You Belong to Me (8 page)

“I’m not scared. I just don’t want to scar some kids for life!” he said. He stood up and pulled her back inside the trailer.

Once inside, he immediately pushed her down onto the floor. She was on her knees as he knelt behind her and pushed up her dress. He ripped off her panties as he slid his hands down her back to the crack of her ass. He bit down hard on her ass check as he gave her a hard smack. Jasmine let out a whimper when he opened her wide. His tongue entered as he played with her clit again. He slipped two fingers deep inside her. He hit her G-spot, and she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She was close to coming so he stopped and got up from the floor.

Jasmine flipped over and sat up. Bewildered, she watched him stand up. “What the hell, Nuke?”

“Phone and I’m not cheating,” he said, smiling as he took his cell out of his front pocket to answer the call.

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore!” Jasmine yelled at him as she laid back on the carpet in frustration.

“Yeah, you do!” he laughed as he walked down the hallway out of
ear shot.

“What the fuck am I doing?” she grumbled as she rolled over and pulled her dress down.

Nuke and Jasmine

Jasmine walked into the bedroom as Nuke was going through her phone. “Who doesn’t trust who now?” She let the towel drop to the floor as she slipped in between the sheets.

“I trust you. I’m just controlling, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Yep, I noticed.”

He tossed her phone back into her purse. She reached across him and grabbed the remote from the table. She clicked on Netflix as she laid her head on his shoulder. “Want to finish watching ‘House of Cards’?”

“Sure. Why didn’t you tell me that your ex is still trying to get with you?”

“Because he’s not,” she replied as she glided her fingers across his taut stomach.

“Alright, maybe I worded that wrong. Why didn’t you tell me that you and he still message?”

“He’ll send a text saying, ‘How are you,’ and I’ll reply, ‘
Fine.’ That’s it.”

“I blocked him. It stops now. You’ll have no more contact with him.”

She was mentally exhausted, and this was nothing to argue about. “OK, but he’s nothing to me now, Nuke. I don’t want to be with him.”

“Good, then it won’t matter if you’re no longer talking to him.”

“Right.” Jasmine shut her eyes. What she really needed to do was fall asleep.

“Jasmine, there’s things I need to explain to you.”

“Is this another BDSM talk? Because I’m really too tired to do anything new tonight, honey.” She kept her eyes shut.

“No, I need to explain some things about the club to you.”

Her eyes shot wide open. He never wanted to talk about the club. He’d mention random things that happened, weird or funny things, but that was all he spoke about. “Okay.”

“First of all, I need you to be careful. The club has a snitch. I haven’t taken you to the clubhouse because I’m afraid you could get hurt. Some rat motherfucker gave the Grave Walkers the names of people that we care about. When I know
who the snitch is and that bastard is taken care of, I’ll introduce you to my world. Until then, you have to trust me. I can’t be a hundred percent sure that you’re safe right now if I took you to the clubhouse.”

“Is that why Kevin came and took Cindy back to the clubhouse, to protect her?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s home now, but it’s still not safe?”

“I’m not taking any chances with you. Only a few people know about us. I hate to say it, but I’m not sure who to trust anymore.”

“Why did Kevin let her go home if it’s not safe?”

“Because it’s over between them. Because he’s tired of her drama.”

“I guess you have to wait to earn your wings then, huh?” she joked.

“The club doesn’t do wings anymore. They stopped doing that back in the early eighties. Way before my time with the club.”

“I’m just joking, Nuke. I just read about biker clubs and wings online the other day. I know you don’t have any. There’s none on your cut.”

“I was just reassuring you. Plus, I would have got my black wings by now,” he smirked.

She playfully punched him in the ribs. “Don’t make me get ghetto on your ass! Tell me more about what to expect from this new lifestyle I’m venturing into with you.”

“The club itself, HV has all kinds of personalities, some are going to be cool with us and some aren’t. However, it doesn’t matter because who we chose to make our old lady is our business. That shit ain’t up for a vote.” He glanced over at her as he took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it. He took a long drag before he continued to speak. “Some got wives that are civilians and you never see them. They want no part of the club.”

“Is that what you want me to do, not be part of your life with the club?”

“No, that wouldn’t work for us. We love being around each other all the time. I’m just telling you how we’re a club but we’re still individual people. Not everyone is going to like us together, but I don’t give a fuck. Shit like that doesn’t bother me. Fuck, I didn’t like Cindy from the beginning. Something shady about that bitch.”

“What does Kevin think about us?”

“He’s cool with it. He thinks you’re hot. I’m pretty damn sure he’s slightly envious,” Nuke said, grinning.

Jasmine laughed.

“I promise you that no one is going to disrespect you because you’re mine. No one is going to touch you because you’re mine. You won’t be confused for a Snake Swallower; you’re owned property, whether you know it or not,” Nuke said. “We’re brothers, we’re Hells Vipers, we’re family, and we respect each other.”

“What the hell is a Snake Swallower?” she asked, sitting up and looking at him curiously. “It sounds like side-show freak.”

“They’re like groupies for the club. Vipers, snakes, Snake Swallowers. They show up at all the parties. They just want to fuck a member of HV; it doesn’t matter which one. We get all kinds, black, white, Latino, young, old, you name it. Even had this woman with a fake leg show up once,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. Even the brothers that wouldn’t make any non-white woman their old lady, you can better believe, they’d fuck a Snake Swallower no matter what color she is. It’s free pussy with no attachments.”

“How many women have you been with?”

“Not as many as you’re thinking. I figure for some of us it’s probably what happens to people who work in the porn industry. You get tired of the skanks. You don’t marry whores. I learned that the first time. You don’t want some slut to be the mother of your kids.”

“You want kids one day?” she asked him. She had to admit that she’d been terrified of the thought of children with Brian. With Nuke, she hadn’t even considered it. A small part of her still wasn’t positive that this was going to last. She was paranoid that way. When things felt too right, she always assumed that the worst was about to happen.

He looked at her again. “I’ve thought about it before.”

“If we had a son, he couldn’t be a Hells Viper. How do you feel about that?” she said and looked at him hard.

“Who said I’d want him to be a Hells Viper? This is the life I chose for me. It’s not for everyone.”

He flicked the ashes into the empty beer bottle. “Like I was saying: Snake Swallowers, they just want to fuck a biker at least once. Then you got old ladies, that’s you.” He smiled at her. “You’re owned property. You’re with one member only. We got some others chicks around; they’re called honeys. They’re club property, and anyone can fuck them. No one owns them, and their goal is to be an old lady. Some of them stay on the compound. They cook, they clean, they suck dick and spread their legs. They sell pussy or do whatever we tell them to do for the club to prove their loyalty and to make us money. They entertain any guest club members or club friendlies that show up.”

Jasmine took in a deep breath. “That’s a lot of women to compete with.”

“You’re not competing with anyone. If I wanted them, I’d be there right now. I don’t cheat. If I don’t want to be with someone, I’m a man about it. I’ll tell you to your face. I need for you to understand that if I don’t come home some nights, it’s club business and it’s not because I’m sticking my dick in another pussy.”

“Okay,” she said, hoping that her anxiety didn’t show on her face. “This is a lot, you know. I knew what you were when I met you. True, most of my knowledge came from Cindy and the History Channel,” she laughed. “I had an idea what you were about, and I still damn near passed out with excitement the first time you sent me a text message.” She laughed even harder. “I want this Nuke. I don’t know what we’re going to have to do to make it work, but I’m willing to try.”

“You were that excited when I texted you that first time, huh? You’re so good for my ego!” He ran his fingers through her hair. “No shit tolerated, Jasmine, you got me? No fucking drama, no fighting with me. No
back-talking. You know your place or I’ll put you in your place. You don’t fucking disrespect me or the club.”

Nuke continued, “I’m not trying to be an asshole. I just need you to be clear on things. I’m the fucking alpha in this relationship. I’m not saying that because I want some weak-ass bitch
who won’t speak her mind. I love your strong personality. Even when I got you tied up, you’re not weak. I love your inner strength. I’m just telling you to use common sense about when and where you say and do things.”

“Okay,” she said, scooting down and laying her head on his chest.

“Jaz, look at me!”

She tilted her head up. “I’m okay with that,” she said softly. “I understand. Don’t act stupid up in the clubhouse. . I won’t do anything wrong.” She gathered her thoughts for a moment. “Are you sure that they won’t take your patch because of me?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Why don’t you believe me?”

“I know people. They’ll say one thing but truly feel another.”

He caressed her face. “I can handle my club.”

She snuggled back down on his chest and tried to focus on the television again.

“I’m giving you a property tattoo,” he informed her.

“I will not have a tramp stamp on my body! Those things just make women look like skanks.”

Nuke smiled. “I actually hate those, too.” He put his cigarette in his mouth and moved his hands to her lower back. “Right here,” he said as he made a vertical motion with his hand on the lower right side of her back. “I drew the design the day I met you.”

“No you did not!” She looked up at him with a big smile on her face.

“Yep, I did. Met you, went home and jacked off while thinking about you. Then I drew the tattoo. The next day, I fucked this chick with dark hair and a tan,” he said. “I tried to pretend it was you. It didn’t work. I didn’t fucking get off with her. I wanted the real thing.”

He dropped his cigarette in the bottle.

“Does a property tattoo make it official, me being your old lady? I have no idea how I’m going to memorize all of this stuff. Do you have a cheat sheet or something?” she giggled.

“It means you’re my world,” he said and pushed her back onto the bed. He let his lips trail down the side of her face. “You’re my slut, my whore, my bitch, you’re my fucking property! You’re my old lady,” he said forcefully and kissed her hard.

***

A loud banging woke Jasmine just as she began to drift off to sleep.

“What the fuck!” Nuke shouted, pushing Jasmine to the side as he stood up quickly and put on his pants. He reached under the night stand and grabbed a gun.

A sickening feeling washed over Jasmine as she got up off the bed. She had no idea that he had a weapon so close at hand. She grabbed one of his dirty Hells Vipers T-shirts from the laundry basket in the corner and put it on.

“Stay here,” he ordered as he headed out the side door of the trailer with the gun tucked behind his back in his blue jeans.

She kept a few items at Nuke’s, and she opened one of the drawers and grabbed a pair of shorts. Leaning against the
door frame, she bit her nails as she waited for any signs of Nuke’s return. It was eerily quiet; the banging had stopped, and no shots had been fired. She jumped as the side door swung open, and Nuke, along with another man she didn’t know, carried a bleeding man into the trailer. They were obviously fellow members of the Hells Vipers Motorcycle Club.

“Jesus!” Jasmine rushed to the bathroom and grabbed some towels from the shelf. She followed them to the living room. The bleeding man had shaggy brown hair and the beginning of a scruffy beard. The other man with Nuke was a blonde, but his hair was slightly lighter than Nuke’s. She noticed that his jacket read “Vice President,” so this had to be Toby.

“And you brought him to my house, why?” Nuke grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest.

“You were closer than the clubhouse!” the blonde
answered as he looked Jasmine over. “I didn’t know you had company.”

Jasmine rushed forward to the man who was bleeding. His jeans were saturated with blood, but she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. “Where are you hurt?”

Pipe looked at her, then to Nuke, then back to her. “Upper left thigh. Is she the chick that does the ginger root thing?”

“Nuke!” Jasmine screamed as she gave him a dirty look.

“How in the hell do you know that?” Nuke asked as she sent Jasmine a look that read, “I’m sorry.”

“Kevin said you were hooking up with kinky chick. He didn’t mention that she was black,” Pipe said.

“Christ!” Nuke grumbled.

“Oh God!” Jasmine fought the urge to run out of the room with embarrassment.

“Jasmine, meet Pipe, he’s the one bleeding all over my couch. That’s Toby,” he said as he pointed to the blonde man.

“How you doing?” Pipe asked.

Toby looked her up and down and nodded. “I’m calling for the prospect. He was a medic in the Army, right?” Toby asked.

“You can’t. He went to the ER earlier today. He had to have emergency kidney stone surgery. I guess that fucker was huge. He passed out in the garage. She’s a nurse,” Nuke said and pointed to Jasmine.

“I work at a clinic. I do STD testing, immunization, colds. I don’t do emergency medicine. If you want me to tell you if you have herpes, I’m your girl, but he’s bleeding all over the place, and it’s bad.”