Chapter 8 Ford
Ford
Club parties have gotten bigger since I was kept as a prisoner.
I recognise who belongs to the Dog’s Blood Crew and who has ventured in from the street.
And Lost Souls stand out like the kings we are.
Women are everywhere and the one currently sat on my lap as I nurse a beer, is running her nails through my hair.
She’s beautiful in a tattooed, crazy in her eyes, kind of way.
She told me her name but for the life of me, I can’t remember.
She’s got more tattoos than Sparky from the Willow’s Peak chapter, though hers haven’t stretched and faded with age.
Starr.
That’s her name. Starr with two R’s.
“How about we go somewhere quiet?” she suggests.
I take King’s advice from a few days ago and take her up to my room. I’ve had a few beers, I’m as relaxed as I can be, and maybe spending time with a woman is what I need. She falls back on my bed with a bounce and laughs.
“I haven’t done this in a while. I’m probably not gonna last long,” I warn her.
Her laughter dies and she comes towards me, latching her fingers onto my cut.
“Then I should take care of you first then you can repay me while you wait to go again.”
A playful smile spreads across her beautiful face as she unbuckles my belt and pops my jeans open.
She presses a kiss to my mouth then lowers herself down onto her knees, dragging my boxers and jeans down with her.
The chilly air hits my thighs, but the goosebumps are from her sliding her hands around them.
I was good to go as we made our way up the stairs, and she wastes no time wrapping her lips around my length.
She moves slow at first then takes my breath away when she takes the whole of me down into her throat.
My balls tighten and I grab onto her hair.
I keep her deep for a few moments before she starts to gag around me.
I know I warned her I wouldn’t last long, but I’m good to shoot my load already and I can’t have that.
There’s quick and then there’s pitiful.
I release her and she coughs and splutters before sucking me back into her mouth again.
“Fuckin’ Hell,” I choke out just as she chokes on me once again.
Her head bobs as she sucks like she’s been sucking dick her whole life and the life before.
She cups my balls and I’m done. I empty months worth of built up come and she takes every last drop, even then, she continues to suck me clean.
My thighs shake as she leans back and climbs on the bed. She wriggles her skirt up and above her hips and brings her tiny top down, showcasing an impressive rack.
I lean onto the bed and kiss my way up her thighs, I reach her flaming red panties and pause. I look up at her and ask, “Have you been around here before tonight?”
“A few times.”
“Have you been with any of the brothers?”
Looking away, she mutters, “Maxwell and Trey.”
I sit up on my knees. The moment is gone. “I ain’t interested in putting my mouth where my brother’s dicks have been.”
Her cheeks flame brighter than her panties. “Fuck you. I do shower, you asshole!”
“Put your tits away, I ain’t interested. You can leave now.”
“Are you being serious, right now? You won’t touch me cause I’ve been with other guys? It doesn’t bother me sucking your dick when others have done you too.”
I grow tired of this back and forth. “I guess my standards are higher than yours.”
“Fuck you!”
She sits up and yanks her top up, then pulls her skirt down. She clambers off the bed, barging into my shoulder on her way out.
“Don’t be too upset, I’m sure Max and Trey will ride you again.”
The door slams and I adjust myself and put my dick away.
The thought of going back down to the party has my stomach coiling but the thought of staying cooped up in this room has my chest tightening.
Standing out in the hall, Effie’s door gets my attention.
Nothing tightens or coils inside me at the thought of entering that room.
I unlock the door and slide down the wood until my ass is on the cold floor once I’m inside. I interrupt her picking off her nail polish. All I can hear is whoever is in the next room going at it, the headboard slamming into the wall like there’s no tomorrow.
“I thought no one was going to talk to me, yet here you are.”
I have no intention of speaking to her. I have nothing to say. And the few questions I do have, she won’t answer so I won’t waste my breath.
“Why are you here? Are you not enjoying, what sounds like, a party?”
Again, I keep my lips firmly closed. I stare at her, taking in the differences, from her usual immaculate appearance to the prisoner version sat across from me. Without her perfectly styled hair, and her famous red lips, she looks pitiful and vulnerable.
I was nothing to her. She felt nothing. What kind of woman is she? I won’t ask, I don’t want her having the satisfaction of keeping information from me. It’s all she has left, she’s going to keep it locked deep in her soul.
I sit, staring, for an hour before I drag my ass up and leave.
It’s not even midnight. I pass my room, and head back down to the party. I scan the bar and this time I want someone who my brothers haven’t been inside. Only, my lungs shrivel from immediate lack of air, and I can’t feel anything but my heart pounding against my chest bone.
Silky blonde hair with blue tips.
Grassy green eyes that could trap a man till the end of days.
A body that you could play with and never grow tired of.
And a personality that’s addictive to be around.
Phoebe McAdams.
My shock at seeing her here turns to anger.
What the fuck is she doing here at all?
She isn’t the type to hang around a biker club. She’s not even the type to party. She’s a good girl. She’s the reasons I got B’s in high school. Keeping my eye on her, I slink back into the shadows of the bar and stay out of sight.
I should have known better when Kristia Bell slings her arm around Phoebe and giggles.
Kristia is the devil compared to the angel Phoebe is.
To be fair, she’s probably the only reason Phoebe has half a social life most of the time.
It doesn’t surprise me Kristia has found herself in a place like this.
She can smell out a party like a coke head sniffing out their next bump.
Warren moves in and it’s not until he tugs at Phoebe’s hand that I move. If he had gone for Kristia, I wouldn’t have given a fuck. He’s not going anywhere near Phoebe.
Warren blocks her view of my approach and without thinking of the following consequences, I slam my hand down on his shoulder and grind out, “Get your fuckin’ hand off her and step the fuck away.”
His laughter is tight with confusion. “Brother? What the fuck?”
His questions go unanswered. Phoebe’s scream shatters the good vibes and the music’s shut off.
“Y-You’re dead!” She looks around, no doubt for Kristia. She locates her and asks, “Did you drug me?”
What the fuck?
I shove Warren out of the way and grab Phoebe by the arm. She looks down at my hand like my touch has made this all the more real to her.
“No, no, no. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.”
She tries backing away from me, but I don’t let her take a single step.
“I’m here, I’m real. Stop freaking out,” I warn her.
She shoves at my chest and I’m semi aware that Luca’s ordering everyone to get their asses out of his club. I become sharply aware when the silence in the bar is deafening.
“How are you here? I went to your funeral.” She begins to tremble. “Oh my God, I hugged your mom when she couldn’t stop crying over your grave!”
Her freak out grows louder and in the corner of my eye, I see Luca edging closer.
I don’t know if I trust him not to handle her if he thinks she’ll be a threat to us. I move closer to her, shielding her from everyone.
“I can explain. Will you let me do that?”
Her mouth opens but it isn’t her voice that fills the bar.
“Do I need to stay here for that? I couldn’t give a shit if you’re dead or alive.”
Turning on Kristia, I snap, “You can fuckin’ leave. And never let me see you here again.”
Her brows furrow together but before she can argue with me, Luca’s giving the nod to Warren to get her out of here.
“I suggest you go talk and sort this out,” Luca instructs.
Out of reflex, I go to hold her hand but like a snake’s strike, she’s fast when she yanks it away.
“Are you gonna talk to me?”
“You can bet your ass you’re going to explain,” she snaps.
She follows me up to my room. She doesn’t move from the door after she’s closed us in.
Without the scene down in the bar, her eyes are brimming with tears that she’s refusing to let go.
“Talk,” she snaps.
I sit on the edge of the bed and tell her the whole sorry story of where I’ve been. I leave out the details that include the club, but I give her enough to believe me and be satisfied.
Wordlessly she stumbles her way across the room and drops down beside me.
“When my dad called to say you had been killed, I came straight home. I grieved you. I cried for you. There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you. And all along, you were alive.”
“A lot of people grieved for me. I didn’t know I was so liked.”
My attempt at humour to lighten the moment falls flat or is ignored.
“My dad and I were so worried about your mom, we didn’t think she would survive without you.”
“You don’t need to tell me. I know it.”
“Does she know you’re alive?”
I nod. “I went to see her a couple of days ago.”
“I bet you scared the living shit out of her.”
I huff, “You could say that.”
Her eyes drop to my cut, and she frowns. “I never expected you to go full criminal, Ford. What happened when I went away?”
I snort. “You went away.”
This angers her. She shoots up from the bed and wears holes in the thread bare carpet from pacing.
“Don’t put that on me. I had to make my choices, and you had yours. Going to prison, joining a biker club, they’re your decisions, Ford.”
I hang my head in my hands and pull at my hair.
“We had our plan, you changed it. You can’t blame me how you acted after.”
Our plan. Fuck. It feels like so long ago now.
“You know what?” she mutters. “I’m happy to know you’re alive so I can stop wasting my tears on you. This is where I leave.”
She reaches the door but I’m quick on my feet and push it shut and crowd her against the wood with my body.
“Ford,” she whimpers. “Don’t do this.”
“Before you go anywhere, I wanna know why you came to a biker club party? And don’t say it was all Kristia. You don’t go places with her sometimes cause they’re shady as shit.”
“I’ve been coming here for a few months. Not often but a few times. I like the atmosphere.”
I snort. “You like the atmosphere?” It’s hard to believe. In fact, it’s impossible to believe.
“Tell me the truth.”
Her shoulders sag with a heavy exhale. “Since you died… or I thought you died, coming here was an escape. Fucking ironic, huh, considering you’re one of them.”
“Have you fucked anyone here?”
“Ford! Don’t talk like that to me!”
“Answer me. Have you?”
“No!” she snaps. “Kristia likes one of them, the one called King.”
I couldn’t give a shit about who Kristia goes with.
“You let Warren hold your hand,” I point out.
She swivels around in the small space between us and pointed glares up at me.
“I’ve flirted and I’ve had a laugh with the guys, but I haven’t been with any of them, not in that way. You can believe me or not, frankly, I don’t give a shit. Now, let me leave.”
My stomach drops. “Stay. Please.”
She snorts. “Why would I stay? We were over a long time ago. Just because you’ve risen from the dead doesn’t mean anything will change.”
I push away from her and give her the space to leave.
Just before she’s out of my sight, I warn her, “This isn’t over. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
It takes a few beats before I head back down to the bar and by the time I join my brothers, she’s gone.
“Do I need to know?” Luca inquires.
He’s asking if she’s going to be trouble for the club.
“No.”
Princess plods over and drops his head on my thigh. I stroke behind his ears and for the first time ever, the fucking beast helps me relax, that and a plan forming to get Phoebe back in my life.