Chapter Two
Mary growled with frustration as Raoul helped her toward the toilet. “What did you do to be on babysitting duty?” she asked.
The biker chuckled. “I fucked your friend.”
“Yeah, when my leg gets better I’m going to kick your ass again.” After Holly had broken down in a fit of tears, Mary had not been able to handle it. She’d found Raoul working on his bike outside of the apartment block where he lived. With no one around she’d literally kicked him up the ass and then grabbed a baseball bat to smack his bike. At the time she hadn’t thought much about his lack of retaliation, whereas now she saw he had to have been a good guy. Most guys would have hurt her because she hurt their bike.
“You can kick my ass, but you can’t hurt my bike. She’s got feelings, too.”
She held a crutch under one arm, and her other arm was wrapped around his neck as they hobbled toward the bathroom.
“I’m sick of this shit.” Raoul pushed the crutch away and picked her up.
“Are you fucking crazy? I’m huge. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I’ve carried dead men who’ve weighed more than you.” He walked down the long corridor toward the back of the house. When they were close Raoul kicked the door. “Ah, the toilet awaits.” He placed her on her feet. “Do you think you can do everything yourself?”
“I can use the bathroom all on my own. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Laughing he closed the door, but she didn’t hear his footsteps.
“You’re standing outside, right?”
“Yep. Boss’s orders, baby. I’m to take care of you until you’re well. If his woman’s not happy, he’s not happy, and if he’s not happy, then we’re all fucked.”
She chuckled while pushing her sweatpants down. The clothing she wore was gross, but with the cast, it worked. If she’d listened to the doctor’s orders she wouldn’t be in this position. She’d have missed Holly’s wedding, but she would have been taking a piss without someone waiting outside.
Dropping her head into her hand, she finished her business¸ flushing the toilet then washing her hands.
Opening the door she saw Raoul leaning against the opposite wall. “Come on, princess.” He picked her back up carrying her back to the sitting room. The television was playing to itself.
Letting out a groan, she got comfortable while wishing for something else to do.
“You’re bored.” He didn’t make it a question.
“How did you guess?” she asked.
“Simple. If I was ordered to sit all day I’d lose my fucking mind. What do you need?” he asked.
“A new leg. A new life and to stop being this person.” She threw her head back against the couch. “Sorry. I’m not feeling all that positive right now. My leg’s in a cast, and I can’t do anything. Damn, I so feel like a fourth wheel right now.”
“Fourth wheel?”
“Well yeah. You’ve got Holly, Duke, and Matthew. They’re all connected, and there’s three of them. I’m fourth, and I’m not part of this little life. I’m not down with this world.” She grabbed a pillow to hold close. “I’m feeling sorry for myself right now.”
“You’re Holly’s best friend. The club adores you. You’re not anyone’s fourth wheel.”
“I’m not part of the club. I’m no one’s old lady, and I’d never be a club whore.” She closed her eyes. “And now I’m talking to the guy who hurt my best friend.” She turned her head to look at him. “What you did was seriously uncool.”
“I know. It wasn’t exactly a moment I was going to sit here bragging about.”
“You did at the club.”
“I got my ass kicked for it. The guys they’re not the same. It was a mistake, and I knew it the moment it happened. I lashed out and hurt Holly in the process.”
“If I had a gun I’d shoot you in the dick.” She glared at him.
“No, you wouldn’t.” He moved to sit beside her. “Apart from kicking me up the ass and damaging my bike, you’ve not got it into you to do any lasting damage. You’re too sweet to do anything more.”
“You think kicking you up the ass is sweet?”
“It could have been worse.”
“How?”
“You could have taken out my dick.”
Mary chuckled. “I see what you mean.”
She thought about Pike. If she told Holly it would get back to Duke, and in some way, Pike would be forced to pay for what he did. Even Russ, Holly’s father, would do something, but it was all because of their love for Holly. Instead, she kept everything to herself. No one but she and Pike knew what happened. “Yeah, I’m too sweet.”
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t suppose you’d go to my apartment and get some cookbooks?” She reached down toward her back grabbing a set of keys. “I really am going stir-crazy, but those books should hold it off for a little while.”
He took the keys from her. “Stay put, and if I come back to see you on your feet I’m spanking your ass. I don’t care what Duke will say. Your ass will be fucking red.”
She watched him leaving the room. He was an okay guy.
Folding her arms underneath her chest, she stared at the screen. The whole situation was not inspiring.
“I hate this. I hate being alone.”
Most of her life she’d been alone. Her family didn’t want anything to do with her. The only person she really had was Holly. “And here we go with the tears. I can’t even get a break with those.”
She was also talking to herself again, not a good sign.
Lying down on the sofa she stared up at the ceiling. Providing she rested her leg, kept with the exercises that Holly gave her, within a month her cast should be coming off. The doctor was taking an extra precaution because of her going against medical advice.
Lying on the sofa she couldn’t help but think about Pike. The way his hands touched her body, gliding through her pussy like he owned it. He had owned her body, but he no longer did. She was cutting him out of her life.
In fact she was cutting everyone and everything out of her life. It was time to move on, and the only way for that to happen was to take her life by the balls and to start living.
****
“When I give you a fucking instruction you listen to it, do you understand?” Duke asked, yelling the words across the room. It was rare for Duke to lose his temper, but he was losing it now.
“I understand,” Pike said.
“No, you don’t understand. You hurt Mary, and if you continue to do so you’re going to hurt my wife. She can’t be upset right now.” Duke gripped the back of the chair, glaring at him.
“Holly can kick me—”
“She’s pregnant, Pike. Holly’s carrying my kid.”
Pike stopped to stare at his best friend. “She’s pregnant?”
“I can’t have her being upset, and you hurting her friend will upset her.”
“Shit, man, congratulations. Did I miss the announcement or something?”
“It’s her first kid, and we’re keeping it quiet so there are no complications. She doesn’t want anyone to know.”
“Does Mary know?”
“No. Do you think if Mary knew she’d be at my house now? Mary would find a reason to fucking leave. I’m not going to put Holly through that stress. Those women are like sisters more than friends.” Duke turned to look out of the window overlooking the club compound. “What happened, Pike?”
“I did what I had to do.”
He wasn’t going to tell anyone about what happened. It was between him and Mary.
“You know when I caught Julie fucking around on me I didn’t give a shit. Good riddance. I had all the pussy I could ever want, and I fucked it. The club, it was everything to me even with Julie hanging around. She didn’t bother me. I only married her because she was pregnant.”
“What are you trying to get at?” Pike asked.
“None of the pussy mattered to me. Yeah, it was good enough to fuck but not to take home to my kid. Holly, she has been on my radar for fucking years, but you know me, no illegal pussy. The shit with Raoul, I couldn’t claim her them. Now, she’s mine. I’ve got a ring on her finger. She’s in my house, in my bed, with my kid inside her. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“You’ve been very lucky.”
“Once you find the woman for you, Pike, it doesn’t matter how much pussy is lying around begging you to fuck it. Nothing is going to mean as much to you as sinking into the pussy that you call your own.” Duke nodded at him, rounding his desk. “You can leave.”
Pike didn’t see a reason to prolong talking and left the office.
Glancing around the room he saw Daisy sat at the bar nursing a coffee. Chip, Pie, Smash, and Knuckles were playing cards. The other boys were playing a game of pool.
Sitting beside Daisy, he saw the big guy rubbing at his temples.
“Good night?”
“Shit, Pike, keep it quiet. I’ve got a fucking army of hammers in my skull.”
Chuckling he looked across the bar to see Baby staring back at him. Baby was a beautiful little blonde with a tight pussy and suction on her mouth that men dreamed about. She’d been voted in as a club whore three months ago. The men loved her, but Pike hadn’t tried her out yet. Since being inside Mary he’d not been with another woman. He’d tried, boy, had he tried, but he just couldn’t.
Pike had taken several women up to his room in the hope of moving on like he’d told Mary. Nothing. The women, they were pros and couldn’t get him to get it up. They’d sucked on his dick, rubbed against him, even given him a little girl on girl show, but nothing. His dick was broken.
Yet when he was in the shower with just his hand and images of Mary, he came like a fucking champion. The bitch, his woman, had broken his dick for anyone else.
“Good party last night?”
“What can I get you, Pike?” Baby asked. She thrust her chest out, begging for attention.
“Was it a good party last night?” Pike asked, pointing to the coffee machine. He wasn’t in the mood to be trashing his bike this early in the day.
“I took care of Daisy last night. Me and Samantha did. That girl has got a tighter pussy than I have,” Baby said, handing him a drink.
“You got two lots of pussy?”
“Fuck yeah, I did. I earned it,” Daisy said, groaning and gripping his head.
“What about you, Pike? Do you want to taste me?” She leaned over the counter to run her hand down his chest. “I’m better than the guys say. I know exactly what I’m doing and how good to do it.”
She pressed her tits together to give him a good view.
Pitiful. His dick was flaccid. No life in it at all.
“Sorry, baby, not today.” He pushed her hand away taking a sip of his coffee. His life couldn’t get any worse right about now.
Grabbing his drink, he left Baby to pout and Daisy to nurse his hangover. Heading up to his room, he closed and locked the door. Bitches knew not to come into his space. This was where he went to be alone. They were allowed inside his space if they were invited. He kept a clean room as mess had always annoyed him. Putting his coffee on the bedside cabinet, he removed his leather cut to place it inside his wardrobe. His life consisted of the club and nothing else. He owned a small house on the opposite of town. It wasn’t large like Duke’s but modest, something he never thought he’d have in life. His folks were off living up the good life that they’d gotten through saving every dime they earned. They called in from time to time, but that was rarely. His father had served his time in the Trojans and walked away with his wife.
It was rare for families in the club not to lose something. Russ, the previous president, had lost a child and almost his marriage. Duke had killed the woman who gave birth to Matthew as she’d put the whole club in danger. There were men he called brothers who had each lost something.
Sitting on his bed, he opened the drawer that kept his secrets. Pulling out the single photo of Mary, he smiled. The day he’d taken this shot was the day she graduated. Holly wasn’t in the picture, which was a first for the two. Pike had taken full advantage and snapped a shot.
She was a beautiful woman, perfect in every way, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her. In all of his life he’d never had a woman to call his own, never needed to own a pussy that was exclusively his. He liked variety, and in time he just knew he would hurt Mary. Duke’s words came back to haunt him. They wouldn’t last, he was sure of it.
Putting the photograph back in the drawer, he slammed shut the past. There was no room in his life for Mary. His life was part of the club, VP to Duke, and fucking pussy when his dick would allow.