Chapter 3 Chaos
The first thing that I thought about when returning to the States was seeing my family.
I haven’t had a chance to do that yet, because my mother has been on a cruise in the Caribbean, and my twin sister, Chrishanna, is out of town at a hair convention.
She’s a social media influencer on all things makeup and hair.
She’s supposed to be back tomorrow evening at some point.
So, these last few days, I’ve been surrounded by my MC brothers and the sweetbutts.
Today was supposed to be all about partying and celebrating my return, now that Priest, our Prez, is back in town.
Things were going great. I was about to poke my dick down a few throats and tap out somebody’s spine.
For the spine tapping, I wasn’t thinking about the sweetbutts, because I never fucked them.
Well, I did in the past, but not anymore, and especially not raw.
Shit, I didn’t stick my mans in anything raw. There was only one bitch who had ever gotten it raw from me, but that was because she had saved herself for me and me alone. I trusted her pussy more than I trusted her.
The girls were all around me arguing over who was gon’ suck my shit first when the whole fucking vibe changed.
I didn’t know where the energy came from, but it was a strong aura of fear.
That wasn’t something my biker gang, the Immortal Descendents, wallowed in, fear. If anything, we incited it in others.
I sat up from where I had been slouched in my chair, and that was when I noticed people whispering.
I turned to look over my shoulder, and that was when I saw her.
From there, I knew I had to get her ass out of there, despite the danger lurking on the outside.
I wasn’t sure who was in the blue car watching her, but I knew I would protect her from them, no matter what it cost me.
“Where are you taking me?” Charisma shouts now when I stop at a traffic light.
I had snuck her out of the back of our bar, put her on my bike, and dipped the hell up out of there. I’m not sure who’s after her and what has her spooked, but until I can figure out what’s going on, she’ll be stuck to my side like glue.
I really don’t give a damn about her anymore, and I should have left her ass in the bar for her to fend for herself. The only thing that has her on the back of my bike now is that if it gets back to my mother or my twin sister how I treated her, I won’t hear the end of it.
“Someplace safe!”
“Somehow, I doubt you know anything about being safe!”
I pull off as soon as the light turns, and I take the curve in the road hard as hell. The danger I display in that action is more to shut her ass up and scare her into silence than anything. I can’t think with her molded to my back the way that she is.
Her curves, though thicker than they were in the past, are as familiar to me as my own body and the curves in the road that my bike takes. The warmth of her body pressing against mine brings back memories that I thought were long suppressed, and that only causes me to grow angry.
I don’t want to recall the good times. When those memories return, so do the ones that are hurtful and creates anger and stress inside of me. Nothing good can come around being with Charisma, but for my family’s sake, I’ll make sure her little ass don’t get un-alived out in these streets.
I pull up to the brick building that was once an old warehouse and has since been converted into an apartment, and I shut my bike, Confusion, down.
The MC owns the warehouse, and no one has lived in it in quite some time.
Priest sent an agency out to prepare it for me one month before I returned to the country.
“What’s this place?” Charisma asks, climbing off the bike.
“Home.”
“To who? It looks abandoned,” she replies, looking around the parking lot where only a truck is parked.
Besides the truck, the only thing that is around here are security cameras everywhere.
“Me.”
“Oh,” she whispers and crinkles her brow. “Who owns this building?”
“The MC.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t need to be here, Chaos.”
“Looks to me like ya ass has gotten into some trouble you can’t handle. Don’t you think it’s time you follow someone who knows all about getting into and out of trouble?”
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Come on.”
She pulls back when I grab her by the arm. “I told you that I’m fine.”
“And I didn’t ask. I’m telling you, let’s go.”
She resists until I move as though I’m going to pick her up again. “Fine. I can walk on my own,” she states, holding her hands out in front of her as if that could really stop me if I wanted to grab her little ass and toss her over my shoulder.
We head into my building and take the elevator up to the fourth floor.
“This is a lot of space for one person to be living in,” she remarks as we exit onto the fourth floor.
I input my code to lift the gate and step out into the large open floor plan. The entire fourth floor of the warehouse is my apartment, and the design style is industrial chic and modern with exposed bricks and pipes and concrete floors.
She looks all around as we step further into my apartment. I watch as she takes in the gray, white, and black decor in the living room that expands to the open concept kitchen with its industrial design and commercial appliances.
“This is nice. It’s not at all what I expected.”
“You thought I was living in a dump?”
“No, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. Despite its monochromatic color, it has a woman’s touch.”
I grunt but don’t bother explaining that Ember, Priest’s old lady, oversaw the decor. It’s just a place for me to live, but I love it, I must admit.
She spins around and looks at me. “I can’t stay here though.”
“Why?”
“I have responsibilities outside of here that must be taken care of. As nice as it is and though it brings back some fond memories, I can’t sit around playing house with you.”
Fury rushes through my veins, and I want to choke the shit out of her.
“You always did have too much mouth. What the hell really happened that had you running into my bar today?”
“I told you.”
“You didn’t tell me everything. Waking up in a strange nigga’s apartment ain’t unusual. Women do it all the time.”
“Not me!” she thunders.
“Yeah, that’s what you’d tell me anyway, I guess.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that your story ain’t gelling, pretty mama.”
“I don’t know what you want from me, but I don’t have time to make you feel good about my story. I must go. Please let me go. I just need to use your phone to order a ride; my phone is dead. I didn’t drive to my location so . . . I’m stuck.”
“Baby girl, you’re not going anywhere until I get the answers that I want.”
“I’ve told you everything! What more do you want from me?” she asks hysterically, throwing her arms out at her sides. Fear is alive in her eyes like a flame licking at the oxygen.
I walk toward her, and she backs up until she hits a brick wall between two floor-to-ceiling windows.
The way her breasts heave up and down and how she keeps biting that plump bottom lip reminds me of how she used to look underneath me.
I remember every moan, hiss, and plea that fell from those gorgeous lips whenever I plundered her.
The soft curve of her thighs wrapped around my back are as alive in my memory as if she were doing it right now.
“I want you to make up for every gahdamn thing I lost today.”
“T-t-today?” she stammers.
I grip her chin and lift her head back. Those upturned, russet-brown eyes stare into mine with a thousand questions she won’t dare answer.
“Unlike you, sweet girl, I didn’t stutter my words.”
“What did you lose today?”
“I was about to get my dick sucked so hard and so good by five beautiful women, and later, I was gon’ do some spine tapping,” I whisper, getting a kick out of the fear and envy that mingles in her eyes.
“What’s that got to do with me?” she mumbles.
I chuckle. “Everything. Had it not been for you showing up, I’m sure I would’ve bust three or four nuts by now.”
She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “I don’t remember you ever being this crass.”
“And I don’t remember you ever being this jumpy. You used to love the way I made you feel. Them tears in your eyes used to be because you were begging me for more, to go harder, deeper. You remember that? You think you’re too good for me now?” I ask, tilting her chin back even further.
She doesn’t pull away, but our gazes clash. “I have a man.”
“What the fuck that’s got to do with me? Where the hell was ya man when you were running scared up into my bar looking for help? Huh?”
“Please, just let me go home. I swear that I won’t bother you again or come into your bar. Please, just let me go. I have something very important to take care of.”
She keeps emphasizing that, and I can’t help but wonder what it is. Charisma always used to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, making sure her mother was good when her mother didn’t give a fuck about her.
Before I can respond, my phone rings. I pull it out of my cut and narrow my gaze at the name on the caller ID. I don’t believe in coincidences.
I take several steps away from Charisma and head toward the kitchen, but I keep my eyes trained on her, which is easy to do with my open floor plan.
“Wassup?”
“That’s what I want to know. You’re just getting your ass back in town, and you’re already harassing that girl?” Chrishanna asks.
“Is that anyway to greet me?”
“Don’t try that bullshit with me. Why are you bothering her? I thought I asked you to leave her alone before you left the country. You dip out on her for several years after fucking with her mind, and now you want to come back and be chill? That’s not right, Shon.”
“Listen, don’t call my phone tryna tell me how to handle mine.”
“If only you knew.” She scoffs.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just let her go, please?”
“Not until I get the answers that I want.”
“Well at least let her go handle her responsibility.”
“How did you know that I had her?”
“Priest called. Said you flew out of there like a bat out of hell, and he was worried because he knew you two had a toxic relationship at the end. He said that she came in there looking like hell was on her heels, and he wasn’t sure what you were about to do, but he didn’t want you to get in any more trouble. ”
I sigh, pulling my hand over the top of my head. “And of course, he knew that if I didn’t answer anyone else’s call, I would answer yours and Ma’s.”
“Exactly.”
I sigh again and glance over my shoulder where Charisma is staring out of the windows.
“What’s these responsibilities?”
“She has a kid, Shon.”
“Damn. I didn’t know. Does it belong to that nigga she claims to be her man now?”
“Pssh. He wishes. Old lame ass probably couldn’t produce a kid if he wanted to.”
“Then who is the baby’s daddy?”
“You.”
“Why the fuck didn’t y’all tell me?”
“You sent direct deposit funds, not a contact number. Ma and I spent every dime on your baby because we knew that’s what you would have wanted.”
“You should’ve told me.”
“You weren’t here. Besides, she asked us not to. It wasn’t easy, but I respected her decision to tell you herself, and then we knew you were on the run. Knowing you had a kid would’ve made it hard to stay away, hard for us to protect you . . . and him.”
“Five damn years, Chrissy?”
“You’re the one who stayed away that long. You made this mistake, not her.”
“Fuck!”