Burnt (10 page)

If there’s anything I want for my dad, it’s for him to settle the fuck down. Stop tapping cheap, easy, loose pussy that hangs out around the club and Rough Shod. Find himself an honest to God good woman that he can build a life with. It’s the least he deserves after his all the years he’s spent alone. Fuck. He’s only forty-seven. He’s got plenty of good years left to ride, make a home with, and fuck his Ol Lady if he can find one willing to put up with his moody ass. I know when I get Kendall on the back of my bike, and in my fucking bed that’s sure as shit what I plan on doing.

The only woman that’s come close to turning my dad’s head is a hot as hell thirty-four-year-old history teacher at Blackwater high called Selena Mitchell. To hear dad tell the story you’d think he turned into a complete pussy not keeping after this chick. I honestly thought he had bigger balls than that. Apparently they met at Rough Shod one night when she was out with some friends. Dad was doing his usual check-in to see everything was running smoothly as part of his job as VP. Overseeing the MC owned businesses, making sure no one is ripping us off, and problems are kept to a minimum is all part of a hard days’ work for him. It doesn’t hurt one of the businesses is a strip joint either. After buying her a few drinks, getting Selena’s number and calling her the next day to take her out for dinner, the old man charmed her panties off, fucked her, and then she never answered another one of his calls from then on in.

Stupid fucker. He didn’t bother calling for long, a week or two at the most if I remember correctly. Fuck knows what her deal was not answering the phone though. The way dad tells it, she was hot for him, the best lay he’s ever had. She’s got a tight, wet pussy most men only dream about. Even though he’s a brother and my VP, the guy is still my dad and hearing about the pussy he taps is not high on my list of bedtime stories. They had a good time together. She got off, and everything seemed fine afterwards. Dad even stayed the night at her place something he usually never does, and left her a note with his number before taking off early the next morning.

When Kendall heard about it, Kendall did what all women do, and got inquisitive. Then she proceeded to laugh her ass off at dad when she got the scoop from Selena at the salon Lou runs in town. It was probably about a month after dad stopped bothering to call and text Selena that Kendall set up a “chance”, meeting with her. One she managed to get because Lou told her Selena was booked in with one of the hairdressers at her job. After their friendly chat, some new information came to light about my dad’s stupidity, and his even more epically stupid note. Not that we really questioned he’s a stupid bastard, bit in this case he took the fucking cake. Enter Kendall laughing her ass off at him.

My old man neglected to tell us in his first recount that the note said, ‘Thanks for the fuck sweetheart. See you real soon’. Fucking moron. Even I know that’s a bullshit note to leave a woman, and I’ve got twenty-four years less experience, and a fuck of a lot less notches on my belt too. Talk about making her feel like a hole to stick your dick in and nothing more. Kendall teased dad mercilessly for a good month before helping the old guy out. I have to say, he deserved every last bit of shit she gave him too.

Two and a half months after dad and Selena met, Kendall told him Selena was in fact actually very interested in seeing him again, but knew nothing about the biker lifestyle, or the way shit goes down around us. Selena got upset and offended by his crappy note, deciding to ignore him on principle. Smart girl. Especially because no one turned my dad down ever. This made her all the more attractive to him on top of everything he already liked about her. Selena met Lou and Kendall for coffee a few days later where Kendall gave her the abbreviated version of biker 101, and the men she’d grown up around. Kendall told her just enough so Selena understood dad wasn’t being a rude asshole on purpose, it was just his way, but not enough it would scare the poor woman off for good.

Kendall later told dad it was better for her to learn slowly. Be eased into the biker fray rather than be overwhelmed ultimately deciding this shit is all too much. Let’s just say dad didn’t like the fact Kendall wasn’t pushing the point with Selena, or try to bring her to the club ASAP. Reporting back that Selena would be open to dad trying again if he pulled his old head out his ass, not her words it sounds better my way though, dad’s mood lifted a bit. He’d been like a grumpy bear with a thorn stuck in his paw the entire time this back and forth shit was going on. I don’t think he’s decided what his plan of attack is yet, but I do know he hasn’t fucked anyone since Selena. If I didn’t know better I’d think he was hung up on the pretty little teacher. Fucker won’t know what hit him if he is. He’ll also never admit that shit either.

It’s not like my cock doesn’t want just as much attention as the next guys because fucking oath it does. I’m a fucking twenty-three-year-old man with more testosterone than what’s probably considered normal and a ten inch cock that makes itself known often. No. I didn’t measure the fucking thing. A chick in high school did. Jesus. We were seventeen, stupid, and I regretted that shit later. Not for the reasons you’re thinking either. Three months after I banged her a list was hanging on the bulletin board at Blackwater high, and what do you know, my name is in big fucking bold writing, underlined fucking twice informing every fucker that could make it through the crowd to read it, ‘Declan Marks – ten inches long, Jacob’s ladder piercing, girth - fingers don’t touch when wrapped around, need two hands to hold the beast’.

Holy. Fucking. Shit I laughed my ass off. Billy did too, with good reason. His name was second on that list, measuring in at nine inches. The looks on the girls’ faces were priceless, and the high fives from the other dudes were definitely worth it. Lou looked pissed as hell and didn’t talk to Billy for two weeks, but some things can’t be helped. Kendall’s reaction stunned me though. She smacked me up the backside of my head telling me I was a stupid asshole for getting pierced so young. That I should be careful I don’t get diseases from an obviously skanky chick that published my measurements for the whole school to see. She also told me I should be lucky the chick didn’t put a picture up too. I figured Kendall would’ve been horrified. Lou too actually. Clearly not. Good to know for future reference that they can put up with some crude shit. At the time I was just fucking glad she didn’t pick up on the fact my Jacob’s ladder was an obscure reference to her. I did do it for her after all, or in homage to her at least.

If I couldn’t have Kendall, sick as it sounded, I wanted to remind myself that she owned me. She was already in my head every day. Awake or asleep it didn’t matter. She was imprinted on my heart, and now she owned my cock too. Uncle Max told me to fuck off when I asked if he’d do my dick piercings, so Billy and I took a day trip into Boulder. It’s not like the Uncle Max doesn’t have three of his own through the head of his dick, but obviously he had no intention of getting near my junk, and in hindsight I was A okay with that. He probably would have made it hurt worse just for being young and fucking stupid.

Long story short, Billy and I heard some club whore talking about Reapers piercing at which time Billy had to pretty much bleach his brain. Not that we hadn’t accidentally seen his dick more than once, but still no son needs to hear about that shit. We got to Boulder, I handed over my fake ID in this little back alley tattoo shop that had a piercer, and I swear to fuck I cried like a little bitch after it was over. Pain doesn’t adequately describe the sensation of being stabbed through the cock seven times over. I held a bag of frozen peas over my cock for near on a week afterwards. Swear to God, true story. Six weeks of healing and a lot of defrosted food stuffs, and I was good to try the big guy out. After accidentally breaking the first three condoms I tried to get on, I didn’t think about that bit did I? The chick I was with came pretty much as soon as I got the fucker in. A+ sir, A+. I perfected my skill at rolling condoms on my dick with the piercings in, and soon it was a well-known fact that I could get a chick off in less than thirty seconds. That earned me a lot of extra pussy. Not that I’d been in need, but I sure as shit didn’t turn it down either.

Spotting dad over by the bar as soon as I step foot in the clubhouse, I walk up and clap him on the shoulder. He does something then that he hasn’t done for a while. Actually I can’t remember the last time he’s done it. Dad grabs me in a bear hug squeezing the shit out of me.

“Jesus fuck. Thank you God. I mean, I don’t believe in the fucker, but someone must have been lookin out for your dumb ass son.”

I take that as he’s happy then?

“Yeah dad. Fuck yeah. I’ll even go to fucking church if that fucker set this up for me. Couldn’t have worked out better if I set it up myself. When the stupid cunt signs some papers for me releasing custody of Lexi, takes the cash I offered, gets her shit, and fucks off hopefully not showing up ever again I’m home fucking free.” Pulling away I ask, “Can you get Davis on that shit ASAP?”

Davis is the clubs lawyer who’s on permanent retainer to the MC for a fuck ton of cash, and has been for the last fifteen years. Good guy to have on our side because he’s a fucking shark in the court room.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. I’ve already called him. He said he’ll have that shit, and a set of divorce papers for you by lunch time tomorrow. Cost a fucking mint, but consider that shit my gift to you and my granddaughter. Divorce will still take six weeks to process, but after that you’re all good.”

Taking the first deep breath I have taken in five years I hug the old guy again. “I’ve got the money dad. I don’t give a fuck what it costs either. I just want the cunt gone.”

Looking more serious now, dad stare at me with his soul sucking grey eyes.

“Fuck your money. Keep it. Buy Lexi something, but seriously boy, you think hard on your next move. I know what your end game is, and I don’t want you fucking with my other little girl in your quest to get there.” Growling at him I go to interrupt, but I don’t get the chance. “Shut the fuck up. I know you’re going to go after Kendall. Fuck boy. We all know that. I’m not saying you can’t, or even that you shouldn’t, but when you do, you do it smart. You get one shot at this shit. If you fuck it up I’ll tell that girl myself to cut you fucking loose.”

What. The. Fuck? Cut me loose? Oh, hell fucking no.

“You don’t get to make that choice old man. Fuck you.”

Slapping me on the back of the head he stands. We’re eye to eye, but being nothing but honest the guy still scares the shit out of me sometimes. He’d never lay me out unless I really fucked up and deserved it, but his anger consumes all the oxygen around us.

“Yeah boy I fucking do. I’m the only asshole around here who knows your whole fucking story. I don’t blame you for not sharing that shit, but I’ve got no problem personally sharing far and wide to protect that girl if I have too. Have you thought out what her dad’s going to say if you go after Kenny without knowing what we do about that sham fucking marriage you were in?” He waits for a beat before asking again. “Well did you?” Well, fuck me. No I hadn’t. Call me dumb, but I assumed when all this shit was over things would just come together for Kendall and I. I didn’t consider an alternative. There wasn’t one I’d be satisfied with anyway. “Son, I know you love her, and I’m not saying for one second you shouldn’t be with her. All I’m saying is ride this six weeks out. Tell Kenny the truth. The whole fucking truth, and let her decide while you’re waiting for that paperwork to become legal and binding. You know damn well that girl will choose you. If she’ll even look in your fucking direction after that shit you pulled years ago, and after knocking up some cunt, you don’t have any worries. Just think first son that’s all I ask.”

He has a point. I don’t want Kendall thinking I’m just bed hopping with her, or that she’s a rebound after my relationship with Isabella. That’s not what I want her to believe because it’s so far removed from that it’s not funny. She deserves the truth, and I’m sure as fuck going to give it to her as soon as I get the chance. I’ll take dad’s advice. Let this shit with Isabella play out. Fuck. I’m pretty sure I haven’t heard the last of that bitch even after I gave her the offer of a lifetime tonight which she begrudgingly accepted. It all seems just a little too easy for my liking. While I have no doubt she’ll sign over Lexi for the twenty grand, I have a feeling, call it gut instinct, the divorce won’t go quite as smoothly. I’ve always been Isabella’s target of choice. Her human punching bag. Verbal sparring partner. Fucking doormat, and it’s just a little hard to believe that she’ll give that up easily. She’s been the bane of my existence for years, and if I know anything about how she works, it’s that she doesn’t do anything quiet or easy.

“I hear you dad. I’ll get this shit signed, move her the fuck out of my house, and talk to Kendall. I think it’s about time she knows the score anyway.”

Clapping me on the shoulder, he nods his ascent.

“Past time for that son.” Giving me a shove in the shoulder he adds, “Now fuck off boy, and let me enjoy my piss warm beer in peace. I haven’t had pussy in for-fucking-ever and this is the only thing I’ve got to keep me company right now.” Before turning away to drown his sorrows, and the needs of his lonely dick in a bottle he asks, I’m surprised it took him this long actually, “Hey. Where’s my fucking granddaughter anyway? Tell me you’re not stupid enough to leave her with that fucking cunt?”

Fuck me drama, and he’s not even a chick in which case it might be borderline acceptable. You’d also think I’m still a dumbass ten-year-old kid.

“Fuck off. I’m not stupid. Lexi’s at Kendall’s. Isabella was too busy fucking John to bother getting her from nursery or I assume that was her plan because that’s what she was doing. I lined Kendall up this morning. Lexi was sleeping, so Kendall told me to leave her and she’ll have her ready to go to nursery tomorrow.”