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According to Squirrel, I come from a long line of biker
royalty in the MC community.  He says one day I will be at the head of the Devils Rejects, when he talks like that it scares me; I am afraid he thinks it will be him at my side. I have other plans; I do not plan to spend my life as biker trash—that is what the kids at school call me.

With shaky hands, I pull back the top of the metal box marked Gypsy Red. Running my fingers over her name gives me shivers. I have wanted to look inside for so long, to have a piece of her, to carry with me always.
Lying on the top is a picture of her; I know it has to be her. There is a woman leaning against a motorcycle, my dad's Harley.  She is wearing short cut offs and a tank top, her red hair is glowing in the sunlight, she looks happy. Inspecting the picture closely it looks like she is pregnant, is that me in her womb?

L
aying the photo to the side there is many documents I don't understand, looks like legal stuff, they all have the name Kara Marie Johnson on them,
wonder if that is her name
.  Being careful to keep everything in order, I continue looking for more links to her.  It is mainly papers; there aren't any other pictures of her. My chest sags when I come to the bottom of the box, now that I have seen her face I feel even emptier, just like this box.  Taking the photo I stick inside the book I was reading; I am not ready to let it go. I place the box back in the trunk when I hear a small clink come from inside the box. Inside is a ring with a silver cross on it, I take the ring and shove it in my pocket and scurry from the room as I hear the sound of a Harley barreling down the road.

I scramble to hide my book under my mattress in my tiny room that is really more of a closet. It has room for a twin mattress in it and that's about it. I miss the house we used to live in; at least there, I had a real room and some real friends. The kids around here snub their noses and treat me like chewed up bubblegum stuck on the sole of their shoe. Rushing to the kitchen, I shove my hands down in the cold dirty dishwater, left over from last night no doubt.

My panic subsides as I hear the motorcycle breeze on by our small home. The only thing that makes my days bearable is my walks to and from school, but today is a Saturday, which would normally mean Diablo, Squirrel and Betty, partying it up, but with two of the three gone, I am at a loss as to what to do with my newly found free time.

Drying my hands on my pants, I walk outside and sit on the porch to people watch. The little boys who live across the street are having a water gun fight. I've never had one, watching them play is soothing though.  The sweat is beading across my forehead and spilling down my back, three years here and I still haven't gotten used to this
Texas heat. One of the boys sees me and asks if I'd like to play. Figuring there really couldn't be much harm I decide why not, looks like a good time.

Taking the plastic pistol filled with water from the boy's hand, I run out into the street with them firing recklessly at anyone that moves. Today for once, I feel like a normal kid. I don't feel like the biker trash
that has to watch her every move afraid of what kind of hell her dad will unleash if she doesn't hand him a beer fast enough or if I look at him with an expression, he decides he doesn't like, because it reminds him of my mother.

Betty actually comes outside and is laughing, enjoying the fun with us. By the time it is over my shirt is soaked through. We are all laughing having a great time when my dad and Squirrel pull up unnoticed because we are having such a great time. 
Suddenly I am jerked backwards by my hair, "What are you doing out her parading showing off yourself to these boys girl? Look at you, disgusting, I can see your nipples poking through your shirt."  Daddy yanks my hair pulling me into the house nearly ripping a patch of my hair out.

"I need a bra, if you'd buy me o
ne, no one would see them."  My hand quickly goes over my mouth; I know that little outburst is going to cost me greatly.

Squirrel and Betty are following close behind. "Knew I couldn't leave youin's alone, knew you'd act like the whores y
e are the first chance you got." Diablo takes his belt off; I know he is going to whip me good. Squirrel has a nasty smirk on his face, I think he likes when daddy punishes me.

"Please Benji, she didn't mean it, she was just having fun, being a kid."  Daddy shoves me face down on the couch, turning away from me directing his anger to Betty. She should have kept her mouth shut, she is going to get it now and it is my entire fault.  I should have just minded my own business, never should have said yes to playing
with those kids. 

Grabbing her by her hair,
he steers Betty towards his bedroom. Curling into the fetal position I put my hands over my ears, I cannot stand to hear the sound of the belt hitting Betty's flesh.  Squirrel takes a seat beside of me; wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he tries to console me. His touch makes me sick, but I welcome it right now, anything to get my mind off what is happening behind that bedroom door.

"It's alright Sarah, he won't whip you tonight," Squirrel
's rough calloused fingers grip my arms, so tight he leaves red splotches on my skin.  "Take a sip of this, it'll make you feel real good and Uncle Squirrel is going to make you feel even better." The bitter liquid hits the back of my throat and he tilts the bottle sending it rushing down my throat nearly gagging me. It wouldn't do any good to say no, he'd make me drink it one way or another.  He presses his lips to my temple and pets my hair, pulling me closer to him, my head feels dizzy, and my thoughts are swimming, as the room grows black with the sound of Betty crying out in pain.

Chapter 3

Drag Creek Kentucky 

Grim

"What are you doing brother? You are dancing with fire." Romeo asks as we load the delivery truck for tomorrow's run.

"Don't know what you mean." Truth is I do know what he means, just don't want to talk about it. Closing the back of the truck and securing the lock, I continue evading his inquiry.

"Slim know you're fucking his old lady?"  He goads me again.

"Don't care if he does, ain't a permanent attachment." When Foxie and I
fucked last month, it wasn't in my mind that I ever wanted to travel that road again. Fucking Slim, he had everything I wanted—a good woman and a family. Now look at him, throwing it all away for piece of ass, and not a very good one at that. Motherfucker doesn't appreciate a damn thing and he has got it made.

I met Foxie first when we were teens, was the first to fuck her. If it weren't for me Slim would have never stood a chance with her.  She wanted to be my top bitch, but I didn't love her. I was just a messed up kid looking to get laid. Foxie was a kid
looking for a way out from under her daddy's thumb. Slim was willing to marry her so I walked away, thought I made the right choice for her. Slim was my best friend and a damn fine brother at the time, but these last ten or so years, the bastard has changed.

Damn, I can't wait to get back on the road again. I've been here too
long; Foxie is pursuing me, always wanting me to fuck her.  Shit isn't gonna happen no more, got enough problems without worrying about her and Slim's issues. 

"Well alright brother, fire up that smoke." Taking out my lighter from my cut, I set fire to the joint that is hanging from my bottom lip.

"You coming to Chicago with me or are you still too much of a pussy to be face to face with LL?"  I take a long toke off my smoke. My lips curl into a devious smile as I watch Romeo struggle for words at the mention of LL.

"Don't be a prick Grim. Quit being a bogart, and let me hit that joint." Romeo
has not changed a bit, still a pussy and always changing the subject when LL's name comes up. "Man, you fucking wet lipped it, I hate when you do that shit." Romeo kicks at the tires on the truck and hands back a roach.

Looking down at what's left of my joint or rather what's gone,
"And you call me a bogart. Asshole. Roll up another." I take out my hollowed Black and Mild and toss my weed down on the hood of the truck.

**

Chicago 

The ride here was a
nightmare; the delivery truck got a flat tire and Romeo about damn near killed himself. The rain was a torrential downpour. The only thing that went our way was not getting a fucking ticket and Romeo escaping near death. Motherfucker needed to change his tires before we left, thought he'd be alright. We weren't anticipating the weather having her own plans for us.  Romeo says it was the baldness of his tires, but I think it is the fact he is about to see LL for the first time in fifteen years.  We probably shouldn't have drank a quart of shine last night and smoked that bag of weed either. I hate traveling after an all nighter.

After securing the delivery at the warehouse me
, Romeo and Blaze, head over to the Disciples for a visit. LL is putting us up in her whorehouse for the night. Shit is about to get real interesting. Can't wait to see how shit will go down when Romeo is face to face with LL, after all these years. Brother is acting all jumpy and shit, his nerves are all out of whack.

Romeo takes one look at LL and the
man has gone pale. Damn shit is funny. Romeo is always on top of his game, and always has a bitch ready to pay worship to his dick; motherfucker sees more pussy than a gynecologist does. He runs his hand over his disheveled black hair, his hand resting on the back of his neck, trying to look like he doesn't care, like seeing her bears no effect on him. Sweat is beading across his brow.

LL knows better, swinging her long blonde
hair over her shoulder, her tits are falling out of her corset. Bitch looks good. "Blaze, Grim," she hugs and kisses us both on the cheek. "Romeo," she says his name in a flat tone. She snaps her fingers and a gaggle of whores surrounds us. "Girls, escort Blaze and Grim upstairs. Get them a bath and whatever else they desire. I've got Romeo," She winks and I give Romeo a pat on the back. Dude looks terrified haven't ever seen him scared of pussy before.

Upstairs I am being treated like a king.
Don't even have to undress myself. There is a brunette drawling me a bath and this chick with hot pink stripes in her hair is removing my boots.  "Gonna' take real good care of you daddy," she stares up at me with sex kitten eyes.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair, "Hell yeah you are, but don't ever fucking call me daddy again. My name is Grim; learn it fast because you
're going to be screaming it soon." She licks her plump pink lips ready to do whatever in the hell I want her to, but first I need to wash off this road wear.

Sinking down in the claw foot tub I lay back and enjoy being taken care of, even though I am about to
o damned big to fit in the goddamn thing.   The brunette scrubs my body while pinky washes my hair. Bitches sure know what they are doing. After they wash me thoroughly I stand up out of the tub, the two of them towels me off.

In my room, the pair of them join me on the king size bed.
Place looks like you would expect it to, red satin sheets, red leather padded headboard, luxurious carpet, and deep cherry wood furniture.

One of them
whores is on either side of me; my cock is hard and ready to be pleased. My head is resting against the padded headboard, hands clasped behind my head; their tongues entwine around my dick. Fuck me, a man could get used to this treatment. These bitches are licking my cock, their tongues brushing against one another sends a shiver down my spine. Their wet tongues collide against my flesh, licking and sucking every hard inch of my dick.

Taking a condom from the nightstand,
it is time to really get this party started.  I have this bitch with the pink stripes in her hair bent over, ass up, face down in the other whore's pussy. I enter her from behind in a quick hard thrust.  She whimpers with her mouth meshed to the other girl's clit as I pound into her wet slick heat. The brunette is fingering her pussy and licking her own nipple, so fucking hot. "Fuck yeah baby, take this dick and eat that pussy. Tell me how much you like it." These bitches sure are erotic.

She doesn't answer right away; I smack her ass with the palm of my hand and jerk her head back by the nape of her hair.  Growling in her ear, "I said tell me how much you like the taste of her pussy." 

"So fuckin' good," she pants in a ragged breath. The other bitch is wiggling bucking her hips in need of her orgasm.

I shove her head back down, "Pleasure her treasure sweetheart."  My eyes roll back in my head as my hot seed spurts out filling the condom. 

Pulling out of her, I go into the bathroom to clean up. "Get your asses a bath and go fix me a sandwich, I'm fucking starved." Don't have to tell them twice. I slip my jeans back on, put my cut on and head downstairs to find Blaze and Romeo. I hope LL hasn't busted his balls too bad.

Romeo is sitting at the bar nursing a beer and Blaze is throwing darts with his whores for the night.
Taking a seat on the stool beside of Romeo, I nudge his shoulder, "Who poured salt in your wounds?" LL must not have been to rough on him, looks like she cleaned up his road badges.

"You don't even want to know brother," he takes a sip of his beer. He looks miserable, never seen him this down before, maybe making him come on this trip wasn't the best idea.

The brunette saunters over, places a sandwich down on the bar in front of me, "thank you baby."

"If
you need anything else don't hesitate to ring my bell." She walks away swinging her hips, that fine ass about near hypnotizes me. My mind flashes to things we were doing earlier and another round might be in order, my cock didn't get to try her out.

I take my cell phone out of my pocket and shoot Foxie a quick text message to check on Baby.
Don't like using these damn things, but I like being able to check on my brat whenever I need to.

Grim: How's the kid?

Foxie: Same shit different day. You okay?

Grim: I'm good just got my nuts off.

She doesn't respond, but that was the point. Got to remind her that she has no place in my life accept taking care of my kid.  Romeo shifts in his stool and does a sweep of the room.  He leans in close, "We need to talk but I don't trust this bar not being wired brother.  Meet me by the bikes in a few, got some shit to discuss."

"You got it."  Romeo gets up and makes like he is going to the bathroom, but turns right instead making his way out to the lot. LL comes over filling the spot where Romeo just sat.

"Damn darling
, you got them girls trained good." She laughs and her hair falls over her shoulder covering them beautiful titties. "Is shit about to get serious?" I know LL won't bullshit me; she has always given it to me straight.

"I've never lied to you Grim, shit is knee deep, hope you have some wading boots with ya." She pats my arm and goes back to working the room.

I finish off my sandwich and nod to Blaze to let him know everything is cool, before following Romeo out the door.

"What's the word?"

"Shit is fucked Grim. LL says the Disciples are running drugs for the Rejects. This shit puts us at risk; I never would have agreed to supply them with shine if I knew they were doing this shit. Fucking cocksucker, Miller has been beating on LL." Miller is the prez of the Disciples, fuck, this shit is bad news.

"Look brother are you positive? We have to call this shit in to Slim
. Can't do much about LL but we can cut off the shine deal if Miller doesn't see things our way." I take a joint from my cut and fire it up—smoking helps me think.

"I can't leave her here Grim. No fucking way brother. If it were Red you'd done burned the fucking city down." He looks at me with clinched fist
and dark eyes. I know I would fucking blow the whole damned world up for Red had she asked me too, I loved her that much, still motherfuckin' do.

"Call Slim, we gotta tread real careful, this ain't our club, we are just business associates. Shit has to be done right
man, don't want to see you go down the road I've been riding."

"I feel you, but Grim you are one of my best friends and whatever road you're on I will always ride by your side." He knuckle punches my fist, "ride free or die trying."

"Damn, what the fuck am I road kill?" Can't I get no motherfuckin' love up in here. Didn't even get a good blowjob and now you queers are out here making out." Blaze throws his arms over both of our shoulders while Romeo fills him in on our dire straights.