Rebel's Baby (20 page)

Emily stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have her around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I slept with plenty of sluts and whores after my time with Emily. None of them could compare. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.

It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.

I found myself on the doorstep of Emily's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex she lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner. In all the years I knew Emily, I had never visited her home. Now I knew why she never wanted me over. I could have changed all this. I could have provided her with everything she needed. Instead, I kept her at arm's length, never giving her the love she deserved. And Emily deserved it all.

I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if she wasn't home? I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw her car parked outside. She could be in trouble. I need to help her.

The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Emily stood there with her long dark hair damp, and a tiny towel wrapped around her wet naked body. “Pain...what are you doing here?”

“I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”

Emily looked confused, her head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”

Seeing Emily wearing next to nothing was getting my blood flowing. I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Emily stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Emily.”

Emily closed her eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”

I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Emily, her wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But she was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”

Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. Her lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near her.

My fingers unwrapped her towel and it dropped to the floor. Emily moaned softly as my hands met her tits again. They were even bigger than I remembered and felt so god damn nice. I could get lost in her cleavage forever.

I felt down the sides of her waist and around her back. Emily shivered to my touch. I grabbed her ass and forced her against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.

“I can't wait another second, Pain. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”

I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Emily felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Emily around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.

I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Emily up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.

I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Emily's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Pain's Property now,” I murmured

Emily screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Emily was Pain's Property now.

The End

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Copyright 2016 Lauren Hunt

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A baby could destroy us...

F*ck and forget. That's what I do.

Brunette, busty, and begging for it, Melissa thinks she can change me.

Nothing can make me stray from my path.

But when a baby comes into play, I'll have to choose between my club or my family.

The sun burned bright on the day of the Sacks County Annual Picnic. The Devil's Hellions MC was out in full force to support the community—it was a tradition for us to donate a sizable contribution and cook the food every year. The Devil's Hellions sometimes got a bad rap for being murderers and thieves and this was the one time of the year we could talk with people face-to-face and change their perceptions.

Big Mike was on the grill cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. He was a fucking giant man and the Sgt-at-Arms in the club. If we ever needed to get out of a sticky situation, Big Mike was ready and willing with no questions asked. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was extremely effective at his job.

“You're going to burn those patties if you don't flip them,” I told him, patting him on the back.

Big Mike turned towards me and showed off his brand new apron that said: Grillmaster. He pointed the spatula at my face. “Don't fuck with the Grillmaster.”

I put my hands up to surrender and bowed. “By all means, Grillmaster, carry on.”

A light blue Frisbee came spiraling out of nowhere and narrowly missed my head. A bunch of kids came running over and froze in their tracks when they saw my leather cut and menacing Devil's Hellions spider on the back.

I smiled and picked up the Frisbee. “Go long,” I announced, throwing the disc as far as I could.

“Thank you,” the children screamed in unison, running away. The town was afraid of us and we needed to fix that. The Devil's Hellions MC didn't hurt innocents. We kept the streets clean of rapists and pedophiles—we did the dirty work that Sheriff Mendoza couldn't do.

I walked over to Breaker and Melissa sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass. The scene was right out of a movie. “You two look like a lovely couple,” I said.

Breaker grinned and stood up to embrace me. “How's it going, Veep?”

Melissa strained to stand and I stopped her, helping her back to the ground. “No no, lady. You stay off your feet.”

Melissa waved my hand away and stood up, holding her swelling belly. “I don't need your help yet, Dagger. Another few months and you guys might need a crane to carry me to the hospital.”

“Thought of a name yet?” I asked.

Melissa looked at Breaker and smiled. It was clear she loved him dearly. “We were thinking of Isaac.”

My heart warmed at the name and my eyes began to water. Isaac was the MC Treasurer until he was tragically gunned down last year. I watched him die in Breaker's arms. It was a hard time for the MC but things were beginning to look better. “I think that name would be perfect,” I replied, taking Melissa's hands. “Congratulations, and Breaker, don't fuck this up.”

Breaker narrowed his eyes at me and laughed. “You don't have to worry, Melissa will kill me if I mess this up.”

Melissa threw a glance at Breaker and ran her finger across her throat.

I left them laughing and wondered how Breaker could ever be happy in a relationship. Like most of the other MC members, our relationships were limited to one-night stands and prostitution. I fucked a different girl every night. Fuck and Forget—that was the MC motto. Breaker should've remembered that.

I stopped under the shade of trees and rested against the trunk. Big Mike was serving food to a long line of hungry people. Slade was hitting on a set of blonde twins with big fake tits next to the playground. His long dark hair made him look like he was from a 80's Metal band but the chicks loved it.

“Nice day out, eh, Dagger?” I turned around to find Pain approaching me. The gray in his hair was more and more evident as time passed. His horn-rimmed glasses made him look a lot less menacing than he really was. Pain was like a father to us all and I'd follow him to the depths of hell if he asked me to.

I looked over at the same kids throwing the Frisbee around. “Remember those carefree days, Prez?”

Pain leaned against the tree trunk with me and watched the kids scream and run around. “When I was a kid, my father put me to work everyday at the construction site. I don't think I've ever experienced a carefree day. That's actually why I need to talk to you.”

I shifted towards him and tuned out all the other noise. “What's up, Pain?”

The wrinkles on his face showed off his age. Pain had seen a lot as President of the Devil's Hellions MC. As Vice-President, it was my duty to second-guess him and offer alternative solutions. But that didn't happen often with Pain. He always made the right decision.

Pain stared off into the distance. “I've been doing this a long time, Dagger. Way too long. I started the Devil's Hellions MC with my friends to escape my father. Now all those friends are either dead or moved on. I'm the only one left of the originals.”

I didn't like where he was heading. The somber tone of his voice and the sadness in his eyes. He had been thinking about this for a long time.

“It's time I hang up my hat, Dagger. I want to know what a carefree day is like. I can't be the Devil's Hellions President anymore.”

All the blood drained from my face. Everything was going to fall apart without him. The end of an era. How could we go on? “But you can't quit, Pain. Devil's Hellions is in your blood.”

“And it always will be.” Pain grit his teeth and took a deep breath to keep from crying. “I'm recommending you become the new President.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. I never even dreamed of becoming President. I always pictured Pain leading us into battle and us coming home victorious. There was no way I could fill his shoes. “I don't know if I'm ready for that, Pain.”

Pain put both hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “You're ready. You've been ready for years. The MC needs someone who is smart and strong. Someone who can carry them through the tough times. That someone is you, Dagger. After what happened with Isaac...I can't go through that again.”

I gulped and nodded. I couldn't believe this was happening. My whole life was about to change. Could I really lead the Devil's Hellions?

Pain brushed off my leather cut. “We can make the transition official later. Enjoy the day and I'll see you back at the clubhouse.”

I grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. “Thank you so much.” There was so much more I wanted to tell him. How he was my hero and a father to me. But I couldn't get the words out.

Slade walked up to us. “Sorry to interrupt but we have a small problem.”

Pain winked at me. “Good luck,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets and strolling away, whistling a tune.
That son of a bitch.

Slade looked confused. “Where's he going?”

“What's the small problem?” I asked, ignoring his question.

Slade turned my head and pointed off to the far edge of the park at a gaunt man dressed in rags, smoking on a cigarette. A thin wispy beard went down to his chest and the hair on his head was disheveled. He didn't even have to tell me who it was—Lil' Johnny was unforgettable. He was never supposed to set foot back in Sacks County.

“Let's go take care of this,” I said.

Slade smiled and cracked his knuckles.

“But quietly,” I added.

Slade nodded and we walked a wide arc around the park until we came up behind Lil' Johnny.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a deep voice.

Lil' Johnny spun around and almost swallowed his cigarette when he saw me. “Oh Dagger, I've been looking all over for you.”

Slade came between us and drove his fist into Johnny's stomach. The frail man doubled over and coughed up a lung. We carried him to the men's bathroom and Slade punched him one more time while I checked that all the stalls were clear.

I grabbed Johnny's hair and pulled his head back. “What are you doing here, Johnny? We told you if you ever set foot in Sacks County again, we'd put your head on a pike.”

Lil' Johnny continued to cough, trying to catch his breath.

I pulled my black G20 Glock from behind my waistband and waved it in front of Johnny's face. “I'm not a very patient man, Johnny.” Slade nodded in agreement.

“I have some information for you,” he choked out, whimpering at the sight of the gun.

“What could you possibly know?”

Lil' Johnny's eyes darted left and right. “I heard something about The Death Merchants MC.”

My curiosity was piqued. The Death Merchants MC were the Mexicans who ran the east side of town. The Blacks owned the middle and acted like a barrier to the Mexicans. We rarely had to deal with them. “Tell us what you know or else I'll let Slade loose.”

Slade was slobbering at the mouth. There was a good chance he had rabies. He lifted Johnny to his feet and let him go. “Spill it.”

Johnny held his side and began, “I was minding my own business outside the laundromat when I heard two Mexicans talking about arming up. I followed them and listened in on their conversation. They're arming up to finally take out the Devil's Hellions MC so they can rule the west.”

I kicked Lil' Johnny in the shin and he fell to the ground, groaning and holding his leg. “Why should we believe a bullshit story like that? Especially when it's coming from you.” I put the tip of my pistol against his temple. “Give me one good reason I shouldn't pull the trigger.”

Johnny pissed himself and tears streamed down his face. This happened way too often. At least we were in a bathroom already. “I'm telling the truth, Dagger. I swear it.”

Lil' Johnny was the scum of the earth but he wouldn't be able to come up with a lie like that on his own. I pulled the gun away and holstered it back behind my back. “Slade, try and contact our Black brothers and see if his story checks out.”

Johnny got on his knees, his pants soaking in urine. “Does this mean I can stay in Sacks County?”

“For now. But if we find out you're lying. There's worse things we could do than killing you.”

Lil' Johnny's eyes widened and he bent down and kissed my boots. “Thank you so much, Dagger.”

I kicked him away and left the bathroom with Slade. “You really think he's telling the truth?” Slade asked.

“Probably not but we need to know for sure. If the Mexicans want war, we'll give em' one.”