Biker's Baby Girl (2 page)

It wasn’t even a gradual build up either that change, it just hit me one day out of the blue, like a ton of bricks falling from the sky, and I haven’t been the same since.

And now he was here and he was taking me away with him. I didn’t care where just as long as he was there I knew all would be well. I wouldn’t let my heart really enjoy until I was well away from this place though. Please don’t let her sway him like she usually does.

I hastily threw the only things that meant anything to me into my little cloth sack at the thought. There wasn’t much, mostly mementos and keepsakes from our times together over the years. Whatever she hadn’t found and discarded every chance she got that is.

I didn’t want to take too long, just in case it was a dream and he was gone when I got back down there. Or worse yet she was able to convince him with her lies. I couldn’t stand that, not after he’d held me like that, not after the promise of being taken away from here. I’d just die.

***

Creed

I looked at the woman in front of me wordlessly. I hadn't come here for this, not yet, not in front of my babygirl. I’d made a conscious choice a long time ago that none of the darkness of life would ever touch her again. That I would stand between her and whatever came. That’s why although I was prepared for war, I’d come here knowing that I wouldn’t shed blood in front of her.

In fact I'd come for one thing and one thing only, to take what was mine and get the fuck out. I'd done nothing but think on my way here and I could kick my own ass for leaving things this long. I should've come for her as soon as she was of legal age and fuck society's mores. If I had none of this would’ve happened.

"Did you know?" I barely kept myself from crossing the room to her, because even as I asked- I already knew. I watched her now as she fidgeted; nothing but nerves. She was about to become the first female I fucking offed. Hold it, babygirl’s upstairs, remember? No bloodshed asshole.

"Know what, what's gotten into you? First you show up out of nowhere and then you ask all these strange questions." I could break this bitch's neck. Not only because she was a fuck up, but because she'd fooled me into thinking that she could be trusted, and by so doing had put my babygirl in danger.

My babygirl fuck! There was a time when that meant something a whole lot different than it does now. Back then it meant pigtails and cotton candy on a bright summer day. Now, now it meant hot nights and sweat.

Yeah, that’s what I think about now when I picture her. Under me, with me buried so deep inside her there was no end and no beginning, and the heat of our bodies making us sweat. I shook it off when it was getting to be too much. Now was not the time, but soon.

I moved forward towards my prey, willing myself not to strangle her ass before I got my answers. "Did you fucking know what he was doing to her?" It was the flinch that gave her away. If she'd looked confused in the least I would've given her a break, but her reaction convinced me that she either knew or suspected, either way she was aware.

"Tell me where the fuck he is or you can get some of what he has coming to him."

"How do you know it's even true? You know she's always making things up to make us look bad."

Hearing her say that in that familiar way, reminded me of every time she'd convinced me of just that shit in the past. Every time my babygirl would write or call me with a complaint, she'd give me the same half ass excuse. And me being a fucking hump would always fall for the okey-doke.

Now as I stood there I recalled plenty of things that were warning signs, if only I'd paid attention instead of running. There had been so much that I missed because I was too fucking lax.

I’d bought this one’s bullshit over the years hook line and sinker. What had that done to the young girl up those stairs? What else had she been subjected to, what had she endured because of me?

I felt shame and rage fight each other for dominance within me, as I dealt with my part in this farce. How many times had she cried out to me before I put a wedge between us? A wedge that I thought was needed to protect her from me.

How was I to know that someone else would try to take what's mine, what's always been meant for me? When I thought I was protecting her I was leaving her in harm’s way all along. Somebody was gonna pay for that shit.

"She didn't tell me shit, it’s fuck this shit o’clock, and I just rode a long way. Now start talking before I break every bone in your body starting with your fucking back." I was this fucking close. That haze of rage was threatening to overshadow everything else, even my need to protect my girl from bullshit.

I could see the lies forming in her eyes before she even opened her mouth, and felt sick to my stomach. How many times had I seen that look, how often have I fallen for it? What a fucking cluster fuck. Later, you can kick your own ass later; right now you have a couple enemies to annihilate.

"Jessie's been acting up a lot lately, you know she's started college these two years past and she thinks she's an adult. Sal and I do everything we can for that girl you know that, but she's a tad headstrong and ungrateful..."

It was the same fucking spiel I'd heard a thousand times before, only this time I wasn't buying that shit.

How had she felt all those years when she’d been trying to tell me the shit that was happening to her and I believed this bitch’s word over hers? Granted that shit was nothing compared to this but still?

Would I have ignored her this time as well, had she tried to tell me? Since it had been a while since she’d even tried. Would I have been able to see the truth? I hope to fuck that I would’ve.

Or maybe it was because someone I trusted, someone I had served with and who had no reason to make this shit up, had passed on the news to me this time.

I admit now that in the past I was afraid, afraid to have her too close and that's why I allowed myself to accept this bitch's trumped up excuses. Jessie had never given me reason when we were together, to think of her as a liar. Still when she was young I’d always accept this one’s excuses.

She hadn’t complained to me in a long fucking time. It hit me in the gut then. I’d stupidly believed that things had smoothed themselves out. That she’d outgrown her growing pains, which was this bitch’s excuse for the young girl’s behavior.

Now I see that it was just her way of giving up on me since I was never there for her those times she reached out to me. Fuck me! I felt that shit to my soul before I pulled myself back, reined it in. I'll get to the bottom of my own shit later, but for now it was time to clean house.

“ Do you know it just occurred to me that it’s been a while, a very long fucking time since she’s tried to complain to me about anything. I wonder what the fuck else I missed.” I slammed my fist down on the table as she scurried away to get out of the line of fire.

Was it because I’d always taken this evil bitch’s word over hers? Is that why she’d stopped believing in me? The thought left me cold. What the fuck had I done?

How was I to know that she was lying? I believed her when she said that kids lied to get their way, hadn’t I done the same as a youngster?

But it was only now, now that I wasn’t blinded by my own bullshit that I could clearly see how I’d wronged her. How I’d made it impossible for her to come to me.

What else had I missed? What other horrors had she endured while I buried my head in the fucking sand because it served my purpose, kept me out of the loop when I was too chicken shit to face up to what was?

I’d thought it was the only way to protect her, to keep her safe from my lust. In the end it looks like I’d done more harm than good. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, some way somehow.

"When we leave here, I'm taking her to Doc Stevens. If he finds that she's been messed with in anyway I will light this fuck to the ground with you in it." Like fuck I was taking her to some other fuck to put hands on her, but this lying bitch didn’t need to know that.

"He didn't touch her-it didn't get that far...." Her voice trailed off when she realized what she’d given away with her hurried words, but she’d already told me all I needed to know.

The story I'd heard pretty much correlated with what she was saying, but I’d needed to know just how much she knew and how accurate my Intel was. Now I know.

“So you knew, you unconscionable bitch.” I was about to snatch the bitch bald when I heard the tires on the gravel outside. My head whipped around in that direction as I scented my prey.

"Run Sa..." She opened her mouth to scream out a warning but my hand around her throat lifting her off the ground cut that shit off. No I didn’t give a fuck that it was female, what the fuck?

"You make another fucking sound and you're done." I added enough pressure to let her know how easy it would be to carry out that threat, before pushing her ass back against the wall next to the door with my hand still holding her pinned in place.

I heard babygirl moving around upstairs and hoped she stayed put until I was finished doing what I had to do.

"Dee whose hog...?" The fucker didn't get another word out because I dropped one prey for another. I flung her aside like the garbage she was and grabbed him with my other arm before slamming my fist into his gut.

Her screams were annoying the fuck outta me only because I knew my girl would hear them and come running, she hated for me to be in danger. I used what time I had left to pulverize his kidneys before letting him fall like a rotted sack of potatoes.

"You're lucky she's upstairs or I would end you. Not to worry though, I'll be back you sick fuck, and next time I'll finish what I started." I moved away from him just as she came down the stairs.

"You ready? Lets go."

"Are you...?" Her eyes were wide with fright as she searched me for damage.

"No babygirl I'm fine we have to go." I tried blocking her view of the two people who were still trying to make it up off the floor, as I took her little backpack and threw it over my shoulder.

"Let's go baby we're done here." I led her outside and to my ride before turning to the other that was now sitting there. I used my boots and the Spurs on my heels to destroy the shit.

Only real men should ride, assholes like this piece a shit who owned this, gave the rest of us a bad name. I did as much damage as I could before drawing my bowie and slicing the tires to ribbons.

She didn’t say a word but she was watching my every move, wringing her hands and looking worried. “Stop that baby I’m here now, no more fear.” I could only hope that it’s that fucking easy.

I fitted her helmet on her head and made sure it was straight before zipping up the lightweight jacket she had on. I could feel her body trembling slightly as I helped her on the back of my ride, so I reminded her again.

“You’re safe now, stop worrying.” I didn’t have time to reassure her more than that; that will come later. I walked away a few feet and pulled my phone. There was one last thing I had to do before this fuck took matters into his own hands on my behalf.

“Law, I’ve got my girl, thanks for the heads up brother.”

“You end that fuck?”

“Couldn’t, not in front of babygirl. By the way, you never told me how you came to know about this shit.” Not that I was surprised, Law knew pretty much everything that was going on in his town these days.

"Brand's woman dropped the word in his ear. Seems your girl almost let it slip a time or two in the last couple of months. After she got settled in here she figured we were into helping damsels in distress or some fuck."

"She's not too far off on that one brother, I owe you one."

“You want me to take care of it for you since your hands are tied? My prey went into hiding and I’m bored as fuck.”

“Nah brother, this one’s mine, I’ll catch you later.”

It was a given I’d be back this way soon. Law had kept me and pretty much everyone else out of his troubles because it was his blood to shed, but after doing me a solid like this there was no way he wasn’t getting my help.

I hung up and got on my ride because I wanted her away from this fucked up place as soon as possible. "Hold on tight babygirl."

We rode out with her little arms wrapped securely around me and I felt at ease for the first time in a very long while. At last I had what was mine, it felt like the best fucking thing to happen to me in my whole damn life, having her wrapped around me as we headed for home.

Creed

There was a lot of teeth gritting going on-on the ride back I'll tell you that. Especially when I thought of the fact that we were gonna have to stop somewhere for the night. I hadn’t factored in that little dilemma when I’d headed out earlier.

There was no thought of getting separate rooms though. My baby had never spent the night alone in her life and I knew with everything that had been going on she had to be scared. No way was I leaving her alone in a strange hotel room.

I bypassed a few low-end travel lodges and motels until I came upon a halfway decent mid size hotel. "We'll stay here for tonight and head home in the morning." I hopped off and helped her short ass down to stand in front of me. How could I have forgotten how tiny she is?

My dick started his shit and for the first time I didn’t try to quiet him down. He knew the time was fast approaching when I wouldn’t be harnessing him, wouldn’t try to stop him from breaking out of the gate to get to her.

"Home?" Her voice sounded hopeful as fuck. I looked down at her in the moonlight and prayed for patience. "My place, Wyoming."

I'd forgotten that she'd never been there, never seen me in my natural habitat. The look of uncertainty on her face made my gut hurt. Has she lost faith in me? It hurt to even think that shit, even though it was just what I deserved.

I was about to broach the subject but she beat me to it. Good thing too because I wasn’t sure that I would be able to give her the time to get that shit back. In three days give or take a few hours she was on my dick.

"Creed, am I staying with you now or...?" I knew what she was going to ask before she said it. "You don't ever have to go back there not ever." Her whole body relaxed and made me doubly glad that I had taken her out of there.

I wasn't going to ask her about the report I'd received tonight, but tomorrow I was going to get to the bottom of it. it was enough that she was out of it now, that she was safe with me.

The fact that she relaxed against me told me that I hadn’t lost her, and she didn’t look too torn up at the prospect of living with me. In fact she looked downright joyful. Granted she didn’t know that she was going to be in my bed before the week was out, she’d find out soon enough.

I checked us in and took her up to the room, where there were two queen- size beds. I dropped my gear on the one closest to the door and waited for her to move away from the doorway. I wasn’t gonna be able to deal with her being afraid of me, fuck that. She needed to know that with me, she was the safest she’d ever be.

Life with me wasn’t going to be a bed of roses that’s for sure. I’m a hard fuck in more ways than one, but she never had anything to fear from me.

Unless she lost her fucking mind and laid with someone else. But it was up to me to see that that shit didn’t happen either so she was safe.

"I don't like you being skittish around me so let's clear this shit up right now. I was wrong not to listen to you all those times you tried to tell me how things were. I let you down I know I did, but I can't go back and change that shit. I can only move forward and promise you, that nothing and no one will ever fu…I mean mess with you again in this lifetime."

Okay so I’m not the most tactful motherfucker in the world, but she got my meaning. If she was going to be fucking with me from now on and I’m pretty sure that’s just what the fuck she would be doing, then she was gonna have to get used to this side of me.

Until now I’d only shown her my softer side, whatever the fuck that was. And that fucker didn’t show up too often. She’s gonna have to get used to the real me; the one that fucked shit up when it was needed.

She gave me her patented innocent little girl look and I wondered how in the hell she'd been able to hang onto that shit after the life she'd had living with those two fuckups. That innocence had a way of digging under my skin though and right about now that could be dangerous for her.

She still looked unsure as she looked around the room anywhere and at anything but me. I sighed and relaxed my stance a little. Can’t expect her to come around in one night Creed.

"Come 'ere." She's the only thing breathing that I have any patience with; it’s always been that way since I’ve had her. Before that in my day to day, I was known to be hard with not much give, if any.

The men of my crew know not to fuck with me, not even once, because I don't forgive worth fuck and I hate the fucking word sorry. I’d as soon gut punch an asshole as listen to his pansy ass excuses for fucking up.

So my rep is that of a straight up motherfucker. I give a fuck. Like I said, she's the only thing I've ever given a damn about in my whole fucked up life and it looks like I’d done a piss poor job of protecting her; that all ends here tonight.

When she was standing in front of me I took both her hands in mine and looked into her amazing eyes. Her hands were almost childlike as was the rest of her, except for her rack.

There was nothing childlike about the Double Ds on her chest, which were about the only things that differentiated her from a teenager. Thank fuck she didn't have them the last time I'd seen her at eighteen, or little Jessie would've been well and truly fucked. Even then she’d come pretty fucking close. Down boy! My rod was working on memory overload.

"You know you have nothing to fear from me right?" She nodded her head but I wasn't convinced. I was pretty sure that I was gonna have to regain her trust.

I studied her for a long time, weighing the pros and cons of questioning her now, of getting to the bottom of whatever hell she’d been through. I had a need to know every single one of her hurts so I could put them to rights.

No, better wait until there was more road between me and Sal the fuck, or I might go back and kill his ass while she was in the same air space. I wasn't about to introduce any more fuckery into her life, but that fuck's day was coming. "Get to bed we've got a long day tomorrow." I squeezed her hand and released her.

She went into the bathroom and I jumped off the bed and hit the door. I couldn't even risk being that close with her in the next room naked. It's not like I don't think about her every second of every fucking day, but at least I get to keep my distance. Me having to be here, be in the same room with her, is going to fuck with my program.

How the fuck was I gonna make it the next three days until her birthday? My cock was unruly at best and this one he really wanted. He’s been waiting three years to humble her; three long fucking years of beating off and second grade fucks, which were never anything more than a quick release.

I’m not sure if I’m in love with her, though I suspect that I’d been falling in love with her a little bit here and there over time, but I do know I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for her.

Love isn’t something I was familiar with, not until her at any rate. But even there the shit was confusing, because what I’d grown to feel for the little girl, was nothing compared to what I now bore the near woman. And fuck me sideways with a crowbar if this shit wasn’t scary as being in the warzone.

I didn’t really have a basis for what she does to me, nothing to compare it to I mean. As a man of action I like to know what I’m dealing with. I like shit spelt out for me like I’m a two year old so when I have to fuck somebody up for their shit, at least we were both on the same page before they fucked up.

The shit she makes me feel has no rhyme or reason. There’s no pattern to the fucking madness or the way she consumes my every thought even when I don’t want her to. Shit’s not fair, it’s like I didn’t have a choice. And that right there is why I think I might be in love. Fuck!

It wasn’t like the shit changed gradually either, no. One day she was the sweet little sprite I’d rescued, someone I had resigned myself to having in my life in one way or the other for all time, but of course in a conventional way. Then one day out of the blue, she changed and all that shit went out the window.

I wasn’t equipped to deal with the rapid changes back then, and I probably handled shit all wrong. All I know is that when I started dreaming about her, staring at her body like a sexual thing, it was time to go before I did some fucked up shit that would make her first years seem nice in comparison.

I only ever wanted what was best for my babygirl, and nowhere in my mind was that me. I’d lived a rough and sordid life, a life on the streets and then buried in war. I wanted better for her, she deserved the white picket fence and all the other bullshit that went along with it. Shit that I was never gonna be able to give her.

So I’d stayed the fuck away in the beginning, tried to keep my thoughts clean where she was concerned, that shit didn’t last too long though. But still I’d had the strength to stay away though it almost killed me. I’d told myself I was giving her time. Because once my mind was made up, there was no changing that shit. Still, I maybe should’ve handled that shit better.

***

It had been way too long since we’d seen each other; that too was my fault, my own cowardice I guess you can call it. But I’d wanted her to at least finish school before I tied her down to me for good. Because I know for a fact that I wasn’t letting her out of my sight once I’d taken her.

But now that I’d seen the new grown up Jessie, it would be a minor miracle if she made it to her birthday with her pussy in tact. She was even more beautiful than I remember if that were possible. There was barely a hint of the girl in her anymore she was all woman.

Those curves, fuck me, who would’ve thought she would become this from the scruffy little urchin who’d wrapped herself around my heart all those years ago?

'Maybe you don't have to wait, she's legal.'

'No you fuck I said twenty one...'

'But she doesn't know that, you're the only one who...'

'Shut...the fuck...up.' My conscience needs a fucking conscience, that fuck thinks with his dick twenty four seven when it comes to her.

I paced outside in the hallway like a fiend needing a hit while she took her shower. I couldn't go too far, not with her in there naked, and with who knows who staying in this fucking dump. But I daren't risk going back in there either. Not with visions of her wet and naked, and fuck me she was going to give me blue balls again.

This is why I stay the fuck away from her. If I didn't, I would lose my cool; that control I was always hailed for would go out the fucking window in a heartbeat and she'd end up under me.

As it stands, I know that when I finally get inside her it would take at least three days before I'd had my fill. Is it sick that I've already been to the pharmacy to pick up some ointments and shit to see to her pain after I tear her?

Just the thought of her sitting on my thirteen and a half inch cock with her little virgin pussy makes me wanna howl at the fucking moon. My mouth was already salivating at the thought of getting near those tits, and I’m not even gonna get started on that ass of hers. A fucking work of art!

Shit Creed, think of something else before you do something fuck stupid. Like go in there and just pin her. It had been a while since I’d fucked, not a long while but long enough for someone like me who liked pussy on the regular.

Because I knew I was going after her soon I’d cut down out of respect for her. But now that I think about it I may not have done her any favors. My dick was already harder than he’d ever been just from sniffing around her.

I actually checked my Tag to see just how long I had to wait, down to the days, hours, minutes and seconds. Seems like the closer we got to her birthday, the harder it was becoming to control my urge. A cold shower wasn’t going to cut it this time.

I was afraid even as I paced that hallway that I was fooling myself. There was no way I was going to make it three days without taking her.

Before this shit had jumped off I was able to put thoughts of taking her aside for long periods of time. I’d needed to just to get through the day, or I would go get her from her bed in the middle of the night and just slake my lust inside her. Something I had promised myself I would never do.

When I finally do take her, it’s going to be the special shit that she deserves; the first couple of times at least. Because if my dreams and daydreams were anything to go by, I had a world of hard fucking planned for her future.

It was the only way I knew to fuck and as little as her ass is I’m sure it was going to take some doing to get her accustomed to my size. I’d already taken all that shit into consideration, hence the pharmacy run weeks ago.

It may appear that I’m plotting the demise of her virginity; I like to think of it as my finally staking my claim. Mind you I’m going on the assumption that she wants this shit too, but I’m honest enough to admit that it won’t make a difference, I’m taking her one way or the other. If I have to talk her around so be it. But, that pussy is mine no if ands or buts.

For fuck sake Creed, don’t think about this shit with her so close, it’s only a couple more days. Yeah but I’ve been wanting her so fucking bad for so long now that just the thought of how close I was to finally having her was almost more than I could take.