Chapter Five
Bones (19)
She’s been here for six months now; summer is coming to an end and the other girls have been either returned to their families or have made the necessary arrangements. It took a while, but we were finally able to get them back to their rightful places. She’s the only one left. She still won’t tell anyone about her parents or where she’s from, but she’s slowly opening up about what’s happened to her. Just little bits and pieces. As her trust slowly grows, to see her become more of the kid she was never allowed to be, it’s beautiful to see.
I know now that this is the only life she’s ever known, well, being trafficked that is. She was really young when she was first sold and can’t remember much of anything before that. Hearing her talk about it in that flat way of hers, the emptiness of just stating facts, like the sky is blue and the grass is green, cracks my heart in my chest. I wonder if she’ll ever feel comfortable enough to fully open up to me.
Speaking of… Beth comes struttin’ into the kitchen, her chin up. She’s able to look us in the eye these days and I love the look in her eyes. Every day her strength and confidence grows. “Morning,” she smiles as she makes her way over to the coffee maker to pour herself a large cup.
“Little young for coffee, ain’t yah.” I joke, I love givin’ her shit. Especially now because she only hesitates slightly before dishin’ it right back. She turns around and huffs as she raises an eyebrow at me while pursin’ her lips to show me she ain’t havin’ none of it this morning. I just give her a cheeky grin.
“Can you at least wait to be a pain in my ass until I’ve had my coffee. At this point it’s the only thing keeping you alive.” Her nose crinkles adorably and I can’t help but laugh at her threat.
“Oh, princess, you love me too much to kill me.” I toss her a wink that is met with a blank unamused face as she adds her cream and sugar.
“You wish, playboy.” She rolls her eyes. It’s an ongoing joke between us. She calls me playboy cuz all the sweet butts are all over my dick all the time and I call her princess because she seems to have all the big, bad bikers wrapped around her lil’ finger. The rest of the guys have come to think of her as a pseudo daughter. Her and Elana have become a lot closer too. She still has a lot to overcome and work through, no doubt, but she’s showing daily that she won’t let her trauma hold her back. She’s remarkable—not that I’d tell her that—and I can’t help but admire her for it. “Plus, today’s my sixteenth birthday.” She tosses in there, like she just said she’d take the vegetable medley with dinner and not dropped a major bomb.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” My voice comes out louder than I’d intended, and she takes an involuntary step back. She may trust us not to beat the shit outta her but she’s still skittish.
“Sorry,” I mumble. She offers an awkward smile and I know she’s embarrassed of her automatic response.
“Yeah, I mean I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’ve never celebrated it before, so…” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but that’s exactly why it is.
“Hell, yeah it is. Oh, princess we are goin’ all out!” I whoop as I stand from my spot at the kitchen table where I was eating a bowl of cereal and head out to the bar where most of the guys are millin’ around before work. “Party tonight boys!” I yell, knowin’ it’s not really my place but also knowing the guys aren’t goin’ to turn down a reason to party either.
“Oh yeah?” Gage chuckles at me as he strokes his thick beard in amusement.
“Yeah. It’s lil’ Beth’s sweet sixteen.” I toss a thumb over my shoulder toward where Beth has just emerged with her steaming cup tucked in her hands; her eyes wider than saucers.
“It’s no big deal, really.” She mumbles, clearly not liking the attention on her. But I toss her a wink over my shoulder. I may be pushing a little too far but this is the least we can do for her. She deserves to feel special.
“Oh, no. Ain’t no gettin” outta this, princess.” I flash her a shit eating grin which she meets with bared teeth and what I’m pretty sure is supposed to be a growl but sounds more like a puppy trying to find its voice. I chuckle. She’s fuckin’ adorable.
“Seriously. I don’t want a party. I’ve seen enough of your all’s parties to know I want no part of it,” she says, taking a big gulp of her coffee and wincing slightly at the heat. I chuckle again, knowing she’s referring to the half-naked girls and the copious amounts of drugs we are usually doing off said women. Hey, like I’ve told her before…we ain’t no saints.
“Awe, come on princess. You scared of some boobs and sex?” I joke, knowing it will egg her on. She rolls her eyes, clearly agitated.
“Stop callin’ me princess, I’m the farthest thing from it, and no I’m not afraid of sex or tits.” She gestures vaguely to her own growing rack. Which I shouldn’t be noticing, but I find my eyes dropping down to anyway. I swallow hard before raising my eyes back to her to find a teasing smile on her face like she caught me. I cough dramatically into my hand to clear my own fucked up thoughts. “I just don’t have the desire to spend my day watching men I think of as fathers fuck said “boobs”,” she drawls, as her eyes flickin’ to the sweet-butts sprinkled around the room. Her point obvious without her having to say anything.
“Okay, okay. I can see your point.” I concede because quite frankly—even though I’m used to it—I don’t like watchin’ my dad fuck the sweet butts either. It’s been years since my mom died and I can’t blame the guy for needin’ to get his rocks off every now and then, but that doesn’t mean I want a front row seat to it. “What if we have a bonfire out back instead, just the families?” I look at her before turning around and lookin’ at Gage for confirmation, whose been watching the interaction with amusement. Bein’ Pres, everything has to go through him. I see her face light-up slightly and I hope to hell that Gage agrees because I wanna see that look on her face more often.
“Yeah, that’ll be alright.” Gage smiles and I know he sees the happiness on princesses’ face, just as I did. She tries to cover it with her coffee mug, like she’s not excited to celebrate a day she’s never been able to before.
“Alright boys. Spread the word, our lil’ Beth is havin’ a birthday party, tomorrow night at six,” Gage declares before he walks over to her and pulls her into a bear hug. “Happy Birthday, lil’ one.” He pulls back to smile at her, and I think she actually blushes.
“Thanks, Gage,” she murmurs suddenly shy. I offer her a gentle punch to the shoulder with brotherly affection.
“See? Was that so bad, princess?” I make sure to emphasize the nickname knowing it irritates her. I love seeing her light up. Seeing the emotions pass over her face instead of the emptiness that used to be there.
“Utter torture.” She grumbles to herself before walking away from me. I chuckle.
The next night as we are all gathered around the bonfire, Beth finally makes an appearance. I just know she’s been in that room pacing back and forth trying to decide if she should come join us or not. Building up the nerve to join the large group of people.
By the time my eyes finally raise to hers I can’t help the shocked noise that escapes me like a punch to the gut. Elana stands behind her like a proud mama as Beth shuffles back and forth uncomfortably. Her dress is short but beautiful, complimenting her freshly done hair and makeup, along with the newly filled out curves from proper nutrition. Beth has never worn makeup a day since she’s been here.
“You look beautiful, hun,” Gage says. Offering her a bright smile as he walks over to greet her, slowly guiding her over to the party with a gentle hand on her back.
“Thanks,” she says, with a stiff smile, clearly unsure of herself.
“Come on birthday girl, time to parrr…ty!” Elana whoops, dragging out the last word. My eyes flick to King’s who stands behind her like a bodyguard, before he shakes his head at her antics. She’s always been a bit of a free spirit but the love between her and King is undeniable. I hope one day I have that. I quickly shake my head, bringin’ my focus back to the fire in front of me and off of the beautiful girl I see finally finding herself after sixteen years.
Beth rolls her eyes at her friend but doesn’t seem even a little surprised as Elana follows her and King’s dad toward the fire.
“I gotcha something.” Elena mock whispers loud enough for the guys closest to her to hear, smiling conspiratorially as she reaches where Beth is standing a few feet to the left of me.
Beth stands there as stiff as a two by four in a windstorm as she tries to deal with whatever it is that’s going through her head right now.
“Ugh, yeah?” Her words come out tight and squeaky and I know she’s super uncomfortable just by her body language. Beth isn’t used to being the center of attention, let alone even being noticed. In fact, I get the feeling she prefers being invisible.
“Hey, El? How about we do gifts a little later, yah?” I cut in, before she can pull the gift out from behind her back. She pouts slightly but must understand what I’m not saying because she reluctantly nods.
“Yeah, fine. Of course.” She smiles and grabs Beth gently by the shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “We can just drink and enjoy the fire.” She leans into whisper that part into Beth’s ear, and I would have missed it if I hadn’t been so entirely focused on Beth.
“The fuck she is.” I hiss out, causing Beth to jump, not having realized I’d moved closer.
“Oh, since when are you the patron saint of legal drinking.” She nods pointedly to the beer bottle clenched tightly in my grip.
“That’s different and you know it.” I grunt, not willin’ to take her shit tonight. “She’s too fuckin’ young and you know it.” My eyes widen slightly in disapproval as I glare at her.
“Too young?” Now it’s Beth’s turn to hiss. “Was I too young when I was pinned to a bed at six and forced to take my first cock? Was I too young the first time I was beaten and sold again to the next highest bidder? My owners didn’t seem to think so.” She spits. The venom in her words causing everyone around us to drop silent. The only sound you can hear is the crackle of the fire as we take in the literal bomb she just dropped on us. We all know she went through some shit, and that she was trafficked that much was obvious. I guess we all assumed she’d most likely been raped, but to hear it put so bluntly and hurled at you like a fuckin’ bullet from a gun is a whole other thing.
“What the fuck?” I choke out, rage and shock merging together as I try to get my body to not react to her words. She looks to the left where a few of the guys are standing dumbfounded and without another word, snatches the double shot’a whiskey that Tank is holding before tossing it all back in one go, without so much as a flinch. Jesus…
“I’m old enough to decide for my fucking self what I want.” She growls before she tosses the empty glass back at Tank and stomps off back toward the clubhouse. Even Elana doesn’t move to go after her. Her hand over her mouth as she gags, trying to hold back the puke.
“Jesus, fuckin’ fuck.” Gage breaks the silence, his hands balled into fists at his sides and I can see the hurt on his face from her words. My own stomach sinks into my ass as I think about that being just the tip of the iceberg of shit that’s happened to her. My eyes flick around to the other guys’ standing by the fire, their faces mirror mine with shock and a whole lotta rage.
Fuckis right.
I turn to go after her but am stopped by my dad’s hand firmly on my shoulder. “Leave ‘er be, boy. Looks like she’s needin’ some space.” He nods after where Beth just left.
“I’ll go after her,” Elana says, her eyes looking so distraught as she stumbles her way toward the door.
“Hey, El?” I call out, causing her to pause. When she turns, I see tears streaming down her face. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” I tell her, knowing she will take the blame for this. She sniffles before offering me a noncommittal shrug. King walks toward her solemnly, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly.
“I just didn’t want her to feel out of control when she’s just finally gained it back.” I grunt to her and my father who’s still standing beside me. He nods sagely, like he understands exactly.
“I know son. And by just gainin’ that newfound freedom, she wants to be able to make her own choices. Even if you don’t think they are good ones, she’s gotta make ‘em herself.” He looks at me and I know he sees the pain written all over my face. “She’ll be alright. Just give ‘er time.” He squeezes my shoulder tightly, almost in warning, before he walks back to join the rest of the guys now mumbling around the fire.
I close my eyes for a moment before I bring my beer to my lips and chug the rest. I need something stronger. I make my way back inside to the bar.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Barbie says from behind the bar, her eyes lowered seductively as she wiggles her fingers at me, makin’ sure to pinch her tits together as she does. Out of all the girls that are desperate for me, she’s the worst. She’s a year younger than me and King and she knows she has no shot at him so she’s latched onto me. With her bleach blonde hair and big fake boobs, she looks just like her names sake. My eyes snag on her full tits and I can’t help but want to slide my cock between them. It’s been a bit since I’ve taken a girl to my bed. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but cuz it just felt wrong with this weird connection I’ve been feelin’ toward Beth. But she’s fuckin’ sixteen, and even if the feelings are platonic, I know I shouldn’t be feeling them.
I order a shot of Jack and glance around the room, subconsciously lookin’ for Beth but she’s nowhere in sight. I shoot the shot before I slam the glass down on the bar top. “Get over here and suck my cock.” I grunt out to Barbie whose eyes gleam with pictures of weddin’ bells and other shit that ain’t ever going to happen.
She licks her lips, her hips swaying as she rounds the bar and immediately drops to her knees and starts undoing my belt. She pulls me out and works my cock back and forth in her tight fist for a moment, getting me hard. She moans like a porn star when she takes her first lick like my shit tastes like her favorite flavor of ice cream. I fight to not roll my eyes at her overly enthusiastic act. She takes me deeper into her mouth, those full lips finally doin’ something useful. She works me back and forth, struggling to take me deep into her throat. I close my eyes, not wanting to look at her, but just focus on how it feels. My thoughts start to drift but I lock them down, not wanting them to go where they were headin’.
“God, you taste so good, Bones,” Barbie pants as she pulls off me. I grip the back of her head and force her back down; I don’t want her to ruin this by talking. She moans as her hands grip my thighs, loving every minute of me controlling her. The filthy lil’ slut.
“That’s it.” I grunt as I guide her to take me all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Snot and tears drip down her face as she continues to take me back as far as she physically can, as if the better the blowjob the better an Ol’ Lady she’d be. She reaches up and cups my balls, massaging them in her grip as I finally lose it, blowing my load down her throat. I moan out softly. She will never be an Ol’ Lady, but she sure as fuck can suck a dick.
By the time my eyes finally open, the euphoria slowly slipping away, I see Beth standing across the room, hurt marring her beautiful face before she clamps it down, that emptiness that she always used to have back in her eyes as she makes her way over to the bar.
“If you’re done, I’d like a beer.” She yawns, like this whole thing is boring her, no traces of anger or hurt on her face. Barbie bristles as she uses the back of her hand to wipe her spit and my jizz from her chin. Barbie looks her up and down with her lips pursed like Beth is the disgusting one out of the two of them. I grind my teeth, trying to hold back the words that are dying to be let lose.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” She sneers, and Beth scowls at her.
“Just get me a fucking drink. It isn’t your job to think.” She raises a brow, daring Barbie to argue with her and I smirk. My princess has fuckin’ claws and she ain’t afraid to use ‘em. All the sweet butts know she’s under Heathens protection and outranks them since she falls more under a member’s kid category.
“Fine.” Barbie spits as she rises from her knees, making her way back around the bar to grab a beer from the cooler. She slams it on the table, shakin’ it up in the process, before makin’ a show of using her thumb so slowly wipe the lingering spit from under her lip before sliding it into her mouth and moaning. “Delicious.”
“Thanks…Brandy.” Beth shrugs, giving Barbie her dead eyes before she uses her teeth to pop the lid and slurps it down, foam and all like she doesn’t give a fuck. I stare, awed by this amazing girl as she turns and heads out back to the fire without even acknowledging my existence.
Shit.
I think I might’ve just fucked up… royally.