MC: Callahan (23 page)

I get the kids settled over at the patio with HS and two Prospects. Peg sent them breakfast from the Bakery. All the kids show but the older boys. Ricky was meeting with them this morning. When I get back to the house it’s quarter to nine. I run up the stairs and into our room. He’s already in the shower. I smile and lose my clothes, joining him. He’s surprised but smiles. “Where are the kids?”

“Patio with the others, Jess took Sandy to Millie’s.”

He pulls me close and lifts me up so our mouths connect. Pulling the clip out of my hair, he shakes it out. “I need fast, babe.” I nod. He’ll take me however he wants. I know he’ll make it good for me. Lifting me again, I wrap my legs around him. He lifts me away and I guide him in. It’s a practiced move that we have down pat. He turns so my shoulders are against the wall and starts moving. I use my legs to pull him in and moan. So freakin’ good. One hand is on his shoulder and one on his nipple ring. I pull, getting a growl. He moves my hand to where we’re connected. “Pull that one, Tiny Dancer. Make that pussy come on my cock.” He takes a step back and leans me out, catching that spot inside me perfectly. I can’t think. His mouth is on my tit, his dick hitting me just right and my finger on my hood ring. I feel like I’m going to blow apart. His mouth travels up my neck. He bites the sensitive skin. I come crying out something. He pulls out and I groan. Turning me around, he puts my hands on the wall and slams in, holding my hips. I’m barely standing. Using my arms to push back is about as coherent as I’m going to get. He puts one arm around me, pulling on my bear ring, sending sparks straight to my pussy. My body is shaking and I’m just holding the wall. I scream out his name, feeling like I’m falling off a cliff. I feel him tighten his hold on my waist and shoot off inside me. I lean against the wall and he’s leaning on me, trying to catch our breath. Holy crap, that felt good. He takes a minute to catch his breath. “You ready to stand, Nance?”

“Hmmm.” I’m still trying to breathe. I feel like jello. He holds me for a minute longer, then lifts me off of him and turns the water on. I don’t know when he turned it off, but I’m glad he did. The water comes out hot and he washes me then him. I love when he washes me. He doesn’t do it all the time but often enough that I feel cherished by my gentle giant.

“Thank you.” I give him a towel as I get out. I’m starting to get my wits back. I don’t know how he does it, but he completely blows my mind more often than not.

“I need to get to work. I want to see the kids first.”

Diego and Billy will be happy to see him. They were worried when he wasn’t home by their bedtime last night. “They’re at the patio. They’ll be there all day.”

He shaves while I dry my hair. “I’ll run by and see Sandy before I go to Security.”

He’s a good dad. I smile and nod.

We dress and leave the house together. He kisses me, making my toes curl. Shit, I’m like a damn nympho, for God’s sake! He smiles, knowing what I’m thinking and walks to his bike. Freakin’ men.

*  *  *

All the Officers are at the table. VP sent our Security partners to the firing range. He gets the Officers updated, and Pres takes over, telling them the plan from today on. He stresses this is a long term commitment, but it won’t be an everyday kind of Op. No one questions him or disagrees with his plan. He explains about training a Security partner and the importance of the Officers training them to protect our families, then he leaves us, having to get to a meeting at the PD with Paul.

VP gives us our schedules with Security and explains the switch for next week. We each have a folder with the Brothers’ profiles listing training, strengths, and weaknesses. “Add everythin’ to the file. Patches, couple don’t test well, you’ll work with ‘em.”

We have Ops running again today, so we can pick up more of the pussies doing the bidding. Since we’re waiting for Pres to get back, I head to the firing range with little Ben and Bob.

We pass Security partners on the stairs. Our partners are still firing. We join them. One of the Brothers is not happy working with little Ben. Since little Ben isn’t on the board, he thinks there’s nothing to learn from him. I have them watch us shoot at the moving targets. When we finish the smart ass walks up and hits the retriever. Bob laughs at him. “We don’t put the kids on the board so the Brothers don’t get discouraged. They’ve had years of training and can outshoot all but the Officers. Get your fuckin’ head out of your ass and realize VP wouldn’t put you training to protect his family with someone not qualified to teach you.”

“If he’s so good why the fuck you training us?” the asshole says.

Little Ben holds up his hand when I’m about to yell at this asswipe. He looks right at him. “You can go. I’ll let VP know to put you back on the Security rotation.”

The Brother’s pissed. “Who the fuck are you to tell me to leave?”

Little Ben puts his hand up again. I stand down. “I’m an Officer in this MC. I earned my cut through the training that you will never see. I ran Ops for
your
team last night. I am LB and I deserve more respect than I’m getting from you at the moment.”

The moron swings at him. Little Ben has him on the floor with his knee in his back before the other Security even move. I’m happy to see they moved, but they moved slow. Little Ben looks up at them. “You need to work on that reaction time.”

Me and Bob laugh. “I got him, LB.”

He steps off the moron. “You not only lost your position on HS, you lost your job and your cut. I am an Officer in this MC and I shouldn’t have to prove myself to you or any other Brother. The Officers wouldn’t have agreed to my promotion unless I proved myself to them. I owe you nothing. Drop your cut and get out.”

Moron looks at Bob. “He can’t do that!”

Bob smiles at him. “He just did. You took a swing at an Officer. It’s a good thing he’s smarter and quicker. VP and Pres would have beat the shit out of you. Drop your cut.”

Little Ben pulls his phone. “VP, S3 lost his cut.” He listens. “Took a swing at me.” He listens again and smiles. “Not even close. I put him down. Thanks, Dad.” He hangs up and looks at the shocked Brother. “He’s coming down for your cut.”

The guy shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor, making us all take in a breath. “Fuck that!” He walks down the hall. Little Ben picks it up, shaking his head. Asshole didn’t respect the cut anyway.

Little Ben looks at the other Security partners. “Do you have a problem working with me?” They both shake their heads no. “Good.” He looks at Bob. “I got this. I know your schedule took a hit again.”

Bob laughs. “Thanks, Brother, running Ops again tonight is fuckin’ with my coverage.” He slaps little Ben on the shoulder and leaves.

Strapper smiles at him. “How did you get him down so fast?”

Little Ben laughs. “That’s a different class. We’re working on aim today. I’ll work it out so we can get some time to do some extra training.” Strapper nods.

“For me too. Can you set that up?” S2 says.

“Yeah, maybe the rest of the partners would benefit from it,” little Ben says, looking at me.

“Yeah, I think anything and everything we can give them is only going to strengthen HS. Let’s get to work,” I say, pulling Strapper three stalls away from little Ben.

I give him pointers and let him work it out. He’s happy he moves up on the board. “Every day you practice. I don’t care if it’s five in the morning. You find time to get here and practice. Yeah?”

He’s still on a high from moving up. “Yeah.”

“Move two more spots and we’ll get Danny to run the ride and shoot with you,” I tell him as little Ben and S2 come over.

“LP1 will run with me?” He looks shocked.

Little Ben laughs. “He will. Tiny’s right, everything you learn will strengthen us as a Club. We’d be foolish to leave anything out. This is the first time Officers are training directly with potential HS. If you get training from the best you’ll be the best.” They nod at him with face splitting smiles.

“Go get something to eat and meet us in the meeting room in an hour,” I tell them. When they walk away I pull little Ben into a one armed hug. “Fuckin’ proud of the way you handled yourself. Don’t ever take shit from Brothers.”

He smiles up at me. “Pres told me how to handle them.”

“Did good, son, with the asswipe and trainin’,” VP says from the wall.

“Thanks, Dad. I need to get some lunch before we start. Do I have time?”

“Danny’s got it in the meetin’ room. Brother’s fuckin’ crazy without food in him,” VP says, making us laugh. He really is.

We run leads from two to eight and meet at the Club. Pres tells us how many we netted. Thank fuck there were no kids today. We have a beer with Pres and VP, watching little Ben and Jessie. The Security partners are talking to them about training and their schedules. Danny is having a good time fuckin’ with VP about giving the boys a beer and a whore. I finish mine and tell them I’m out. The boys follow me out, telling me they’ll ride home with me. Strapper follows us, then turns back at the gate. He’s got me thinking he’s going to work out. He’s not much younger than Rich. He’s willing to take direction from someone younger and he’s asking for more training.

Pulling into the driveway, the kids come running. I’m glad I made it before they went to bed. I never got to see Ricky this morning. I work with Diego and talk with the other boys while they’re switching off showers. I spend time reading to Sandy and helping get the boys in bed. They’re so fuckin’ good it’s not like work you hate doing.

Sheila comes to me and asks if she can invite a boy from Little Brothers over on Sunday. She’s acting shy about it. “Of course, I already told you it was okay. You don’t have to ask every time unless it’s so we have enough food.” She kisses my cheek and hugs me, then runs up the stairs.

Nancy laughs. “Smart man.”

“I need to talk to Ricky. I’ll meet you out front with a beer in half an hour.” I bend and kiss her, then go on the hunt for my oldest boy. I find him on the back porch with a book. “Hey, Little Brother, I need to talk to you. Nancy told me Pres ripped you a new one yesterday.”

He closes the book and looks at me. “Yeah. We shouldn’t have been doing Ops behind his back.” He looks disappointed.

“No, we shouldn’t have. That was on the Officers, not you. We all knew better but hid it thinking we could handle it. It turned out we needed our Brothers to have our back and they had no clue what the fuck they were dealing with. It was a shit position to put them in and there was no reason to do it like that.”

“Why did we keep it hidden?” He asks the one fuckin’ question I would have never answered before.

I take a deep breath and look at the yard. Danny told Rich, I can tell Ricky. “When I was a kid I went through what Diego did. A grown man raped me. I never wanted that to come out, never talked about it, never wanted to admit it. I still don’t, but this is important and will help you understand. I thought people would think less of me if they knew. It turns out it doesn’t even matter anymore. I was going to therapy when the boys did. I’m done now, unless something causes me to go back. The Ops we were doing is like a form of therapy. If we can help one kid it helps me. We have other Brothers that lived through it too. It helps knowing we can do this and make it better for someone else. We took it too far and took everyone with us. Pres was pissed. He dealt with me, VP, and Danny. We were the three that should have known better and dragged everyone else in it. I think he even got Rich. I’m not saying we were wrong for what we did, but Pres would have been behind us no questions asked and we didn’t give him that respect. We all deserved what we got. You kids didn’t know better, you followed us no questions asked. Pres had to make a point, letting you know he is Pres. You’re just lucky you’re kids and he won’t hit you.” I smile at him because it’s true.

“Pres hit you? Sh—damn. Is that how Danny, Rich, and Steve got the bruises?” I nod. “How come you don’t have one?”

I laugh. “I’m too big. He kicked me in the gut. Got a fuckin’ bruise too.” I lift my shirt. “No one can see it. He’s fuckin’ fast, hit us all in less than five seconds. None of us saw it coming.”

“Wow, I wouldn’t think Pres would hit VP or even Danny. They could kill him.” He’s right but wrong.

“Pres can hold his own, and when he’s pissed he can do more, but we were wrong. It’s not like we didn’t deserve it. We broke his trust. It fuckin’ nurses knowing we did wrong. Not one of us can be pissed he got his in on us. He could have taken our cuts, but he understood too. He’s the only one that knows what happened to me. He got why we did it, but he couldn’t let us think it could happen again. It felt worse knowing that we disappointed him, didn’t trust in him as our Pres. I never thought about what we did like that, but it’s exactly what we were doing.”

“Ff..freakin’ hell. That does nurse. That’s how we felt too. He was pissed. Little Ben thought he was going to lose his cut too. He didn’t say it but I could see it. We all felt like crap. Little Ben said never again. We trust our President and if he ever screws up again we need to point it out. He took it all on, even though it was all of us. He even told Pres it was on him and we followed his order. I still felt like crap. Little Ben was taking it all when we all wanted to do it.”

“Little Ben is a good leader for you, Little Brothers. Pres is a good leader for all of us. We wouldn’t be where we are now if it weren’t for Pres guiding us and putting the right people in the right jobs. He was born to lead. Our old President groomed him to do his job just like Pres is grooming Little Ben. We can’t get so caught up in ourselves that we forget how we got here, and Pres is how we got here.”

“I get it.” He looks at me. He wants to say something. I wait. “What you went through, that made you a better man. It made you fight for kids like Diego. He couldn’t fight for himself. What they did to him, what they’re doing to all of them, is so wrong, no one should have to live through that. We need you. You’re so big and you know what to do, what the kids need. That’s important. Little Ben says we all use our strong in different ways, but together we’re powerful like the Big Brothers. I want to be like you, Tiny. I want to make sure kids never have to live through that again.”

It takes me a minute. I swallow the lump in my throat and stand up. “I want that too, Ricky. More than anything. I want that too.”

He stands and hugs me. “Brothers, always.”

“Yeah.” I go back to Nancy at the front and put my arm around her. When she leans against me I hear paper crinkling. She sits up and pats my pocket, pulling out a tampon. “Fuckin’ kids.”

She laughs. Fuckin’ women.