Dayanara Chapter 5 #3
“In our Dublin Falls chapter, we have Bandit and Coyote. They’re together as a gay couple.
Well, technically, Bandit is gay, and Coyote is bisexual.
Then there’s Steel, Hammer, and Regan. They’re the same as what we’d be.
The last one is Tiger, Thorn, and Neriah.
The guys are intimate with each other and with Neriah.
These pairings are accepted by their chapter, ours, and all the other clubs and non-clubs we’re friends with.
No one cares who you sleep with, as long as everyone is happy, legal-aged, and we’re not doing anything illegal,” Predator elaborated.
Suffice it to say, I was blown away. I’d been under the impression that motorcycle clubs were rigid and very conservative in their views.
Hell, having non-Caucasian members was enlightened by many clubs’ standards.
Bylaws were chauvinistic and prejudiced in many ways.
Or so I’d heard. The idea that the Warriors and their friends weren’t boggled the mind.
In the military, it wasn’t widely accepted.
“Okay, so your friends and club will accept us. What about society in general? You know, most people will say shit and possibly get ugly. Can you deal with that?” I asked.
“The question is, does what others think outside our family and friends matter? Our answer is hell no. What about you?” Stalker countered.
“I have thick skin. I never cared what others thought of me. But what about family? Do you have any? Jessup will be a hard sell. He’ll pitch a fit. Breezy, I don’t believe she’ll care as long as I’m happy,” I warned them.
“The only real family I have is my mom. She lives in Arizona with my stepdad. I have a younger half-brother, ten years my junior. I’m thirty-three.
We rarely speak. They don’t come to visit.
They disagree with my life choices. I can’t stand my stepdad.
He’s a sanctimonious prick,” Stalker informed me.
I glanced over at Predator. He grimaced.
“I have my dad, mom, and two younger brothers in Chicago. However, I don’t have a lot to do with them.
I love them, but things are strained because I chose this life over following in Dad’s footsteps.
My family is what you’d call a…crime family.
They make their living by doing many illegal things that I disagree with.
I got away from that life, and I want nothing to do with it,” he admitted.
“So you have a mobster family. Are they the stereotypical Italian kind?” I asked, smiling so there was no sting.
Predator grinned. “With the last name of Sabatelli, there’s no other choice than Italian. They’re not high-ranking or a large Mafia. More into crimes without being super organized.”
When he finished, we sat there in silence.
They were watching my face. I knew they were waiting for me to either give them the green light or say no.
I was beyond tempted. As scary as the thought of committing to two men was, the bigger scare for me was saying yes to any man.
I’d had a few relationships, but they hadn’t held up.
Most couldn’t handle how independent I was.
Or that I had opinions and they couldn’t dictate everything I did or didn’t do.
However, it was crazy to admit that these two elicited more desire to know them and for sex than any of my past ones.
Plus, there was my secret. Something I hadn’t told anyone, not even my family.
If I were entering into this with them, especially in light of what their club was about to do, I knew I had to tell them. It was that thought that terrified me.
“Dayanara, if you need time to think, we understand. It’s a lot to be hit with at once.
Or if you’re hesitating because you prefer one of us over the other, then just tell us.
Waiting will only make it worse. If you know outright that this is something you’re not interested in pursuing, say it,” Predator stated flatly.
“No, it’s not that I’m saying no way. As for liking one of you more, that’s not it either.
I find both of you interesting, fun to be around, and definitely sexy, which is a first for me to desire two guys at once.
It’s kinda scary jumping into something like this, but I’ve never been a coward.
If I had been, I would’ve never survived the Marines.
I’d hate to say yes and then find out that I can’t do it. ”
I ended it there. I wanted to see what they had to say. Depending on what it was, I would determine whether to continue. Each of them took one of my hands in theirs. They wore such sincere expressions.
“There’s always a possibility that it might not work out, but if we give it an honest try, commit to not giving up at the first obstacle we run into, then I believe we can make it,” Predator told me.
“And as for love, while we haven’t known each other long enough for that to be there, we feel more for you than mere physical desire.
We’re protective in a way that exceeds how we are with others within the club.
We think about you all the time. Worry if you’re doing okay.
That hasn’t happened with a woman and me before,” Stalker confessed.
“Me either,” Predator chimed in.
Before this got any deeper, I had to tell them. If I didn’t, and later it came out and they couldn’t handle it, it would destroy all three of us.
Taking a deep breath, I started, “Before we go any further, and make a final commitment one way or the other, I need to tell you something. If it changes your mind, please say so. It won’t hurt my feelings.” The last bit was a lie.