4. Zeus
“Hey, what y’all doing in here?” I asked when I walked into the living room of my parents’ house.
They were all cuddled up on the couch. I loved to see them like that. It was annoying at times to see them act like lovestruck teenagers, but I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way. Hell, they could be around here like Aaron’s and Jennifer’s stupid asses.
She was still doing stupid shit around Charlotte. Word on the street was that she had the Kitty bitches jump some girl that Aaron fucked with. That shit made no sense because he was fucking most, if not all the kitty bitches. Who did she have to jump them?
My mama kissed her teeth. “Boy, stop acting like you care what we’re doing. You’re lil best friend, girlfriend is in her room. She got a doctor’s appointment today, so you can take her.”
“First, she’s not my girlfriend, yet. Second, I know she does. That’s why I’m here.”
My father tittered. “Diekdíkise ti gynaíka sou, gie (Claim your wife, son).”
“Xéreis ídi, Pateroúlis (You already know, Daddy).”
My father knew me well because he raised us all to go after what we wanted with enthusiasm. At Drag the Streets , when I saw Dindi from the back when Jennifer was pushing her ass, I felt a tingle or some shit. I thought it was just the good man in me who was a protector. When I walked into the hospital when it was time for me to pick her up, I knew that it was something more. I came into the initial situation of getting to know her with the assumption that she was shy. Her flirtatious ass taught me never to assume. I knew that, but sometimes you needed to be reminded.
“I’m going to take her to the doc to make sure she straight with her ankle. Her lil ass doesn’t like to use those damn crutches. Her ass is hardheaded as hell,” I said with a huff.
Dindi was stubborn as hell and secretive. To this day, she hadn’t told any of us what the real deal was with her beef with Jennifer. Deflection was real with her. Since she’d been here, she had her cochlear on more because as Greeks, hell, and blacks, we talked a fucking lot, and her ass was nosy. She hated it when we got into a good conversation and started moving around. It made it hard for her to read lips.
She still didn’t speak much around all of us, but she did around my sisters and me. Her voice was sexy to me, as it should have been, because she was for me. We chilled every day when I wasn’t handling club or brewery business. Daily, I dug more and more into who she was, but I could tell there were things that she wasn’t ready to tell me. Things like what the fuck she did for a living. She told me that she was a consultant. A consultant of or for what?
My parents and I talked about what else my afternoon plans with Dindi held, when we heard movement behind us. I turned my body with narrow eyes. Here came Jin without her crutches and a hobble. “Jin, where are your crutches?”
She looked down at her phone, typed something, then turned it so that I could read it. This was what she chose to do when she didn’t want to talk, but the person didn’t know sign language. I don’t need the crutches anymore, Zee. I’m fine.
“I’m not about to play with you,” I said before I walked over to scoop her into my arms. “You act like that boot means you can do everything.”
No, I didn’t need to carry her, but right now, this was how I could have her in my arms. I chuckled when she rolled her eyes. She could roll her pretty brown eyes, but I bet she wrapped her arms around my neck. “We’ll talk to y’all later,” I shouted over my shoulder as I left my parents’ house.
After we were both in my truck, Jin spoke. “Zee, I need to go to my house to get more stuff since Mrs. Laverne has insisted that I stay a little longer. How long do friendly kidnaps last?”
My answer to her question was a boisterous laugh. My mamá was serious about this friendly kidnapping bullshit. I fussed about Jin doing too much on her ankle. The reality was that she could have probably gone back to her house two weeks ago. In the beginning, Mamá harped on that it would take up to eight weeks for her ankle to heal. Now at week ten, I wondered what the excuse was.
“You know I don’t know. I’m sure if you really want to go home, you can.” I side-eyed her for a second before I put my eyes back on the road. “Something tells me that you like being here.”
She could act like she wanted to go home, but I knew what was up. Hell, her cousin, Melody, flew in a few weeks ago and stayed with her for a week. We all thought that she was cool as hell, especially Poseidon. Melody and Dindi had the same flirtatious spirit.
“Shut up, Zee. I just don’t want to hurt Mrs. Laverne’s feelings. Plus, your mom and dad can cook, cook.” She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders.
I didn’t bother to address her bullshit comment about not hurting my mama’s feelings. Mamá told her last week that whenever Dindi was comfortable that she could call her Mama Verne. Dindi was going to fuck around and find herself moved in with my parents. It was crazy that my siblings and I had been out of the house for umpteen years, but our mama still seemed to suffer from empty nest syndrome. Dindi staying there filled that for her and surprisingly, our bampás.
We rode in silence for a while before Jin broke it. “Did you, your brothers, and sisters get teased in school because of being named after Greek gods when most would look at you and just see black kids with ‘good hair’ as they say?” That was random as hell.
“Um, nah. I mean, if they did, it wasn’t in our face. With it being so many of us, no one was trying to fuck with us. Plus, all of us knew how to fight because my father had all of us in mixed martial arts for as long as I can remember. We all still practice at the Leotas gyms. Also, we have all been taught to handle firearms since we were roughly twelve years old. You gotta stay dangerous so that you can remain safe.”
I felt her eyes on me as we pulled into the parking lot of the medical plaza. My entire family knew how to be about that action if it was necessary. That trait came from both sides. There was no way that my ancestors on my mama’s side could have successfully thrived in an illegal business during the prohibition without being with the shits. They had the laws, other competitors, and thieves against them.
On my father’s side, it wasn’t easy for my grandfather, who started the Mount Olympus Riders. The club began with all Greek riders. After a few years of establishment, it was integrated with African-Americans and Hispanics. The Basil men loved melanated women, and with those women came their melanated families. There, of course, were some Greeks who hated the “muddying” of our blood. It’d been said that if I didn’t marry and procreate with a Greek woman that my Greek lineage would be completely wiped out. I felt otherwise because as long as I instilled the culture into my children, Greek would always be a part of them.
“Come on so this doctor can tell you to sit on your ass somewhere,” I said once I opened the passenger door to get Jin out after I parked.
She signed something, knowing that I wouldn’t know what the fuck she said. She did that when she wanted to talk shit silently, but at the same time boldly. She was turned to the side with her legs hanging out of the door. I took the initiative to use my hands to spread her legs apart, then stepped in between them. I put my face so close to hers that our lips could have touched.
I spoke just loud enough to make sure that she could hear me. “You’re big and bad. Say that shit with ya words, Jin. Stop playing with me.”
The look in her eyes was unreadable until it was. When her lips connected to mine, my brow arched. My hand cuffed the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. My tongue entered her mouth like a welcomed guest soon to be tenant. Fuck! When my dick started to harden, I pulled back.
“Was that enough words for you?” Dindi’s voice was low.
I gazed at her for a moment before I responded. “I feel like you’re trying to get fucked.”
“Why try when you can just do?” she said, not breaking our stare. Oh shit!
I took a step back so that I could lift her out of the seat to place her on her feet. “Come on so we can get the fuck out of here. I got something for that ass after this.”
Dindi’s doctor told us that her ankle was healing nicely. He wanted her to keep the boot on for another week before she could take it off. Her ribs had healed a while ago, so she was good there.
“Jin, don’t drop that fuckin’ leg again.”
She talked all that sexy shit but had a hand on my abs, trying to push me back out of her tight pussy. Yeah, it was just like that. After her appointment, I brought her to my house so we could get acquainted at the level that I really wanted to be. Like before, she initiated shit with wrapping her lips around my dick. I’d had my dick sucked a thousand times over, but there was something about the way she did it. I wouldn’t even say that it was the best skillfully, but it may have been because of how I felt about her.
“Zee. Zee. Oh God! It’s so deep.” Her words came out accompanied by a moan.
Dindi’s body was perfect. I was an inked-up man, but my baby only had two tattoos. On her left clavicle, there was the name Harmony Kadence with hearts floating around it. The second tattoo was the most interesting. It was an upward trail of musical notes that started right below her panty line. It trailed up the left side of her stomach, around her hips, across and up her back, then over her shoulder, ending at her right clavicle where a violin sat. It was sexy as fuck.
One of my hands held up her leg with the boot on it, and the other hand gripped a handful of her breast while I stroked her at different angles to learn her insides. I placed my lips on hers. We passionately kissed as she circled her hips under me, and I caught the beat. I moved my lips to her ear. In a low tone, I said, “You’re mine, Jin, and I’m yours.”
“Yes, I’m yours. You’re mine, Zee,” she moaned back to me. I hope she knew what that meant.
It would be no sense, loyalty, and love when it came to her. Once it became public knowledge that she was mine, she would be protected by hundreds of Mount O Riders and anyone that was loyal to us. I was the Prez; therefore, Dindi was Madam Prez. I hope she is willing to learn how to ride a motorcycle. If not, that was cool too. I kissed her violin tattoo.
“Fuck!” She yelled out, and her pussy wet my dick up for the third time since I’d been in her.
When her shit tightened around my dick, it was my turn to shout fuck! I had to snatch myself out of her quickly because I damn sure didn’t strap up. That shit was irresponsible as fuck. We were gonna have to have that whole adult conversation about babies and shit. At my age, I was ready to have children. I just wanted to make sure that it was with my person. In my gut, Dindi Aria Paulson was my person.
I looked down at her as her chest rose and fell rapidly. The sweat beads on her forehead glistened. I climbed from the bed to get a washcloth to clean her stomach off. She told me to grab one of her bags out of my truck because she wanted to take a shower. By the time that I put my clothes back on, went to my truck to get the bag she wanted, and came back into my bedroom, she was in the shower already. It was instinct to join her.
She moaned when my arms wrapped around her from behind. I looked at her implant to make sure it was on. She showed me a while ago how to tell when I asked her. “I need you to get on birth control, baby.”
She nodded, then said, “Okay.”
I lifted her, put her back against the wall, then set her on my dick. I fucked the shit out of her against the wall. Yeah, she was going to have to get on birth control because that would be the last time that I pulled out.
After the shower sex and actual shower, we both got dressed, then went back to my parents’ house. They left a note telling whoever saw it that they went to lunch and would be back to cook dinner. I planned to chill with my baby, until I got a text to come to the Wheat House. I knew it was some bullshit if they wanted me there.
“I have to make a run, but I’ll be back,” I told her.
She smiled from her seat on the couch next to me. “Ok. I’m going to take a nap.”
I cuffed the back of her neck with my hand to pull her lips to mine. She deepened the kiss. I mumbled against her lips. “See you in a bit, Madam Prez.”
I took a couple more minutes to make sure that she had everything that she needed before I left. The Wheat House was a warehouse that we owned. We had a few warehouses where we held and processed wheat. However, only one was called the Wheat House. The wheat there was for show only.
From our compound, The Wheat House was almost forty-five minutes in my car. I chose to ride my bike out there since it was a nice ass day. When I pulled up to the compound, I saw Hades’s, Meliseus’s, and Arke’s bikes. When a person became a Mount O Rider, they were given the name of a deity as their rider name based on their job or personality.
Arke was Hades right hand. He was known as the messenger of the club. His career was marketing; therefore, he handled the branding of our club and businesses. He also handled shit with Hades when other kinds of messages needed to be sent or heard, much like what more than likely was about to happen. Poseidon’s bike pulled up right as I got off my bike.
I waited until he got off his bike to speak. “I didn’t realize you were back in town. You had business in Cali, right?” I asked with an arched brow.
My brother had never had any business in California until after Melody visited. All of a sudden, he had business there. I immediately called bullshit, but that wasn’t my business. He glanced at me sideways. “Shut up,” he said with a titter before he came over to dap me.
After we greeted each other, we made our way into the warehouse. Meliseus was at the front door waiting for us. His family moved here from New York when my parents did. Their business was honey and bees. Many of our beer and alcohol recipes consisted of honey. Their bee farms were what supplied the honey.
“What’s going on, Zeus and Poseidon?” He dapped both of us. We followed him to the back of the warehouse.
Once we walked into the room, we saw two dudes chained up from the ceiling. It was obvious that Hades and Arke had their rounds with them. “What do we have here?” Poseidon asked as he walked closer.
“Here, my brothers, we have two thieves. They thought it was smart to try to rob Aphaea’s dispensary. Caught her when she was bringing the baby in the shop to wait for her nanny and beat her up.” Hades’s voice was eerie. His eyes had that darkness that brought everyone pause.
Aphaea was one of our members who owned a weed dispensary that we were silent partners in. Her husband was killed in the line of duty when she was six months pregnant with their second child. He wasn’t a rider, but he was supportive of our club. If there was one thing that I couldn’t stand, it was a woman beater.
“Man, we didn’t know she would be there. The store was supposed to be closed,” one of the dudes grumbled out. “It was supposed to be closed.”
I walked over to the table that had Hades’s tools. The pipe was all that I needed right now. The other dude was knocked out, and I didn’t think that was fair. He should be included in this conversation. I dug into my All-American college baseball skills bag to swing a nice one at his leg, to wake his ass up. He yelled out in agony when the metal pipe connected to his shin.
“Wake the fuck up, pussy boy!” I didn’t want the other young pussy boy to feel left out, so I delivered a swing to his shin as well. “Now y’all twinning, bitches.”
Both of them cried like toddlers. “Please, she had a gun. What were we supposed to do?”
“How about not rob the place to begin with, dumb fucks!” Poseidon finally spoke up.
Out of the three of us, he was the least likely to get overly amped. He was also the one to snap your neck spontaneously, then go have an acai bowl like that shit never happened.
“Prez, what you want the outcome to be for this situation?” Hades asked.
It was unfortunate that these two were known jack boys. I was surprised that no one had taken them out by now. They’d been known to rob people, retail stores, and partake in home invasions. “We haven’t done community service this quarter. I think this will be a good start.” I glanced up at the two fuckas hanging. “It will be a part of our ‘keep the community safe’ initiative.
“Arke and Meliseus, can y’all handle this, or y’all need Hades? Our parents want us home for dinner.”
I was sure that my brother put in most of the work before we got here. His ass didn’t need to be here until the end. “Yeah, we got this shit. Make sure Mama saves us a plate, man.”
Hades patted Arke on the shoulder. “Man, come through after y’all are done here and cleaned up.” He looked back at the two men hanging from the ceiling. “Good journey to hell, bitches.”
Just like that, Hades, Poseidon, and I were out of The Wheat House, on our bikes, and back on the road to our family’s compound. There was nothing like riding with my brothers when it was just us. It was cool to ride with the club, but it was a different bonding experience when it was just the Basil brothers. We slipped seamlessly in and out of the lanes. North Carolina had a helmet law, but that was fine since we had Bluetooth communicators in our helmets.
It felt like it took no time to get back to the compound. Hestia’s and Hera’s cars were in the roundabout driveway. My brothers and I approached the front door together. We all stopped short at the sound of a piano. “What the fuck is that?” Poseidon asked.
As soon as Hades opened the front door, Hestia popped her ass from around a pillar in the foyer. “Zeus, did you know she could play like that? She’s playing that shit with her implant off, Bro! I yelled her name a few minutes ago, and she didn’t hear me.”
I stood there stuck as I watched my baby play the grand piano that sat at the back end of the foyer. She wasn’t just playing though. It was on some professional type of shit. It was so fucking beautiful. Dindi was such a complex person with so many walls to knock down. I planned to knock down every one of them too.
“No, I had no idea that she played. Fuck, Madam Prez is beautiful.”
My brothers’ and sisters’ heads snapped in my direction. Like they were a damn choir or Soulja Boy, they said in unison, “Madam Prez!”