The Lost Trucker (The Trucker Saga) (15 page)

*****

    It’s my day off and Ryder is due to come home tomorrow so I decide to borrow Layla’s car to drive into the next town to the grocery store. I decided that I want to make Ryder my world famous Garlic chicken alfredo and garlic bread with a salad on the side and then me for dessert covered in dessert of course.
Wow. You’re really comfortable aren’t ya! You go girl!

    I hear my cell phone start to ring in my purse and I grab it and answer it.

    “Hey baby! How is it going?” I ask Ryder as I see his name of the screen.

    “Oh you know,
it’s just going. So I got a question for you babe. And I need you to think long and hard about this.” His voice is a little shaky and I instantly get nervous.

    “Okay, is everything okay? I love you babe. I can’t wait to see you in 8 hours!” I say to be reassuring in case he forgot.

    “I know and I love you too babe. But listen; remember when I asked you if you would be with me no matter what and if you would stand behind me in any situation or if anything happened. Do you remember telling me that you would?” He asks me still sounding a little stressed and anxious.

    “Yeah, I remember it. It was one thing that told me that you truly cared about me. And I said yes I would to both of them and I would say the same thing now if not more. I love you Ryder, I love everything about you and wouldn’t change anything about you or us. Just come home.” I try to sound confident and reassuring, but even to my own
ears, I don’t think I am very convincing.

   “Faith, I need you to listen. I love you, no matter what you’re going to hear it is shit. Things got really fucked up. And I love you. I
will
marry you one day! I love you babe.”

  And the line goes dead. “Ryder? Hello? RYDER!” I bring the phone down from my ear and see that the screen is on my home screen. I instantly try to call him back but his phone goes to voice mail. I try to call him every minute on the minute for 5 hours. I text Layla and told her what happened. She is now sitting next to me calling Ryder every other minute that I am not calling him.

   “What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck is he?” I am crazy scared and crying right now. I don’t know what to do with myself. The only thing I can think of to bring me and any semblance of comfort is wrap myself in Ryder. I grab one of his sweatshirts and I slip it on. “Layla, where is your brother? Where did he go?”

     “I don’t know Hun. But there has to be an explanation to why he hasn’t called back and why we
can’t get a hold of him.” She says as she rubs my arms to try and comfort me. “He loves you; he will come back to you.”

    But something tells me that he might not be coming back from this run at all…

Book Two in The Trucker Saga will be out in Early 2014….

RYDER-

  “Zig! You need to get these guys out from around me! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do but I need your fucking help?” I scream into the phone that’s pressed firmly to the side of my head. I sure am glad that I decided to have Ziggy ride along with me on this run because just as I thought there is a fucking hang up; there is always some kind of fucking hang up.

   “Ghost, all I can t
ell you to do man is put the pedal to the fucking metal and GO! I can try and pull them off your tail but they want the fuckin’ load man. Don’t you think we should just give it up?” I hear Ziggy. I can hear the wind on his side of the phone since he has a Bluetooth in his helmet.

    “Ah, fuck it! Tell my ol’ lady that I love her and I will be home as soon as I can.” I run my fingers through my hair and decide that I need to keep trying to go for it but I am not going to bring Ziggy down with me.

“Zigsta, I am gonna count on you and Flem to keep an eye on my sister and my girl. Promise me you’ll keep a fucking eye on them?!” I growl into the phone.

    “Ryder, dog. I have been your best fucking friend for how many years? I got you; I’m heading back towards Layla’s now. Have you told your girl yet?” He asks me as I see him start to slow down and he flips his chopper around.

     “Nah, she wouldn’t understand. Just tell her I love her and everything will be okay.” I say as I look in my side mirror and I can only see the faint coloring of his cut on his leathers.

     “Be careful dog and keep your head up.” Ziggy says to Ryder with his voice full of raw emotion.

    “Go! God damn it! I’ll be fucking fine!” I scream at the phone as I hang it up and throw it against the dash.

    The second the phone hits the dash, her ring tone starts. I hear
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
playing again. This is the tenth time in a row I have had to listen to this song.

   God, I love you Faith and I am doing this for you!! I think to myself as I mash on the gas and start grabbing gears. How did I get into this fucked up situation?

*****

Ryder-

-8 years prior-

 
  “Ah fuck! Oh yeah Bambi. Oh shit!” I say as I bust a nut in the face of the pretty blond that is on her knees in front of me. “Come on you little cum slut, get up on the bed and spread those pretty little legs I want to fuck you.” She jumps up from her spot on the floor in front of me and hurries to the bed.

    I walk over and run my fingers through her wet puss, I lift my hand up to my mouth and I lick all the juices from my fingers. “Bambi, you’re finger lickin’
good.” She is so ready for me; I pop the button on my leathers and walk over to the edge of the bed. “Come here.” I reach over and grab her ankle and yank her across the bed to my awaiting rock hard cock. “You want this big fat cock in that tight wet puss? Hmmm, Bambi?”

    “Yes, Ghost. Please, I don’t want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” And with those sweet words out of her pink puckered lips I drive my cock inside of her hard and fast. I rock my hips back and forth.

    “Fuck, Bambi. I’m gonna blow all up inside your puss.” I can feel the familiar tingling in my nuts. “Ah, FUCK!?” I bust my load deep inside of Bambi and I collapse on top of her.  

    
A few hours later I am all washed up from my little fling I had with the ass that keeps getting thrown my way.

   
“Ghost, what up dog?” I turn to see my best friend, Ziggy, we have been friends for almost our whole lives. I watch him walk through the front door of the clubhouse.

    “Zig, what up dog?” We slap hands together and bump shoulders like we always have our whole lives. “Where the fuck you been? I just fucked the shit out of Bambi. Would have love to of turned her over to you? If you know what I mean!” We slap hands again and bump shoulders.

    As you probably guessed it, we are players. We fuck whomever, when and where we want. Most women just volunteer themselves to us, we never ask for a piece of ass and we never chase a piece of ass…. For too long. Don’t get me wrong, I love the chase as long as the ass is hot and well worth the chasing.

    “Aw, fuck. You’re kidding me? Damn it, I
’ve been wanting to run nuts deep into her. Next time man, next time.” He shakes his head as he sheds his cut and drapes it across the back of the chair at the kitchen island.

    “Let’s not focus on the skirt right now and let’s focus on what the hell the VP, your fucking dad wants with calling the whole club together tonight. We haven’t had a chapter wide meeting in MONTHS. Why now?” Ziggy is digging through the fridge for something edible to eat while I am looking at some club paperwork.

     “Bro, I’m not sure what the fuck he wants to talk to us about but if he is pulling in the whole chapter it can’t be good. But you know my Pops, he never does anything logically.” I say as I see Zig pulling out some food and getting ready to throw down some sandwiches.

   “Hungry?
” He asks and I nod my head at him. “I’ll make us some sandwiches before VP gets here.” Zig says as he goes about making us some grub.

*****

    We were just finishing up our lunch when Scout ‘Gruff’ Porter, VP of Dueling Dragons MC and my piece of shit father turns up. Talk about painful childhoods, I think mine takes the cake. I watched my mother get used like the ol’ lady that she was. Beat on, cursed at, and yelled at. She is just a shell of a woman; I will never treat my ol’ lady like that.
Yeah right! I will never have an ol’ lady.

    “Ghost, quit your fuckin’ day dreaming and bring your ass to this table. We have big shit business to talk.” I turn and see an older more worn image of myself walk into a room that is completely sound proof and has doors with dead bolts on both sides. Only top ranking members can be at the table.

   “Zig, let’s go.” I signal over to Zig to come with me into the meeting. As part of what is considered the security for Dueling Dragons officers, we surrounded the president and vice president no matter where they were. Hired guns if you will.

     The room is stained with years of smoke and smells like body odor and ass.

As the gavel hits the table, you hear
KNOCK, KNOCK,
KNOCK
in the room.

     “I call to order the officers meeting for the Dueling Dragons MC to order.”
Says Thor who is the president of the MC. “This order of business is in need of fast consideration boys. The club can make a fuck ton of money, and I mean enough to raise several generations on.”

    We all look at each other with nothing but dollar signs in our eyes. “But there is one big catch. And it is a very big catch and a risky one.” My dad says as he locks eyes with me.

    “What the fuck you mean?” I ask him as I lean forward and rest my chin in my hands. “What did you get us into ol’ man?”

  
“Well, son.” Oh, shit. My dad never says that shit to me. “You’re going to learn how to drive truck and your little butt buddy there is going to be your pull guy.” He says to me as he points to Ziggy.

   “What the fuck you mean I am going to learn to drive truck? I already know how to drive jerk off.” I say back to him because I really have no fucking clue what he is talking about.

   “You my dear son are going to trucker school. You’re going to learn how to drive an 18 wheeler, you’re going to transport our good friend’s product to their destination and then we are going to distribute it when it gets there. Your cut is 12%.” He says with all sincerity to his tone. “Ziggy and this new prospect will be your wing men. They will accompany you on all your runs, one will follow in front and the other will follow behind.”

“Fuck you. I am not going to do some stupid shit like this.” I stand up and run my fingers through my hair. “You do realize bringing
a big rig into shit automatically goes federal. That is big shit, Pops.” All I can do is think to myself that I need to get out of this.

“Gruff, I think you need to explain to your son, the future VP what the hell you’re talking about.” Thor says as he sits back and moves a half smoked cigar around in his mouth.

“Well, guys. We are going to be running product for the Mafia. Whatever they need moved we will be moving. There is no talking about this; Thor and I made it official this morning. Ryder, you will be leaving for trucking school tomorrow. I don’t care if you take your bike, but your number one priority from now on is driving for the club.” My father narrows his eyes on me. “You
will
do this.”

“How did you get mixed up with the Mafia? You know what, you probably owe them a ton of money and
it’s us having to pay back your fucking debt.” I shake my head as I stand and start walking to the door.

“Ryder, goddamn it.
You will do this. Be ready in the morning to leave.” He spits out as he looks over his shoulder.

“You know, fuck you ol’ man. Seriously, yet again my life is yours. I signed it away the second I put on the cut.” I say to my man that is supposed to be my father. Ziggy and I walk out of the room into the common area of the clubhouse.

“What are you gonna do bro? Sounds like we both have our life planned out for us.” Ziggy says as we walk across the room to the bar. “Prospect, get us a couple of shots and a few beers.”

“Looks like I am fucking the shit out of Bambi tonight.
You in? Cause we are riding out tomorrow.” I say to my best friend not knowing what our lives are going to turn into starting tomorrow morning.

*****

Three Years Later –

I have been on the road transporting all kinds of shit for the mafia. Let me tell ya it is no cup of tea; I have no life really anymore. I see my sister Layla but she doesn’t like me hanging around her place because of the company that comes with being in the club. But she tolerates it every once in a while. Sleeping in this fucking rig is getting old; I miss women, miss the clubhouse and miss the guys. I miss not being on the move all the time.

“Ghost, you have a phone call. Wake the fuck up bro. It’s your momma.” I feel Ziggy trying to wake me from my slumber in the sleeper of my rig.

“Fuck dude, fine. Give me the phone.” I reach my hand behind me for the phone. Zig hands it to me. “Yeah?” I say into it as it hits my ear.

“Ryder, baby. It’s your momma. You need to
come home baby; he’s dead. Your daddy is dead; come on home baby.” I hear my momma’s fragile voice on the other end of the phone.

“What? Okay momma. I will start grabbin’ gears as soon as I can.” I hit the end call button and hand it back to Ziggy. “You and Flem get ready to roll out. We are headed to my momma’s. VP is dead.”

“Oh shit! You know what that means right boss? That means you’re VP.” We meet eyes as we both come to the same realization. Our lives are about to change yet again.

*****

We pull into Arizona and the first thing I think about is get in and get out. Two days later we buried my father and that is when I decided that I didn’t want to be VP and I needed to find a way out of it.

“Fuck you Ghost. Your dad got us into this shit; you need to see it through. He took out some loans on the clubs name before he died. Borrowed close to $2 million from them. Since you’re now the VP you take on your father’s debt.” Thor says to me while rolling a cigar in his lips.

“What the hell you mean he borrowed that much? What does that mean for me?” I scratch my head and look at this fat ass biker that has smoked too much and drank just as much. His body is so haggard; skin is wrinkled and folded over. He has been president of this club for almost 40 years.

“What I mean sonny boy is, you’re their bitch basically. Your club will still have your back, you will still have your crew but you will go where we need you to go for the mafia.” He says with a wheeze to his voice.

“So, I have to run my ass for the next
however many years all because of what my father did in his last years. You fucks knew that he was losing his mind. Why didn’t you step in?” I bellow out almost yelling.

“Boy, don’t you fucking back talk me. You’re not too big for me to slap the shit out of. Show your respect.” Thor roars just as loud. “You will drive no matter what. You're young, the more you work your ass off, the quicker the debt will be paid.”

“Whatever. I will give you guys one more year after that I want out. I want out of the trucking and I want out of the club. I will take my cut off and step away.” My voice is raised a few notches. “I have given this club my whole life and I want to know what it’s like to not have to watch my back all the fucking time.”

“Fine, you do what you have to do to get your dad’s debt dealt with then we will talk about you leaving. One step at a time here, sonny,
one step at a time.” Thor says out of the side of his mouth.

Later that day, I have a meeting with Ziggy, Flem and some of the mafia guys on where the next few loads are going and I also take a few minutes to have a conversation with Ziggy and Flem about what’s going on.

*****

“Fuck yeah boss. We have your back.” They both say and we do our traditional clap and shoulder bump.