Just Ride: Legion of Guardians (4 page)

R
azor
:

“Brother, that’s Kylie Mills. She’s the mayor of Millersville’s daughter,” Bronx said before he downed his beer.

“Then he needs to be taking care of her shit,” I growled. “What father won’t take care of his daughter’s shit?”

“He may not know,” Apollo said, trying to be the voice of reason. “They aren’t close after his old lady divorced his ass.”

“Facts,” Bronx added. “She musta just got back into town. Her mom lives here and she’s probably staying with her or one of those friends.”

I narrowed my eyes on my VP. He knew damn well who “those” friends were. There was no secret how he looked at Shay Goodwin. Why he never said anything to her was still a mystery. They probably fucked already and decided to take that shit to the grave. Fuck if I knew. Everybody knew Lori too. She damn neared stalked Apollo, who gave not one shit about the brunette. I did not see good things with that fallout.

My stay in Manor was approaching ten years, which apparently is how I missed crossing paths with the beautiful Kylie Mills. She was young, and that was one of her flaws, besides letting some pussy hit on her.

Fuck
.

“You seem, shall I say, invested.” Dash, the Guardian’s treasurer, observed.

Refusing to acknowledge his comment, I turned towards the door and saw Shay approaching our reserved table.

“The fuck is wrong with you, Razor?!” Her hands were in the air, in standard Shay form. “That’s not her boyfriend.”

“I asked.”

“And I’m telling you. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. Some guy hit her the other night at Wiley’s, after she was singing.” Her hands were now on her hips.

My anger surged at the thought of her being touched by anyone and apparently so did all my brothers at the table.

“Who the fuck hit her?!” Bronx growled.

I stood up.

“Where is he?!” I snapped.

Shay’s head jerked back, and then she said, “Some outsiders. Don’t worry, the boys took care of them. Hospital and all. They won’t be returning.”

“Good.” The tension still did not leave my shoulders and my chest remained tight with frustration. Frustrated for what, is the thing that made me take pause.

What kind of man would hit a woman like that? Fucking morons.

That was the thing about small towns or even bigger ones like Manor, everybody knew everybody. So if something went down as it was described, the boys, including everyone in the bar that knew the sweethearts of Manor, would not stand for that. Especially at Wiley’s. According to Bronx, he was like her god-father.

“Yeah, well, just so you know. Kylie ain’t that type to lay down and let nobody hit her. That ain’t her.” She raised an eyebrow and continued, “Just so we’re clear.”

“We’re clear, Shay.” I nodded. “Obliged.”

“Whatever that means,” she said, then walked away.

I noticed Shay didn’t pay one ounce of attention to Bronx, but kept her conversation directed towards me. We knew each other from a mutual community event, Operation Santa that I contributed to every year. We’d had an understanding of mutual respect, so she would be about the only woman to come over at me flailing her hands at me or any of my brothers. Anybody else would have had their asses handed to them. Her friend Lori came along most of the time as she was infatuated with my sergeant-at-arms Apollo.

Bronx, on the other hand, sat staring at her walk away. Shay was another pretty woman, with bronze skin, large eyes, long hair and just (or more than) enough boobs and ass to grab. Her nights did not have to be lonely, but nobody in the brotherhood fucked with her. It was well-known that one of the brothers already claimed her, but nobody knew, except Apollo and me, which brother that might actually be.

I steered clear of my brother’s love lives, but he’d better do something soon. Shay was young, vibrant, and wouldn’t be
available
too much longer. This was a guarantee.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard, wet dick.

Fuck! Bonnie was here. This was her normal way of trying to wake me up.

Closing my eyes, I lay back down, and enjoyed the wake-up call. Eventually, I wrapped her long hair around my hand and thrust back and forth in her mouth, thinking about the blond-haired vixen with hazel eyes. Upon my release, I swear I called out Kylie’s name.

Bonnie didn’t give a fuck, but that shit was messing with me.

“See you next weekend?” Bonnie asked, leaving after swallowing my load.

I nodded and rolled over to get ready to pick up Mace, my son. I had him for the week, since Rachel was going out of town with her new fiancé, Cecil. Mace was eleven years old, my pride and joy and looked just like me. The same walk and everything. Badass in the making.

Lately, he’d been getting into trouble at school, so Rachel wanted me to take him more often that our original agreement. That was fine by me. I felt a boy of that age would really need his father more anyway. Rachel could be a total bitch, but ever since she hooked up with Cecil, she was almost nice and definitely accommodating.

Rachel’s biggest beef then and even now was that I chose the club over her. We’d been together for a couple of years. We weren’t married, but I was the VP for the Guardians in Columbia, some miles from Millersville. The President, Pete, was a true brother, and thought I was capable of running the local chapter and maybe more. He sent me to the headquarters in Manor where I served under one of the old District Presidents. Pete kept saying that he was ready to retire and knew that if I made President, I’d be stuck, and he wanted me to expand. That was fifteen years ago. Our chapter in Columbia was smaller, but he told me to check out Manor, start networking and making myself known. I did what he advised, so when the larger chapter needed a President, I threw my bid in. Most of the guys were on board, but some of them had their issues. They wanted a native Manor member to be the President. The problem with the native they wanted, Shark, was that he was a great leader, but would have taken the club in another direction.

Shark had been very vocal about associating the club with the various gangs and as they would be allies as well. This was his rationale. He felt if we were on good terms with them, we could serve as peacemakers or neutral ground. Pete would not hear of it nor would any President. Gang wars were real and it was suspected that Shark wanted in on their money.

The Legion of Guardians was a social and service-oriented club. Our hands were in everything and we kept it that way. We had members everywhere, including honorary ones. Sometimes they’d party with us and that was fine. Each guardian had a skill or job that they all performed and more importantly, we abided by the Legion creed:

We were protectors, fighters, and avengers, and it would not always be in accordance with the law. Some called us vigilantes, but we were guardians, and one of the services we provided was protection. Our membership numbers were strong, and our ties were deep. We were all highly-trained in physical combat and our connections would blow peoples’ minds.

I was a proud member, brother, and now president of the Manor Chapter and Regional Director of The Legion of Guardians. That’s what Pete groomed me for, and now, here I am. He is like a father to me and he definitely has my respect.

As I was about to pull out of my driveway, the sheriff pulled in, blocking me.

Fuck
.

Hopping out of my truck, I shouted, “Sheriff!”

“Hey Razor.” He sauntered up my driveway. “Heard there was some commotion over at
Peppers
last night.”

“Wouldn’t know.”

“Oh yeah. I musta heard wrong.” He took off that stupid hat. “You weren’t trying to be a guardian for Mayor Mill’s daughter, right?”

“Right.”

He walked closer to me and said in a whisper, “I look the other way, most of the time, Razor. I know and get what you guys do. Respect it, even. But you can’t go messing around with the mayor’s daughter. It then turns political, and I’ll be forced to do something about that shit.”

“Acknowledged.”

“I sure hope so. Phillip Mills has been in office a long time and knows a lot of people.”

It was my turn to whisper, “I quite frankly don’t give a fuck. He knows his daughter is walking around with a shiner on her eye? He’d also need to tend to that shit. He’d also know, just like you. We aren’t called Legion for nothing.”

I walked back to my truck and said, “Have a good one, Sheriff.”

“Best heed my warning.” He nodded, then walked to his cruiser and pulled out.

Great.

B
y Wednesday
, I was at my baseball store,
The Diamond Base
, with Mace. He was dusting the cabinets while I was tending to a customer.

The door chimed, signaling that someone had entered. If it wasn’t my fucking luck that Kylie Mills entered the store led by a rambunctious boy around Mace’s age.

“Come on, I really want this,” he begged.

The boy looked just like her. Sandy blond hair, light eyes, and the same skin tone. He had to be her son.

Quickly finishing with the other customer, I walked over behind her and said close to her ear, “Fancy meeting you here.”

Her stubborn ass did not even turn around, she simply whispered, “Fuck.”

“I’d like to. Thanks for asking.” I was still whispering as the boy was several feet away from her, looking at the signed baseball cards.

“Will you leave me alone? For once. I don’t know you. I don’t care to know you. I don’t like you, and my friend has a black eye because of you. So fuck off.” She hissed.

“Sweetheart,” I looked at her exposed neck that was begging for my mouth to latch onto. “It’s you that needs to leave me alone. You keep coming to me.”

This made her turn around. “How do I keep coming to you?” She said through gritted teeth, attempting to whisper.

“You came to my bar and now you are at my store.”

Those hazel, seductive eyes went wide, while her pouty lips turned up in disgust.

“Listen, Razor.” Oh, she knew my name. “Just because you’ve been here for awhile and you started a club, doesn’t make everything in this town yours. I was born and raised here. If anything, it’s mine.”

My hand involuntarily went to her waist, so I could pull her into my body that so desperately wanted to feel her. I bent my head towards her, completely invading her space. I did not give a fuck.

“Sweetheart, I own both buildings outright. My name is on the deed and the business license. That makes ‘em mine.” Her head went back, and then she lowered her eyes to the floor. Grabbing her chin with my forefinger and thumb, I lifted it up as my lips hovered near hers.

“Oh.” She tried to push away, but my grip tightened. “Then I guess the city has really come to ruins.”

I laughed.

“On the contrary. The city is doing the best it has in the last seven years.”

“Auntie.” The boy walked up to us. “Who’s this?”

Auntie?

“Oh, nobody.” She pushed and I let go. “You ready to go?”

When I looked at the boy, recognition set in as his eyes got wide and his mouth formed the letter ‘O’.

“Oh my God! You are Xander Willis, only the best pitcher Pennsylvania has ever produced. You played with the Phillies and broke records people are still trying to break. Struck out Bennie Abreu and nobody strikes him out. I was just watching a documentary, and you were being featured.” He turned to his aunt without losing a breath, “Auntie, do you know who he is? This is Xander Willis. Can I take a picture with him and get an autograph, please? Auntie, please.”

When people knew that side of my life, it bothered me. I wasn’t the same person, but at that moment, it kept me in the company of Kylie Mills. I’d take it. Shit, I’d take anything.

I saw myself crossing the line with her, and fuck if I didn’t know, there would be no turning back.

“Uh,” those mesmerizing eyes looked at me. “Sure.”

“Great!” I clapped my hands. “What’s your name, kid?”

“I’m Will,” he said proudly.

“Nice to meet ya, Will.” I saluted him. “Mace, get over here.”

“Okay, dad.” He dropped the duster just as her eyes widen at my title.

“Can you set up the phone to take an automatic picture?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“With mine too.” Kylie added.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kylie looked at me again in shock. Then she said under her breath, “At least bad manners don’t run in the family.”

I laughed again, but this time she stared at me. There were no funny comebacks or smart remarks; her eyes were simply trained on me.

“They are both set,” Mace said and broke the haze between us.

“Get in here.” I held out my left arm so he could fit in and pulled Kylie, who pulled the boys closer together.

“It’s going to be three blinks.” Mace instructed.

After the picture was taken, I tagged her hand and pulled her with me in the back.

“We’ll be right back,” I said to the boys. “Mace, show Will my card, so I can sign it for him.”

“Really! Oh my God!” the boy exclaimed.

When we reached the back, I pulled her to me and asked, “Why don’t you fuck with bikers?”

“Why does it matter?” she snapped back at me.

Kylie’s body was pressed against mine, and my hands were on her ass. Those heels made her taller than most other women, and her eye was healed for the most part and now just slightly red. My hand moved the hair out of her face so I could see it all.

She was fucking beautiful!

“How old are you?” I asked as my lips hovered over hers.

“Too young for you.” She held her chin up, bringing her lips closer to mine.

She was not fighting me. Shit, as a matter of fact, she was challenging me.

“You think because these are business hours, I won’t spank,” I swatted her bottom, “that ass?”

“Oww,” she yelped, turning that gaze into a glare. “I am too young.”

“Too young for what?” I caged her in with my leg. “For you, I’d make an exception.”

“No, that makes you a sell-out. There’s a reason you don’t mess with young girls so stick to it.”

The side of my lip curled up. “Is that so?”