“Beginners luck maybe?” I answer sarcastically, before putting him out of his misery.
“I have three brothers Blake, while other girls were playing with dolls; I was playing on four wheelers and learning how to create smoke out of tyres, no big deal.” He looks at me, stunned. “It’s a very fucking big deal,” he says, with a smile lining over his lips. Putting the cue down, he makes his way over to me. I step back, shaking my head. “Oh no big boy, I need my sleep.” Tilting his head to the side, he chuckles while his eyes turn dark with need and mischief. I take this as my cue to run, to where? I do not know. I scream out and begin to run out the room; I spare a quick look behind me and see him chasing me.
“Oh baby, I love the chase. Bad move.”
I scream, trying to dodge him and find a room to hide in. Just as I round the corner ready to make a run for it upstairs, he lifts me up from behind and play bites all over my neck.
“Blake! No fair, you know the ins and outs of this house.” He laughs, setting me back down. “Come on, bedtime grandma.”
Treasure hunt
Blake
I wake up to find Vicky not in bed, but the smell of bacon and eggs assaults my senses making me instantly hungry, and not just for food. Throwing on my jeans, I make my way downstairs to find Vicky flipping bacon, pancakes and eggs. Leaning against the doorway, I watch her until she senses that I am there. “You know, it’s rude to stare,” she says smiling, with her hair all up in a messy bun, dancing around in nothing but one of my SS shirts.
“Don’t give a fuck babe; I can stare at you all day.” She blushes before getting back to work.
“Sit down Blake; I think I know my way around here now.”
I follow orders, sitting down at the breakfast bar. After eating breakfast, I put our dishes into the sink. “When are you heading back to West Beach?” I ask, turning around and leaning on the sink. “I’ve got to head back tomorrow, I’ve got a few things to line up and do.”
I make my way back to the table. Sitting down, I pull her on top of me so she is sitting on my lap. I take an inhale of her from her neck, god I love that smell.
“Blake? My lines are getting blurred.” I instantly snap my head away from her neck.
“What do you mean?”
She stands from my lap, looking unsure of her next words. “I, I don’t know. No commitments, right? So can we see other people?” Yeah, not going to happen, ever. As long as she is a part of my world, I cannot imagine ever wanting anyone else.
“Why are you asking this? Do you already have someone else lined up for when I’m not there?” I ask, dead serious, looking into her eyes ready for whatever answer she gives me.
“No. Not off the top of my head anyway; but should the opportunity arise, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.” I clench my jaw a couple times before I reply.
“Yes, we are both free to see other people, Vicky.” I get back up and turn to her; annoyed as fuck at the very real possibility that she could see someone else next week, and I cannot do jack shit about it. “Get dressed, I’ll take you back.” I say, walking out and leaving her standing there dumbfounded. The truth is, at this very moment she fucking owns my world. That’s something she will never know. I did not expect it to happen and I definitely did not want it to happen, but it did. Now I need to put some distance between us because that girl in there, makes me feel things that scare the shit out of me. Once I get back into my room, I feel my phone ring in my pocket.
“Got an issue brother, someone shot us up last night and we have an idea who that might be.” “Fuck, I’ll be there as soon as.” I know we can’t discuss this type of shit over the phone; my questions will need to wait until I get there. “Where are you?” Zane asks while I am throwing some new clothes on. “At home, be there soon.” Throwing the phone back into my bag, I look over to the door and see Vicky dressed back into her clothes after her shower. “You ready?” I ask. She nods, so we head downstairs and out the door, get back onto my bike and set off back onto the highway.
~*~
Pulling up to Vicky’s house I don’t turn off my bike, I’m just waiting for her to get off so I can leave. She passes me the helmet back. “Are we Okay? Did I say something to piss you off?” she asks. I shrug, because I am still mad at her question from earlier.
“Have a safe trip back, Vick.” I then pull out of her driveway, leaving her standing there with obvious questions. I am a prick and I know that, but it fucks me off knowing that she has been the only girl that gets to me.
I am making my way back to the hotel, when I pull up; I see Ade and Zane walking down the stairs, with Ade laughing. I knew I should have killed him in his sleep when I had the chance. “What’s so funny, Fucker?” He shakes his head still laughing,
“Oh nothing, just that you’re pussy whipped.” I throw him a disgusted look.
“Fuck up Ade, you don’t know shit.” I look to Zane. “What’s the issue?”
“It seems your little sister likes bikers.” What the fuck? “Say what now? No way, she’s way too fancy for that shit.” Zane shakes his head; lighting up a cigarette, which I have not seen him do in a long time. “Nah brother; she’s been seeing Treasure as of lately, but before him there was Sinner, who is apparently not too happy about her being with Treasure. While he was stalking the place down, having a Treasure hunt, he found out about us being here. The dumb fucker is obviously uneducated on how we roll, because I’m about to blow his fucking brains out.” Taking a long inhale of his cigarette, I see it has him on edge; this entire stupid fucking ‘project’ has him on edge.
“Fuck. Let me call her real quick.” Fucking stupid little shit. She picks up on the third ring.
“Shit, Blake, I’m so sorry—“
“Fucking save it Pheobe, what the fuck is going on? And why the fuck are you playing with fucking bikers?”
“Don’t play dumb, you and Dad were both a part of an MC, you really think I was going to like a suit and tie man?”
“Well I had fucking hoped you would. Fuck sake, do you have any idea what this shit has caused; not just for us, but for Devils too?” She sighs down the phone.
“I know I’m sorry.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
“Sinner? He is a psycho. I was seeing him for a few months; all was good but then he smacked me around, so I pulled my .357 on him and haven’t seen him since.”
“He did what?” I growl down the phone. Zane puts out his cigarette and looks to me, stepping closer. “He gave me a back hand, I pulled my gun out of my bag and told him to fuck off and never come back. I never heard anything else from him since; then I started seeing Treasure and suddenly I start getting threats and random calls at different times of the night. I didn’t want to tell you because well, you are you, and also I know what you guys would do.”
“Fuck that Phoebe! You should have fucking told me. Are you fucking shitting me? FUUUCKKK!”
“Blake pl—“She doesn’t get to finish that sentence; because I’m throwing my phone in front of me, feeling nothing but rage. “B, what did she say?” Zane looks at me, not from a president perspective, but from one best friend to another.
“He fucking hit her; she pulled her gat on him and told him to never come back. Which he did, until he found out about Treasure, then he started stalking her and sending her death threats.” I see Zane’s jaw clenching together; he use to change Phoebe’s diapers when she was a baby, there is no way he is good with this.
“What the fuck is she thinking getting involved with this shit? It’s exactly why we set her up in New York, to get her away from it all.” He lights up another cigarette and I steal one from him.
“He’s done.”
~*~
After finding out where Sinner was residing, we pull up to a grungy old flat. Wasting no time, I walk up to the door, kick it down and see two junkies shooting up needles on the sofa. Pulling my gun up on them, they raise their hands up in defeat. “Yo, what the fuck m
an!”
“Where the fuck is Sinner?” They look between each other. “Now’s not the fucking time to play games, if you want to live, you will tell me where the FUCK Sinner is!” They both stand and try to run out the back door. Swinging my gun to them, I shoot them both in the back of their legs. They scream out and fall to the ground, turning around so they are lying on their backs and clutching their legs in pain. “Stop, he’ll be back soon, he just went to the store!” I stand up the one that seems the most talkative, and shoot the other one square in the head, marking the walls with his blood. I drag the other one over to the kitchen table while he cries out for his worthless friend. “Brother?” Zane, Ade and Felix ask uneasily behind me.
“You good?” Zane asks.
“Yeah, I need to do this. No one fucking hurts her, Zane. We promised her when she was a baby.” He nods his head, making his way to the body lying soulless on the floor.
“I know brother, I got you.” He looks over to Felix and Ade, “Go get something to wrap this piece of shit in.” They begin to clean up the bloody mess on the ground while we wait.
“You better hope he comes back, or that little performance you just saw happen to your friend? That won’t even scratch the surface of what I’ll do to you. You’ll be begging me to put you out of your misery.” He swallows while I stick duct tape on his mouth, making him not say another word. I sit back in my chair and feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I see it is a text from Vicky and unlock it.
Vicky: Did I do something wrong?
Me: Forget it and get some sleep
Vicky: Its 7pm… no one goes to sleep at 7pm
Me: Grandmas do. Sleep.
Vicky: I thought you might be different, I was wrong.
I don’t text her back after that, I have bigger fucking issues to deal with than her shit. I shove my phone back into my pocket, hearing a car pull up and a door close.
I hide behind one of the walls with Zane, Ade and Felix ahead of me. The door flies open, and when I know he has walked into the house enough, I come around the corner and pull him into the kitchen; covering his mouth in the process. I throw him into the wall until he gets back up, trying to fight me off. These idiots obviously know nothing about Sinful Souls; we have been fighting since we could walk. The three of us anyway, me, Ade and Zane. I knock him in the jaw, which has him stumbling to the ground; and get on top of his back so I am holding him down. “If you so much as scream like the little bitch I know you are, I will smash your face so far deep into this pavement, your fucking teeth could be found in China. Are we understood?” I feel his head nod; Zane and Ade pull him up and sit him next to his junkie friend. I drag a seat up next to him, leaning in. “Who the fuck do you think you are, son?” He laughs, then spits to the ground. I take that as I need to be a little more convincing, so I pull my knife out and stab it into his leg. “You hit my sister, and then you shoot up at my club?” Zane and me look at each other and laugh. “Got any last words?”
He laughs again, “Yeah, your sister likes it in the ass.” Instantly after he has finished that sentence, I draw my knife out of his leg and stab it right into his temple; circling it around, making sure it is effective. Once I know he is dead, I look over to the junkie; lift my gun and shot him point blank in the head. Now I feel satisfied.
“We need to tidy this shit up. Set it up right or Abby is going to have our ass on a platter,” Zane says as I wipe the blood from my face.
“I’m not done. Treasure is next.”
He is a biker
Vicky
After getting no reply from Blake, I make my way into the kitchen and start pouring drink after drink. What a way to spend my last night here. Fucking Blake fucking Rendon. Fuck him, and his sexy ass pack of fucking bikers. Dwelling on my thoughts with bourbon in my hand, I start to over-think everything, so I make my way upstairs to run myself a bath. When it’s full right to the very top, I get in with my bottle in hand. This is why I hate relationships; this is why I avoid them. I hate the “what’s he thinking, what’s he doing” side of things, they suck, and we are not even close to being in a relationship. Picking up my phone, I scroll through my contacts and see Ryder has added his number, so according to my drunk mind, I text him. Stupid, why did I do this.
Me: “Ryder? Can you Ryd-er hard and fast? ‘Her’ being me.”
I laugh at myself; realising I am very drunk, borderline wasted.
Ryder: “I guess only your mouth would know ;). Are you drinking?”
My mouth does know, and my mouth wants it again. Fuck Blake.
Me: “We could change that.”
I text him my address.
Ryder: “Be there soon.”
After reading that line, I shoot up out of the bath; water splashing all over the floor. Which apparently is hilarious; because I’m laughing so hard that I slip over the huge puddle, smashing the side of my eye on the bathtub; which is apparently funnier. Now I have blood dripping out of my eyebrow and I am sitting here naked, my hair everywhere and after all that, I still have an unspoilt bottle of bourbon in my hand. That takes skill.
I pull on my nightie the best way I can, and make my way downstairs to try to find a first aid kit. When I am passing my front door, I hear a knock so I make my way towards it, opening it ready to greet Ryder; only seeing that it’s Blake. My face drops, along with his. “What the fuck happened to your eye?”
I giggle while I tell him the story, slurring all over the place. Oh wow, you really need to eat something, Vick. He walks in shutting the door, and snatches the bottle out of my hand. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
“What? I am getting drunk. This is officially my last night here, I want to end it drunk,” I respond, snatching my bottle back off him while he is distracted in his thoughts.
“Like fuck. Unless you want to spend the night spewing, you need to put this shit down.” He takes it back off me, putting it on the bench. I see him eye me up and down and his face softens a little bit; at least I think it did, I couldn’t tell. Then there is another knock at the door. My face pales, and I think I sober up a little at the realisation of what is about to happen. Stumbling to the door, Okay, nope definitely did not sober up at all, I rush towards it but Blake beats me there. “Easy tiger, go and sit down.”
“No Blake, fuck—“
He opens the door, with Ryder standing on the other side.
Blake
“Ryder? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Shit, sorry bro.” What the fuck. I look back at a very drunk Vicky, and her face is scrunched up like a kid that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Care to explain?” I ask her, clenching my fists together. She exhales quickly, “I text Ryder to come over.” She fucking what? “Fuck sake Vicky, I’m fucking over this shit.” I look over to Ryder, who like always, thinks this is amusing. “Blake, you fucking said that we could see other people!” she slurs.
“Not fucking Ryder, not people I fucking know Vicky!”
She pauses, thinking it over for a second. “Shit, I didn’t think of that, I’m so sorry Blake.” Fuck, this girl is doing it all wrong. I look over to Ryder and say, “Leave.” He nods his head before getting back into his car and leaving. Shutting the door, I turn to her and see she still has blood coming out of her eye. “Come on, I’ll clean you up.”
She follows me to the kitchen. When we get there, I lift her up onto the bench and start cleaning her eye with a disinfectant wipe. I am trying really fucking hard not to look deep into her hazel eyes. The way she looks at me? It is as if I am the only man she sees. I know that’s not true, because she just hit Ryder up less than an hour ago. “Blake? I really do suck at all this; I don’t know what to do.” I fail and look into her eyes anyway.
“I know baby, me too. All I know is this; I don’t want a relationship, ever. If you can live with that, then we can continue this. If you can’t, we need to stop now.” She pauses briefly.
“No, I can do this, it’s what I know. W
hen are you coming back to West Beach?”
“This weekend, got a few loose ends to tie up here before we head back.”
After leaving Sinner’s, we made our way to see Tick, to see what he knows about Treasure. It turns out he has not been as forthcoming as we thought either, so he has us all chasing him down. What the fuck is wrong with my sister and her choice in men? I do not fucking know.
Making our way into the lounge, I pull Vicky down onto the sofa and turn the TV on. She shoots up out of nowhere, “I want ice cream!” Fuck, this girl is full time when she is drunk. She is like a little energiser bunny. I roll my hands over in a “hurry up” motion, making her quickly shoot up off the couch. When she gets back, I see her with ice cream in one hand, and the bottle of Jack in the other. I go to reach for it, but she pulls back.
“Tsk tsk, biker. This is my last night and I will be spending it with Jack.”
I roll my eyes and pull her back down to the sofa. “Can I ask you a question?” she says, looking up at me from under my arm. “Yeah, shoot,” I say looking back to her, trying to ignore the flood of feelings I am getting just by looking at her. She yawns; closing her eyes, almost whispering out her question, “Please don’t have sex with anyone else,” as she drifts off to sleep. I am almost certain she didn’t mean to say that out loud, and the thought of even going near another girl makes my dick shrivel up. Again, I am left wondering why my lines get blurred with her.