I also spent a good portion of time thinking about Mindy, and hoping she’ll get better while I’m gone. I don’t know what in the fuck is wrong with her, but I know it ain’t just a damn cold like she says it is. Colds don’t last for months and months on end. Every time I’ve looked at her over the last few weeks, I think of Ma.
After Ma died, Mindy took care of all of us. Her and Chipper were already together when Ma first got sick, but he hadn’t claimed her yet. After Mindy spent months cleaning up Ma’s puke, there was no fucking way Chipper was going to let her go back to being a club whore.
Chipper has always had a thing for older women, so it wasn’t much of a shock when he fell for Mindy, who is ten years older than him. They tried for a long time to have kids on their own. They even tried In-Vitro, which cost them out the ass, but no matter what they did, Mindy never could get pregnant. After it was all said and done, Mindy just had to come to terms with the fact that she’d never have a baby. Having Jenna in her life is a blessing for her, really. Jenna ain’t really much of a kid, but at least Mindy has someone now to mother.
When I finally reach the MC, the guard at the gate gives me hell about coming in. I swear the mother fucker had to get permission in the compound before he opened the gates. I’m the fucking Vice President of the original club. I have more power than any of these dickheads here. Someone my age being the VP of a club is kind of fuckin’ rare, but that’s beside the point.
Chipper held my seat before me, but he stepped down a few months before he came to Mateland. He said it was too much shit for him, especially with Mindy being sick. Having the VP duties, he missed a lot of time with her over the years, and he didn’t want to miss any more. Pop was pissed, because he wanted Chipper to be the Pres when his time is up, but Chipper didn’t give a fuck. He refused to listen to Pop and seems happier for it.
When the mother fucker finally lets Reese, Preach, and me through the gate, I jump off my bike and stomp to him. “You ever lock me out of one of my clubs again, I will put a bullet in your fucking brain. Do you understand what I’m saying, brother?” I shout with a sneer.
“This is Killer’s club,” he says with more attitude than I like.
I grab him by his cut and pull him towards me. “I’m next in line to hold the fucking gavel. This club house, and every other one that flies under the Renegade Sons flag, is mine.”
With those words, I send my fist into his face. I then turn around and walk into the clubhouse. There’s a party going on, but I don’t see anything that pisses me off; none of the shit that Chipper and Reese told me about. Sure, there are a few brothers smoking weed, but no coke or heroine are to be seen. There’s also plenty of club pussy wandering around, but none that looks like the underage variety. Then again, we sat outside of the gate for nearly twenty minutes just waiting to get in this bitch. A lot of shit could disappear in that amount of time.
As I walk further into the club house, I see Brew and Killer sitting over by the bar. Brew has a woman between his legs, not giving a fuck that he’s getting sucked off while he’s chattin’ it up with his president; the same president who’s fingering a chick that’s sitting on top of the bar and moaning like a bitch in heat. I shake my head at their behavior. These old men are sick fuckers. At least in my club, the men don’t talk the shit with each other while fuckin’ with a whore.
I walk over to them, my men following close behind. I yank the hood of my sweatshirt down off my head. “Hey boys,” I say, sliding up to the bar and shouting for a whiskey. They don’t stop what they’re doing with the women as they turn their heads my way.
“Hey, my boy. How was the road?” Killer says, giving my shoulder a hard smack with his free hand.
Killer and my Pop are friends, have been for years. They started this club together. Along with Timber’s dad, who runs a charter down in California; the same charter this club has been fucking around. The three of them were in the same unit in Vietnam back in the day. My Pop says you don’t know what real friends are until it’s you and them against a sea of bullets.
“You know me. I love to ride. How’s the Old Lady?” I say, just to see if it’ll piss him off. Of course, it doesn’t. I’ll never understand how some men can fuck around after they choose to spend their life with one woman. Sure, I get that a man needs some relief when he’s away from home, but making use of road pussy is completely different than fingering a rabid bitch, especially when your wife’s just right down the road.
“Lanie’s good. She’s home with the kids. You’ll see her while you’re here. She says to let you know that she’ll be making some of her bacon wrapped meatloaf for you on Sunday,” he says then motions to the woman on the bar. “But this bitch here’s keeping my dick warm tonight. Ain’t ya, sweet cheeks?”
“Yeah, Killer baby. Lanie’s pussy ain’t good enough for you tonight,” she says, moaning out. Killer laughs, but it’s not a pleasant sound. He yanks his fingers outta her, then grabs her arm and jerks her down off the bar.
“Looks like this bitch needs to find out what her mouth is meant for, because it’s sure as hell not meant to be spewing out shit about my old lady. We’re gonna hit the sack. Feel free to enjoy whatever you want, Kidd,” he says, dragging the girl with him.
I hear Brew chuckle, “That bitch’ll be gone by sunrise. He’ll fuck her good, then she’ll be eighty sixed if she’s lucky, dead if she not. My guess is he’ll kill her after what she said about his old lady.”
I have no doubt Brew’s right. In fact, I’m surprised Killer didn’t punch the girl’s lights out as soon as the words left her mouth. I would have. Club girls don’t get much shit from the members. We treat them all pretty good, but they have to learn to follow rules if they don’t want to get hurt. One of the most important rules is that whores never talk shit about a member’s old lady.
I hear Brew find his release and can’t help but chuckle. The old fucker must give the girls here lock jaw, considering how long he’s been pumping into her.
“Ok, girl. Get goin’. Men are talking now,” he says, zipping his pants and slapping the girl on her ass.
I just shake my head at his shit, then tap the bar for another whiskey.
“Heard Chipper has himself a kid now?” He asks quietly, picking up his glass.
“Yeah, Jenna, sweet kid. Pretty fucked up though. If Rig wasn’t dead, I’d be shoving my gun down his throat about now,” I say with a nod.
“Yeah, he was a sick fuck. Is uh, is the girl doin’ good? Being treated right there?” he asks hesitantly.
“Yep, Chipper and Mindy have claimed her as their daughter. Mindy loves her to death, and so does Chipper, but she’s running his ass in circles. He’s just not sure how you’re supposed to treat a teenage daughter,” I say chuckling, and remembering the times that Chipper was pissed right the fuck off about some of the clothes Jenna would wear.
Brew puts his head down, looking almost sad and remorseful. “That’s good, that’s good. She needed someone to look after her.”
“Yeah, she did. Did you know her? How she came to the club and all?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Nah, man. I don’t know shit about her.”
“I heard her bastard of a father gave her to Rig. Can you imagine anyone being such a sorry son of a bitch?”
Still looking down, Brew shakes his head. “I’m sure he regrets it now.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he stands up and claps a hand on my back. “We’ll talk business tomorrow. Tonight, have some fun. There’s a new piece around here somewhere, name’s Sarah. She’s only been here a day or two. You should get you a piece of her before she becomes used goods.”
I’m calling for another shot when I hear a voice come from behind me. “Hey, handsome. I haven’t seen you around here before.” I turn my head to look at her and notice a stunning blonde with big green eyes standing behind me. My dick goes instantly hard.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” I say reaching towards her and bringing her into me.
“Sarah, my name’s Sarah.”
I wake up to the sound of my new cell ringing. I smile as soon as hear it. I know that Mindy and Chipper are both still in bed, so that only leaves one person that would be calling me; the person I’ve been missing like crazy for the last month. I grab it off my nightstand and stick it to my ear. “Hey, Kidd.”
I hear him chuckle before he responds, “Hey, baby girl. Did I wake you?”
“No,” I lie. “I’ve been up for a while.”
“It’s six thirty in the fuckin’ morning, and you’ve been up for a while?”
“Well, maybe not that long.”
He chuckles again. “Well, I know it’s early, but I got shit to do today. Knew if I didn’t call now, I wouldn’t get a chance to later.”