Fat Louise (18 page)

It took over an hour for them to ride to the prison where the bikers parked by the gate.
 

Cade had done a year himself when he was younger and knew the feelings the man exiting was experiencing.
 

The two brothers resembled each other in their facial features, but that was where the similarities ended. The hardened features and glacial eyes didn’t mirror Stud’s more laid back attitude, and Calder’s hair was lighter. Stud always kept his face shaved, while Calder had a beard. Stud was taller, but Calder was heavier. He had used his time inside to work out. Cade knew it was to pass the time and keep himself from being a bitch to the other prisoners. It was a dog eat dog world inside prison—a place where the strong survived, and the weak were fucked.
 

Cade stood as the brothers greeted their friend.
 

Stud stepped away from his brother after giving him a bear hug that lifted him off his feet.
 

“Motherfucker, it’s good to see you again,” Calder spoke as he looked at the brothers surrounding him.
 

“Glad you’re finally out, brother. Let’s go home. Dozer rode your bike down for you.” Stud tossed him the keys as they walked back to the bikes.
 

“Does that mean I have to ride with the fucker at my back to the clubhouse?”
 

Cade looked at the pained expression on Dozer’s face.
 

“Hell no. Had the bitches drop off a car for him to drive back to town.” Stud laughed.
 

Calder sat on his bike then caught Cade staring at him.
 

“I see we have some new brothers.” Calder nodded his head at Cade while he talked to Stud as if Cade wasn’t sitting only a few inches away.
 

“That’s Cade. He’s not brother yet, but he saved one of the bitches. Trying to make him feel at home while he decides if he wants to join or not.”
 

“He ride with you today?”
 

“Yeah,” Stud answered.
 

“He fucking the bitches, drinking our liquor?”
 

“Yeah,” Stud repeated the same answer.
 

“He defend the club’s honor?”
 

“He kicked a local’s ass for calling Bear a fart blossom, so yeah, he’s defended the club’s honor.”
 

“Sound’s like he’s made his mind up already.” Calder started his bike. “I need a fucking beer and to get laid.”
 

“I’ll get you the beer; you’ll have to find the other one yourself,” Stud joked.
 

“Gina still hanging around the club?”
 

“Yeah, brother, she’s still there.”
 

“Problem solved.”
 

“She might be a little tired. I left her sleeping in my bed,” Cade told him, wondering if he had fucked the man’s woman.
 

Calder gave him a shit-eating grin. “Then I’ll wake her up with a present. Santa’s coming early for her.”
 

“You sure one bitch is going to be enough?” Stud quipped.
 

“For now. I want to see my nieces and nephew before I get started with the whores and liquor.”
 

Cade caught an inexplicable expression cross Stud’s face at Calder’s words.
 

“We’ll stop by Sex Piston’s parents’ house first. She’s there with the kids.”
 

“Shit, Sizzle know I’m coming?”
 

“I told her yesterday.”
 

“Fuck, she probably made me a cake.”
 

Cade couldn’t understand why the man looked so upset about someone making a cake for him, but he didn’t have time to question any of the brothers as they drove away from the prison.
 

He thought the brothers would pull away and head back to the clubhouse when Calder and Stud turned down a side street. When they pulled in front of a house, he remained sitting with the other brothers while Stud and Calder went inside.
 

Cade’s head turned when he saw movement on the side of the house. Jane was playing with a little girl who was running around the yard. She ran up behind the squealing little girl who laughed when Jane tossed her into the air then deftly caught her. Placing the small girl on her hip, she sat down on a swing with the child on her lap. Jane was talking softly to the little girl while
running her hands through her hair. When the little girl tried to wiggle free, Jane reached into her pocket and pulled out a candy bar. Breaking it in two pieces, she gave one to the child. They sat quietly, eating their treat.
 

“Don’t go there, brother.” Cade turned his head at Bear’s comment.
 

“What the fuck does that mean?”
 

“It means you were smart enough to walk away once. Dozer almost fell for her, but he put the emergency brake on.”
 

“Dozer and Jane were together?” Cade asked sharply.
 

“No, he wanted a fuck; she wanted something more. Dozer didn’t want any woman to have him by the balls, though. She’s the type that gets under your skin and doesn’t let go. Hell, there’s not a brother here who hasn’t imagined their dick in her mouth, until she talks and ruins it. When I want a piece of tail, I don’t want to fuck Marsha Brady.”
 

Cade barely held his fury in check at the way Bear was talking about Jane.
 

“A man would have to hide her face to be able to walk away from that sweet piece. The brothers and I all like variety. Besides, Sex Piston would castrate any brother who did her girl wrong.” Bear stared at Jane with a wistful expression. “There’s two types of women men like us need to stay away from.”
 

“What are they?” Cade asked, becoming amused by Bear’s forlorn expression.
 

“One is a woman who makes you think of home and kids. The second is the kind who twists your nuts into a knot.”
 

“Which type is Jane?”
 

“Brother, she’s both.”
 

*  *  *
 

 “Can I have a Miller Lite?” Cade heard Jane ask Stud, who was standing behind the bar for the beer.
 

“Sorry, Fat Louise, I just gave Bear the last one.”
 

Cade was standing at the bar with Calder, Dozer, Bear, and Gina. Demie was sitting on a stool next to them. When Stud told her he didn’t have the beer, she gave a pretty pout that had Cade’s cock twitching in his jeans.
 

She was dressed in a cream sweater that was loose and fell off her smooth shoulder and dark leggings that were covered by a tiny black skirt. She looked sexy as fuck.
 

Bear, who had been about to raise his beer to his mouth, paused before handing it to her. Jane’s silvery eyes glowed with happiness, as if he had given her a damn diamond ring.
 

“Thanks, Bear,” she said, taking the beer. “Crazy Bitch will appreciate it.”
 

Cade almost laughed out loud at Bear’s expression.
 

“You have food at the table?” Stud questioned sharply.
 

Cade thought Stud was overly concerned about Jane drinking on an empty stomach.
 

“Yes, Crazy Bitch brought us all sandwiches from the Vegan Factory.”
 

“Cool.”
 

“Can I get a bottled water?”
 

“Sure thing.” Stud handed her one.
 

As she turned away from the bar, their eyes met before she jerked her gaze away, catching Calder’s.
 

“Hey, Calder, it’s nice seeing you again.” Her honeyed voice had his balls clenching into a vice.
 

“Hi, Fat Louise. You’re looking sexy as usual. Makes me realize what I was missing in
prison.” Calder took a step forward, grabbing her to pull her into his body, hugging her close as his hands went to her ass.
 

Cade couldn’t prevent his jaw clenching when he saw the blatant sexual touch.
 

Jane merely laughed, pushing him away and then nodding her head towards Gina and Demie. “I see you’re making up for lost time.”
 

 “You know it.” Calder’s expression darkened as he lifted the bottle of whiskey he was holding to his mouth.
 

Cade couldn’t hide his countenance quick enough to prevent Calder from seeing his reaction.
 

“Well, enjoy yourself.” Jane left the men all staring as she walked away, clutching the drinks in a tight grip.
 

Calder placed his arm around Gina’s shoulder yet looked towards Cade.
 

“We gonna have a problem if I take Gina out back?”
 

“Hell no. You can fuck your brains out with any bitch here, and I wouldn’t care,” Cade answered him. The exception being the woman he was still watching walk away, Cade thought to himself.
 

Calder stared back at him astutely. “Is that so?”
 

“Yeah.”
 

“In that case”—he placed his other arm around Demie as she slid from the stool—“like Fat Louise said, I’m going to make up for lost time. But I’m not a brother who minds sharing.”
 

“Me, either.” Cade placed his beer on the counter before following Calder from the clubroom, unable to keep his gaze from Jane’s table as he passed.
 

She refused to glance up, but her friends at the table gave him disgusted looks. Although
they couldn’t be more disgusted with him than he was with himself. Still, he didn’t stop going in the direction he was heading, despite knowing nothing was going to happen in the bedroom that could compare to the night he had shared with Jane.
 

When he had been a kid growing up in Arizona, his mother had made him stand next to her as she stood on a corner holding a sign “My son is hungry.” He had been forced to stand there without shoes on because she said it made people feel sorry for them. In the burning heat, she had begged for money to feed her and his father’s habit. Even now, he remembered the burning heat scorching his bare feet until he couldn’t take it any longer, and his mother would let him stand in the shade until the stoplight turned red. The humiliation burned almost as badly as the pavement as they handled those who gave them money, forced to endure their pitying gazes until he had grown too large to generate their sympathy.
 

Life hadn’t become any easier after that. He had taken a job in a local restaurant as a dishwasher until he had graduated high school. He had sworn as he had stood at that metal sink that, when he turned eighteen, he would leave and never look back at the family he left behind, never let himself be tied down with feeling responsible for anyone again. He had lived by that code ever since, and he had never regretted it once.
 

Until now.
 

Chapter 21
 

Cade pulled his bike into the small gas station. Looking around, he saw the gas pumps didn’t take credit cards and the station itself was run down.
 

Getting off his bike, he walked toward the open bay, seeing Stud working on a bike.
 

“Hey, Stud.”
 

Stud paused with the wrench in his hand. “What brings you out here?”
 

Cade moved closer to the bike Stud was working on. “My bike is a piece of shit. Dozer told me you built the one you ride. That’s a nice one you’re working on now.”
 

Stud stood up, picking up a shop rag to wipe his hands. “It’s already sold. I make custom bikes, but I only build two a year. This year’s orders have already been taken and paid for.”
 

Cade stared down at the beautiful bike. It might be worth waiting around for, although he had already stayed in town four months longer than he had thought he would. Each day, he had woken with the intent of getting on his bike and leaving; instead, he had found some lame excuse to stay for another day.
 

He had never stayed in one place as long as he had Jamestown. He felt the burning need to put Jamestown behind him, yet he hadn’t left, placing most of the blame on a bike that had more mechanical problems than it was worth. If he was going to hit the road, he needed a new bike.
 

“I couldn’t talk you into doing three?”
 

“My bikes are expensive,” Stud warned.
 

Cade’s lips twitched. “I think I can afford it.”
 

Stud went to an old refrigerator and pulled out two beers, tossing one to Cade. “Christmas is coming up in a few months, and I have four kids and Sex Piston to buy for. I can build you one
next. Rock isn’t expecting his until March.”
 

Cade stiffened when he heard Rock’s name. The Blue Horseman was from the West Virginia chapter, but since Pike had transferred for a new job, Rock had moved to the Jamestown chapter to replace Pike. He was a nice guy, but the beef he had with Rock was Jane. The brother was on her like flies on shit.
 

“I’d appreciate it,” Cade said, opening his beer and taking a drink while Stud studied him quizzically.
 

“You got a beef with Rock?”
 

Cade guessed he hadn’t hidden his reaction to Rock’s name. “No beef.”
 

“Sure,” Stud laughed, setting his beer down on the worktable. “Way you’ve been hitting the sheets with every bitch in the club, you can’t blame Fat Louise for getting her some, too.”
 

“Is she getting any?” Cade asked, despite himself.
 

Stud paused for a split second as a look Cade couldn’t decipher came over his face. “I don’t know, brother. You’ll have to take that up with her. I learned long ago to keep my nose out of the business of the brothers and the bitches.”