocket.
“The twins are planning something, you might wanna put your claim on her, it’ll be the only way they’ll back off now.”
“It’s too soon, and I’m sure we can stop the twins.”
Plus, I asked India to give me the summer, it doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. She isn’t like most girls I’ve been with. By now, they would’ve been asking to put a label on us, but India hasn’t. It doesn’t sit well that she might go off to college having had enjoyed her summer romance and put me in the past, concentrating on fresh college assholes. Fuck, my gut knots at the thought of anyone who isn’t me touching her. Occasionally I think she’s going to ask for more, but then she takes a deep breath and the moment passes.
A banging comes from the old timers table and the bar hushes down as my dad stands. He casts his eyes over us brothers and a mournful, semi happy, but definitely mournful, gaze sweeps over him.
“It’s been twenty years since this club was hit so bad we are still feeling the repercussions. We wear our scars on our hearts, and our brother Sparky wears his on his face. Our biggest scar who isn’t sat with us tonight is our brother Oak, he was the original Lost Soul who lived and breathed for this club. You’re either a brother who was there, or a brother who has heard the stories over the years, either way, Oak’s legacy is everyone of us, it’s the bricks around us and it’s the foundations that lay under our feet. Every man who wears our patch, dead or alive, here or on the road, are a part of us for eternity. We will never forget.”
He raises his glass of whiskey and places his hand on my mom’s shoulder as she sits beside him. She smiles up at him sadly and raises her own glass.
I wish I knew the guy who I am in shit loads of photos with as a kid. By all counts, he was the heart of this club and it took a long time before it beat properly without him. Hence, why on this night we celebrate him and every brother that has been taken too soon.
“To Oak, to all we miss and to all we will drink with again.”
Brothers become a flurry of movement as they stand and drink, and the prospects run their asses off to make sure glasses never empty.
India whispers in her mom’s ear and then Kristen nods and kisses her cheek. My girl gets up and walks by me, raising her eyebrows as she goes.
No one’s interested in what I’m doing, and I slyly follow her outside and jog to catch her up.
“I was going to message you. My mom said her and dad are staying here tonight, so I was hoping you’d come to mine? I want to have memories of you in my room.”
Fucking yes.
“I’ll meet you there.”
I don’t hesitate to give her my answer. Everyone will think I’ve left for the twin’s party and no one at the party will question too hard where I am, they weren’t expecting me anyway.
My dick is hard the entire ride, and I’m opening her car door before she has the chance to do it herself. I crossed the line when I slept with a brother’s daughter but having intentions to fuck her under his roof is going beyond crossing the line. Even knowing this, I can’t help myself, she has become a drug to me and I will get my fix anywhere and anytime I can, damn the consequences. They will be worth it. She is worth it.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” she asks, as she lets us in.
Shaking my head, I slowly prowl towards her and throw her over my shoulder. As much as I know this is crossing the line, there is an element of being caught that is turning me on.
Her giggle fills the emptiness of the house and she swats my ass as I climb the stairs.
“If you drop me…”
“You’ll what, baby?” I smirk.
“I don’t know,” she giggles, “Please, don’t drop me though.”
“Which room is yours?” I ask when I make it to the top of the stair case.
I remember it’s not the one opposite the bathroom from the last time I was here and helped her make the bed up for the little tramp who took off on Luca.
“The one at the end.”
Her bed is neatly made, and the room is perfectly arranged. A beautiful wooden bed sits under the window and scatter cushions take up half of the mattress.
I throw her down in the middle, the cushions bouncing everywhere, and I climb on top of her.
“Your dad will kill me if he finds me here,” I warn her, you know, just so she knows.
“Leo Jackson, are you saying you need me to protect you?” she giggles, as I drag my lips across her shoulder.
“I’m saying, you better have a nice black dress for my funeral if he comes home. No one will be able to protect me, and I wouldn’t hide behind you,” I growl, as she lifts my t-shirt up and over my head.
“Why did you come over? If you’re so worried you’ll be caught, why did you come?” she breathlessly murmurs, as I rip her skirt up and over her hips.
“Didn’t you hear my father tonight? I’ll always be alive no matter where I am,” I grin, leaning up to unbuckle my belt.
“And here’s me thinking I’m worth the rush of danger,” she smirks.
Every word that just come from her mouth hits me in the balls, hard.
“You’re my biggest rush, India McCarthy, don’t you ever doubt that.”
If this was my last time with her, I wouldn’t change anything. I’d still trace my lips across her stomach and up and over her breasts. I’d still claim her mouth and steal the very air she needs to survive. I’d take everything as she lets me take what I want. I’d still hold her in my arms as our bodies became one in a moment of time that warps around us like a soft cocoon where nothing and no one can touch us. If Slade found us now, I’d die happy as he beat the shit out of me on his daughter’s bedroom floor.
I feel her legs wrap around me, urging me in deeper. She shouldn’t have done that, I can’t stop myself, my body shakes as I climax.
Her whimpers as my body moulds to hers fill my ears and I fucking love it.
“You owe me, I wasn’t finished,” she laughs, closing her eyes and catching her breath.
“Well, never edge me in deeper and I’ll last longer,” I chuckle, and roll off her.
Her bed isn’t that uncomfortable as it goes, and I go to reach for my smokes, until I remember no one smokes in this house.
“Tell me what happened at the club with the twins and my brother,” she’s quick to ask.
I forgot about them, and they’re the last thing I want to think of right now.
“They were being pricks,” I grunt.
“They’re always being pricks, what were they saying?” she pushes.
“They’ve noticed you and wanted to invite you to their party.”
“And that made Zach go hulk on them, why?”
“They were implying they wanted to fuck you and they weren’t shutting up.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” I whisper.
It still makes my blood boil, just thinking about it. I will protect her from every fucker at the club.
“Like they have a chance.”
And thankfully, that’s the end of it. I’ll keep a close eye on them and under no circumstances will they ever get close to her.
It makes me wonder though, what are my chances with her after the summer. I know I don’t want this to end. I haven’t had a steady relationship before, but India makes me want one. “What do you think life was like for our parents when the club was at war with that Danny guy?”
“You’re full of questions tonight.”
We’ve all heard the stories, from the Lost Souls fight with the Raging Riders that started decades ago and we’ve heard the stories about their fight with Danny after he took the presidents patch for the Devils Bastards.
“I think it’s a life we’re lucky not to live through ourselves,” I say, meaning every word.
The thought of India being caught in the crossfire or being taken because of the club isn’t something I want to see happen for real.
“Do you think life will always be this peaceful?”
“I hope so.”
I really fucking do. Although, it could all change now because of the Black Crows. Dad has been plotting with Sparky and the brothers closest to him. I’m sure he’ll fill us in when he has a plan. I’m thankful this isn’t my responsibility to bear. I’ll take any form of revenge for my dad, but I’m glad he’s still around to keep the club in line and the one who calls the shots.