The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Devil's Hellions MC was stronger than ever.
I thought I could forget about Melissa and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside her was an unforgettable image.
After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Pain stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”
“Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”
Pain slapped me on the back. “You did good, Dagger. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”
“That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”
Pain laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”
Pain could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school troublemaker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”
Pain sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Dagger, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”
“Fuck and forget...God damn, Pain, I tried to forget so hard.”
“Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Pain pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.
“Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Pain. This club still needs you.”
He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”
The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Pain was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.
I walked outside and found Melissa standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.
“I needed to talk to you, Dagger,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.
I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Melissa was finally all mine.