Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) (4 page)

Taking her bag off the side table by the couch, I dump the contents out on the coffee table. Bingo, motherfucking syringe. I knew it.
Fucking junkie whore
. I should have known she wouldn’t stay clean.

That is why I let the bitch go years ago, she had a bad habit and I wasn’t going to watch her destroy herself. I gave her an ultimatum. She didn’t want me she chose drugs then and it looks like she is choosing them now. I knew when Stone came to me two years ago telling me he thought she was taking on clients again I should have listened. The only reason I can think of for her to do it is so she’d have money for her habits, without me finding out.

I wanted to believe she had changed after I brought her back from Chicago. When she became pregnant with Jamie, she promised that she was done with her old life and that she would be the best damn mom to him. Things were good for a few years. We had another kid, my daughter Dawn. I knew having two kids was wearing on her. I know LL loves our kids, but now with Miracle in the picture, I think it’s too much for her to handle.

I start pilfering through her belongings and come across her cell phone, I scroll through her text messages finding dates with clients, and I bet one of these motherfuckers is her supplier. One name keeps showing up more than the others.

“Who in the fuck is Tony?” I call out. I hear her heavy breathing right behind my ear as she brings the blade of the knife down, cutting my shoulder blade. Damn it all to hell that burns. She didn’t dig it far enough in to do much damage but the bastard is going to need stitches.

“You stupid bitch!” I swing my arm out in defense hooking her right in the nose with the back of my fist. I didn’t want to hurt her, but fuck, she stabbed me. Mascara is running down her face, the black streaks mixing with the blood coming from her nose.

“I’m sorry baby,” she has dropped the knife and is looking at me in shock. “I’m so sorry,” she blurts out again. I walk her into the bathroom and turn the shower on. We both get in with our clothes on. I hold her while she cries. When the water has run cold, I help her change into dry clothes. “I need help,” she admits.

“I know babe, I’m going to do everything I can to get you what you need.” I offer. “I can’t believe you stabbed me.” I laugh at it now but it really isn’t funny, she could have killed me. I climb into to bed with her and hold her in my arms tight as she rests her head snuggled against my chest.

“No Romeo, I need to do this on my own. I’m going to go away for a while. I’ve been thinking about it for the past month. I already knew about you and Baby. I could see the way you’d look at her. Then when you suggested that we find someone else to watch the kids, I knew. But I didn’t want to deal with it. I turned back to my old ways. Then I became pregnant with Miracle and that’s why I named her what I did. I found out she was growing inside of me and it was like a sign to stop what I was doing, but after she was born, we just weren’t connecting. Then Baby had Colt and I thought for a minute that he was yours. It killed me. I tried to get over you cheating on me, but you’ve been busy a lot with this new deal to get the club straight and I know it’s no excuse. But I turned back to sleeping with clients to get the attention you weren’t giving me.”

I rub her arms trying to soothe her.  I know this is hard for her to admit to herself, let alone me.

After I slept with Baby, I became obsessed with her, fuck I still am. I know LL needed me and I turned my back on her, I won’t do that now, even though my heart and my body is calling me to a woman I can’t have and shouldn’t want.  She’s my best friend’s daughter. It’s wrong but I love her.

LL looks up at me and I don’t know what is wrong with me, I have this beautiful woman, who gave me three kids and I have let her down in so many ways. My comforting her soon leads to other places I am sure we probably shouldn’t venture to right now. But I do love her in my own way. Just not in the way I should.

She straddles my lap and I lift her shirt over her head. Pinching her muddy rose-colored peaks, I kiss her neck softly and my name leaves her lips in a whisper. I cup her face. “I love you Laura, never forget that. I know I’m a fuck up, and I have no excuse for what I have done.”

Her lips clamp down on mine and she bites me before smacking me.

“I hate that I love you right now. I want to hate you. I want to hurt you, but I know I’ve made mistakes too.”

I shove her down, her head resting at the foot of the bed and make slow sweet love to my wife, not knowing what the future holds for us.

LL and I spend the rest of the morning laughing and crying together. I clean up the mess she made the night before and prepare to go get the kids.  We still haven’t decided what we are going to say to them. Miracle is just a baby, but Dawn and Jamie are old enough to know better.

Baby

My head is pounding, I drank way too much last night and it didn’t help matters when I got home this morning I seen Striker walking to the garage with his newest fuck buddy.
Stupid jerk
. God I hate him so much. Colt is screaming needing to be changed and Miracle wants her cereal. Dawn comes into the living room and offers to change Colt for me she is a great kid.

I have all the kids in the kitchen now having their breakfast. Colt and Miracle are both in highchairs and Jamie and Dawn are having pop-tarts. Thank heavens they are easy to please. They probably see how hung-over I look and know to take it easy on me. Sunshine left early this morning, said she needed to be over at the Roadhouse to make sure the potentials cleaned up after Rebel’s bachelor party. I think she needed a break from all the noise. Grim must still be in bed, lucky duck, I wish I still were.

Romeo comes to the door for the kids. Dawn runs over and pulls him inside asking him to sit and eat with her.  I watch him with his kids while I clean the oatmeal from Colt’s chin; he really is a good dad. I hope to have that for Colt one day.

4

Striker

Fuck, I wake up feeling stiff with a bad case of cottonmouth. Wiping my eyes, I struggle to wake up. Trying to roll out of bed I come nose to nose with…oh fuck, why did I bring this bitch home with me. Diamond is laying in my bed. I’ve got to get her the hell out of here. Why no one stopped me from being so damn stupid, I will never know.

Cursing my dick right now, I know this is his entire fault. Peering under the sheet there is one thing I am curious about. Well I’ll be damned she really does go all out doesn’t she. Her pussy is blinged out. I chuckle under my breath forgetting that I have company.

“What’s so funny,” she purrs and grabs my dick. Down boy, I curse my dick for the second time this morning.  Thank fuck I wore a condom, I spot the empty wrapper on my nightstand.

“Nothing, but it’s time for you to bounce.” I roll in the opposite direction from her, grab my shorts from the floor, and open my bedroom door; I hold my hand out waving her out the door.

Picking up what there is to her skimpy clothes she stops when she reaches me at the door. “Your brother wasn’t such an asshole you know. You are a good lay but your manners fucking blow.”

“Get the fuck out. Damn I was trying to be nice about the shit, but take your sparkling pussy and don’t ever fucking come back ya feel me.”

“Go work on your bedside manner.” She twists back around.  “Fuck you,” she spits at me storming out the front door.

“You already did,” I call out after her noticing Baby and Romeo on Grim’s porch staring at us. “Fuck,” I scream out in frustration, turning back inside I kick the door shut and flop down on the couch and have the breakfast of champions a joint and some Jack Daniels.

Romeo

“Can I talk to you out on the porch for a minute?” I ask, hoping Baby can help me out. She looks hesitant, but after putting Colt in his swing and Miracle in the playpen, she joins me outside.

“What’s up,” she looks like she is afraid of what I am about to say to her. She is anxiously fidgeting with her hair, twirling it around her finger. She nibbles on her bottom lip, distracting me from what I was going to say. I could take her right now and taste those lips. Fuck. Stop biting that lip.

She is looking at me with a weird expression, fuck I was saying something. The girl does shit to me. Can’t think straight around her. I wipe the sweat that is beading on the back of my neck. Women never make me nervous but Baby…fuck she messes with me. I swear she knows it. It gets her off. Don’t think about her wet panties. My dick is stretching.

“You wanted to talk to me.” She presses, licking those plump lips. I feel like a dirty old man. Fuck who am I kidding I am a dirty old man. What man wouldn’t get hard at the sight of her? She’s young, beautiful and fiery.

“LL and I are going through some shit, she’s gotta’ go away for…” fuck, I pause scratching my beard to think for a moment, I‘m not sure I want to tell Baby exactly what is going on. “I don’t know how long. I have no right to ask but think you might be able to help me with the kids this week until I can find someone on a more permanent basis?”

“Is everything okay?” She touches my arm lightly setting my skin ablaze. Now is not the time to let my longing get in the way of taking care of my family.

“I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “So can you help a guy out?” Before she can answer, some senseless cunt comes from Striker’s place over the garage shrieking, hurling out insults.

Striker isn’t far behind her telling her where to go and how to get there. I can see the pain etched on Baby’s face. Interesting, wonder what’s going on between them?

Baby shakes her head at Striker before turning to me. “Yeah, I’ll either watch them here or at your place whatever is easiest for the kids.” I can see the tears she is trying to hold back.

“Thanks, Baby, it means a lot to me. I would ask someone else but the kids adore you and I trust you. Let’s keep this between us for now, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure no problem.” I can tell I have already lost her, and her mind is now focused on Striker.  I watch her as I go inside to get the kids to take them home with me.

There is a pain behind her eyes, the pain of a wounded heart.  She reaches me Miracle’s diaper bag, and I look over at Colt as he dozes off to sleep, and it hits me. He looks just like Striker as a babe, but with red hair. Well fuck, how did I not see it before? I guess I always just assumed he was Trouble’s kid. Never crossed my mind until now that he wasn’t.

Another realization falls on me, they still have a chance to have what I had hoped to have with LL and Striker is throwing it all away on easy pussy. Not on my watch. If I were a gambling man, I would bet Striker knows Colt is his and look at him not doing a damn thing about it.
If he won’t I sure as fuck, will
. Baby deserves to be treated right.

I get the kids loaded in my pick up and head to the house to handle my own business before I go getting mixed up in anyone else’s. When I pull into the driveway, LL’s car is gone. She wouldn’t have just left without saying goodbye would she?  I know she would, she did the last time. To leave me without a word is one thing, but not the kids.

I get the kids out and take them inside trying to pretend I’m not dying on the inside. I tell the kids that mommy is working; I don’t know what else to say to them right now. I walk into our bedroom; her clothes are torn from the closet. Empty hangers lie across my riding boots that line the bottom of the closet floor.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I hang my head down in my hands and cry like a fucking baby for all the things I did wrong in my marriage. My wife, my lover, and my friend are gone. Dawn comes into the room carrying an envelope, she has a sad look on her face and I can see the anguish in her eyes, she knows her momma has left us.

She kisses me on the cheek and wipes at my tears, “we don’t need her no how daddy.” She hands me the envelope and leaves me alone shutting the door. Damn, LL and I did one thing dead-on our kids are amazing.

Romeo,

I know it appears like I am being a coward and maybe I am, but this was the easiest way. I’m not sure come Monday if I would have the strength to leave my children if I saw their sweet faces again. I’m not sure, when I am coming back just know that this is what’s best. Saying I am sorry just seems so insignificant. Give my babies my love; tell them mommy will be home soon.

All my love,

Laura

That’s just fucking great; I crumple the letter up and throw it not caring where it lands. My first instinct is to go after her, but fuck that. If she wants to run off so be it. I walk over to my dresser and take out my rolling papers. A joint will help calm my nerves. I have three kids in there waiting for me. Not their fault their mom is a stupid cunt.

I pull my shit together and face my children. They are depending on me; I just don’t know how I can do this on my own. Thank the fuck for Baby. The kids adore her and she is a good woman. Just maybe… Nah Grim would put me in the ground before I ever got close enough. Doesn’t mean I can’t think about her though.

Sending Baby a text I thank her for helping me out and ask if she wouldn’t mind watching the kids here, I don’t want anyone to know LL has left me just yet.

Romeo: You are a lifesaver; still need this on the DL can you be here about four tomorrow?

Baby: No problem. You know I’d do anything for those kids.

I know she would, that’s the problem. I am too selfish to stop it too.

I spend the day playing games, singing stupid songs with my kids. Doing dad shit. Wouldn’t Grim laugh if he seen me sitting in the middle of the living room floor, letting Dawn paint my nails black. Miracle is crawling around the floor trying to find trouble. Kid is rotten. Jamie is driving his cars across the coffee table.

“Can we go to the park today?” Dawn asks finishing her paint job.

“If there is time after we go berry picking.”

“Berry picking again, dude that’s lame.” Jamie rolls his eyes at me.