One
Romeo
Ten years later.
Dad walks out of the bathroom with only his jeans on, rubbing the towel on his head. He throws the towel on the floor and runs his fingers through his long, dirty blond hair. I look like Dad, and I’m just as tall. I’m happy that I only have my Mom’s nose. I don’t want to have any connections with her, not physically or emotionally.
She’s dead to me.
“How’s your training going? Did you work on the kicks and chokehold,” Dad asks, raising his brow.
“I’m training, and yeah, I’m working on the chokehold.”
“Fuckingtastic, I’ll train with you tomorrow. I want you to be strong, quick, and lethal. Kickboxing is a good workout and training for fighting.”
“I want to get into kickboxing fights.”
“That’s something to work for.”
“Right.”
I push off my boots and leather jacket and grab my clothes and towel to take a shower.
“Kevin, I know that the club whores are calling you Romeo. Did you fuck them?”
“They want me to, but I know the rules. I don’t want the Prez to get pissed off.”
“Fuckingtastic. The Prez would be pissed off, so I’m glad that you know better. Those bitches want you, and they want you really bad, but I don’t want you fucking around with the club whores,” Dad says, pulling on his black leather boots.
“Dad, I’m not a baby.”
“Do as I say. I don’t want them to snare you into some stupid commitment. All those bitches want is to become an Old Lady. You’re too young for commitments.”
“But it’s okay to fuck other girls?”
Fuck me!
I can’t believe that he doesn’t want me fucking the club whores.
“Fuck! You can fuck the girls your age at school, but you best wear a fucking condom.”
“Right. Will do,” I say, nodding.
“Take a shower so we can go out to get some grub. It’s going to be wild later tonight; it’s Friday, and I don’t want you inside the clubhouse.
“I’ll hurry.”
Later.
“Look what I have here,” Ash says, holding up two tequila bottles and walking into the Lair. It’s the clubhouse garage where we all hang out. But lately, the brothers return to the clubhouse, and the girls don’t come much. So basically, it’s just the brothers.
“Fuck, we’re going to party,” Josh says, elbowing me.
I take out my box of cigarettes and light up. Yeah, we all smoke; it’s part of what we do, and it’s not like our old man cares.
Fuck they let us drink, fuck, and smoke.
Is that right?
I don’t fucking know; that’s the way it is in the MC. Well, Dad doesn’t want me to fuck the club whores.
Besides, all of the fucking kids do this. Yeah, you might think not, but they’re just as wild as we are, but we don’t pretend to be angels.
Fuck no!
I close my eyes, and Cherry’s beautiful face runs through my mind just about every minute. She’s taken residency in my mind, in my heart, and fucking soul. She’s not a club whore, she’s at school, but she’s the VP’s daughter. That’s a huge issue since Mama Bear asked me to take care of her a long time ago.
I shouldn’t mess with her.
Fuck me!
“Give me the bottle,” I snarled, taking the bottle from Josh.
“You two need to take it easy,” Thor shouts, staring at Josh and me.
“Yeah, we will,” Josh says, nodding.
I hand Josh the bottle, looking at my brothers. We might not be blood, but we are family.
We stay up drinking, smoking, and of fuckingcourse, my brothers fuck the club whores because they’re older.