MC: Callahan (5 page)

I wake up on his chest smiling. We had a great day yesterday, exhausting but good. We took the kids fishing and had a picnic at the docks. Church went over so we had a late start, but it turned out great. I look up and see he’s still sleeping, I know he has to leave early, so I check the clock and slide away from him to go to the bathroom. When I get back I slip the covers off him and see he’s going to be awake soon. Perfect. Gently, I stroke him and slide my tongue down his length. He makes me smile with a soft moan. Rimming his curved bar, he raises his hips trying for more. He loves waking up like this, so I work to make it good. “Tiny Dancer, as good as it is waking up with your mouth on me, I’m not coming in your mouth. Ride me, babe.” His voice is husky, sending a shiver down my back. I nip his head and slide my body over his, biting his nipple and pulling on the ring. “Fuck, slide on my cock, I need your pussy now, babe.” He doesn’t wait. Lifting me, he slides me right down him with some force. “Ready for me. I love how you’re always fuckin’ ready.” He sits up and slides up so his back is on the headboard. As soon as he’s got us there
my
jewel is being pulled by him. “Put your chain on next time, Tiny Dancer.” He grabs the other and my head falls back as sparks run through me. His hands move to my hips and he moves me faster. I love how he gets me there so freakin’ fast. My hand moves to my pussy, helping move that along. “Let me hear it, babe.” He’s got me hammering down on him like a jackhammer and I explode. “Right on my cock, just like that.” He’s breathing heavy. When I can focus, I’m against his chest feeling like a rag doll. My pussy is still spasming. I moan as he kisses behind my ear. “Love you, Tiny Dancer.” I grunt because that’s all I have.

Someone is pounding on the door. “Fuck! Gimme a minute!” he yells, making me smile. We hear a little ‘all right’ through the door.

“Let me get you in the shower, Nance. I need to get to work.” He lifts me off him and carries me to the bathroom. I love how strong he is. I’m five eight and he makes me feel small.

I’m showered and dressing when he comes in the closet fully dressed. “Love you, big Tiny.”

He smiles, bending to kiss me. When he stands up he asks, “You okay with me leaving?”

He’s so damn thoughtful. “Yeah, I got this,” I tell him, sliding a skirt on.

“I’m out on a job today. Call Keith if you need anything,” he says, bending once more to kiss behind my ear. I nod, feeling my nipples get hard. He’s always done it and my body always reacts the same way. I watch him walk out the door and scramble for my shoes.

I get to the kitchen and three of the five kids are waiting with smiles. “Good morning, Jason, José, and Billy. Eggs?” They all want eggs. I get them and some toast made and watch them eat with a smile. Jason is eight, José is ten, and Billy is nine. They are almost a full year apart. “Aren’t you eating, Nancy?” José asks.

“I will once I’ve have a cup of coffee in me. I have trouble thinking before that.”

They look at each other. José looks at me, “Did we get up too early? Leslie told us seven was good on weekdays, eight on weekends, but you didn’t give us a time.”

I look at the clock. It’s just six-thirty. “We can stick to those times, they worked for you and it will be easy to remember.” He looks down. I look at the other boys. They’re all looking down. “It will take some getting used to, you living here is new to us too. We’ll all learn as we go.”

Bobby looks up. “You’re not mad?”

I smile at him. “Nope. Tiny had to be up early anyway; today worked out okay.” Sandy comes down the stairs with Sheila. “Good morning, girls.” Sandy has a huge grin on. She likes her new sister.

“Momma.” She runs to me. I kiss her cheek and ask if she wants eggs. Sheila says just toast and she can get it. Sandy, of course, wants toast. Sheila laughs and tells her she has to help. I watch with a smile.

I get eggs and toast on two plates just as Ricky makes it down the stairs. “Morning, Ricky.”

He’s smiling. “It is.” He’s cute. I see why Sally is so attached to him. He was great yesterday helping them fish. He gets along with everyone. He even had Tiny laughing.

“You don’t talk a lot like Sandy and the Club kids,” Jason says.

I’m surprised. “I say what I need to get my point across. Did you want to talk about something?”

He shakes his head no. “Sometimes people talk too much. We have to listen to everything, stories over and over, who did what over and over. Sometimes it just nurses.” The little boys nod with weary expressions, like it’s been rough.

I smile. “Nurses?”

Ricky laughs. “Leslie wouldn’t let them say sucks, so I gave them another word that wasn’t so offensive.” He’s proud of himself.

I laugh thinking of Leslie’s face when he came up with that one. “Nurses sounds like a good alternative.” He nods with his eyes shining. I think I already love this kid. I’ll miss him when he moves in with Sally and Doc.

Patches comes for the little kids and Sandy. Darren comes to the door for Sheila and Ricky. They walk down to the front gate to wait for the bus.

I get my butt in gear so I can make it to the shop. The new girl, Heather, is working afternoons and I need to have everything priced for her to get it on the racks. It’s going to be busy and I can’t for the life of me figure out why I’m smiling like a loon. Nurses...I laugh.

*  *  *

I meet Danny, Bob, and VP at Security, then Driscoll is driving us up to New Bedford in an SUV. I’m too big to sit in the back. Bob complains about being in the way back. Danny tells him that’s always the seat for the youngest. They’re all laughing. I guess it’s an inside joke; since no one explains it, I just watch the road.

“Geek’s got them at a motel, two per room. Not tryin’ to be quiet, don’t give a fuck they hear us comin’. Tiny and Danny, Bob and I. Kick the door, Driscoll’s payin’ when we go in. Need ‘em to know why they got the fuck kicked out of ‘em.” He looks at all of us. I nod and turn back to the road.

“They left Racks under a fuckin’ truck; we need to torment them like they did him. Fuckin’ four against one, he’s lucky he didn’t die or go into a coma under that truck,” Danny says. I look back. He’s pissed. When I look at VP and Bob they’re pissed too. VP has the dead eyes, he’s red.

At the motel we go to the doors; they’re side by side. VP stands at one. I’m at the other. On his one we kick them in. The pussies are still in bed. One reaches for the nightstand. “Please pick it up so I can shoot your fuckin’ ass right off the bed,” Danny says, aiming for the guy’s ass.

I grab the other and drag him out of bed, putting him up against the wall by his neck.

“Four pussies put hands on one of ours. Let’s see how you do one on one. Get out of the fuckin’ bed.” Danny is still pointing his gun at him.

The pussy rolls out of bed and looks at Danny. “Awful big talk when you have a gun on me,” he says, sounding like he’s still drunk. I loosen my hold on the pussy against the wall and watch Danny. He unloads his gun and puts it back in his holster, dropping the bullets into his side pocket. The pussy I’m holding tries to move, so I put more pressure on his throat so I can watch Danny beat the fuck out of the moron thinking he’s got a shot.

“No gun now, hot shot, now what?” The guy moves to tackle him. Danny flips around and watches the guy hit the desk and chair. “That looked painful.” The guy growls standing slow. He’s got blood dripping from his head. Danny pulls gloves out of his pocket like he has all the time in the world. I’m smiling until my pussy against the wall starts moving. I look at him and loosen my grip. He sags in relief. I didn’t realize he was ready to pass out. I look back at Danny and laugh when the pussy charges him again just to hit the wall.

I look at my pussy. “Tell me he’s not the fuckin’ brains of your operation.” He just looks at me.

I go back to watching Danny. His guy is making a fuckin’ racket, growling and banging into shit. Danny hasn’t touched him yet, the pussy’s got blood dripping down his face from a cut on his head. He’s breathing heavy and moving slow. Danny’s just watching him. “You ready yet?” he asks the moron. The guy charges him. With his feet planted Danny starts throwing punches. The guy is only standing because he’s hitting him in a way that keeps him standing.

Without the guy beating the fuck out of himself I lose interest and hit the pussy on the wall. He slumps down, so I drag him into the bathroom to keep him awake long enough to get the message. “Can’t have you passing out from one hit.” I lift him and dunk his head in the toilet. “Need you to understand, ‘we take care of our own’. You fuck with one, you’ll get all of us.” I lift him out. “Fuck, don’t you fuckin’ flush? Nasty motherfuckers.” I put him back in and flush, fuckin’ fishermen are nasty bastards. When the water goes down I pull him up. “That’s better, but I ain’t hitting you with piss running down your face.” I drop him head first on the floor so I can put my gloves on. “Fuckin’ Brothers are clean for the most part; we know how to live like civilized people.” I drag him out by his arm. He’s begging me ‘no more.’ “Fuckin’ pussy, you never heard our Prospect begging and four pussies jumped him. You got more to give.” I lift him and throw him head first into the closet. He doesn’t move.

“I think that’s all he’s got, Tiny, they don’t make them like they used to. Fuckin’ bikers are a better match for us,” Danny says. He pulls a paint can from his side pocket. “I thought we could give them a reminder to stay the fuck away from our Brothers.” He pulls the pussy from the closet and starts painting him from the head down. “It’s Rustoleum. They’ll have to take a bath in paint thinner to get it off. This shit is great, it’s got great coverage and its thick, not like the generic shit that you need two coats of.” He’s right, the guy’s black hair is a day glow yellow except for the water drips and his face looks even. I wonder if his eyelids will open? I laugh. Danny’s making sure he gets behind his ears, neck and stomach. When he sprays his cock I crack up. Lonely nights coming up for our pussy friends. He moves over to the other pussy and sprays him down. When he’s done he empties their wallets and walks out, pulling his gloves off. I follow him, seeing Bob and VP at the SUV. Bob has a paint can too.

Driscoll comes around and collects the cans and gloves in a Walmart bag. “All set, clerk says they’re assholes, gladly took the money and a tip.”

“Everythin’ okay, lot of noise?” VP asks Danny.

He nods. “Guy beat the shit out of himself with the room. I got maybe four hits and he was out cold. Left him some broken ribs, though, for Racks.”

VP nods and we pile in. “Seems anticlimactic,” he says when we get out of the parking lot.

“We’re used to fighting on the bikes, all out wars. This was easy shit. Should send regular Security next time. If it wasn’t for Racks I would’ve considered it a waste of time,” Danny tells him like he’s giving a weather report.

We’re all quiet for a while until Bob breaks the silence. “You think Pres is right, the violence changed us?”

VP grunts. I think so but it’s Danny that answers. “Yeah, we’ve learned to fight and react like soldiers in battle. We’ve had to hone our skill level to keep up with the larger threat, a threat that uses anything it can to kill us. We’ve had to change, to protect what needs to be protected. Now we have kids that can take down grown men. We didn’t make us, the threats against us made us. That same threat is making the kids into different people too.”

I watch VP. “Fuckin’ right. Watched little Ben put a pussy down, didn’t even think to step in. Everybody comin’ at us made us better than fist fights with a bully.”

We all think about that for a minute. We’ve changed from when we ran drugs and women. We still fight opponents to the death but now our reasons are different. Instead of wars for territory and money our wars are for people and freedoms. I guess if you’re going to fight for something, a better safer world is a good reason.

“How did little Ben like riding to dinner with the Officers?” Bob asks Danny.

VP smiles. Danny looks back at him. “He’s always been a little man, now he’s growing into a man’s body. He didn’t say a fuckin’ word but his eyes were shining. I played it cool, as if we did it every day. I need to take him, Darren, and Jessie out for a ride; I need some Brothers to go with us.”

“I’ll go, felt good watchin’ him ride away. Bought himself a good bike,” VP says. We all agree. All three boys bought good used bikes from the garage. Dave made sure they fit the bikes.

“I’ll go, just let me know when,” Bob says.

I don’t offer because I have kids to watch out for now. I can’t just jump on shit when I might be needed at home. “I need to get the boys in the riding class, the old parents held them back.”

VP looks at me confused. “Thought all the kids went?”

“No, they lost their son, thought riding was too dangerous and kept them from all things MC. Only went to the Brothers and Sisters because CJ put it in the contract,” I tell him.

He grunts, “Glad they’re with you.”

“I think that’s part of the reason they left. When Ricky switched houses he fought to go to Little Brothers meetings with Evelyn’s kids from the other house. CJ stepped in on Ricky’s side, even Evelyn tried to talk to them; wasn’t a month later they were leaving,” Danny says, surprising me. I had no clue.

Back in the yard Pres is waiting. Danny tells him we’re all good and walks to his bike. I follow because really there’s nothing to tell. “Where you going?” I ask as I’m throwing my leg over.

“I have to drop some money to Racks and see how he’s getting along then I’m working at the construction office; I got a pile of shit to deal with because I took so many days off.”

I nod. “Heading to the office too, fuckin’ paperwork.” He throws chin and rides away.