Chapter 13 Chaos
TWO DAYS LATER
“I’m still not feeling this, Chrishon!” she shouts over the wind.
I’m not playing any music on my bike, because I prefer to be one with nature. What I don’t prefer is her nagging in my ear.
“Aye, don’t call me that shit when we get to the club, a’ight?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
I take the next curve hard, knowing that it will both piss her off and scare her. She clutches my cut tightly and squeezes those thick, luscious thighs against mine. I smirk, loving how she feels pressed up against me in the bitch seat.
I will never tell her that though. It’s bad enough that sex with her was so amazing that it had me lowering my boundaries and expressing my feelings and shit. I’m not about to do that shit in the light of day.
When we come to the next traffic light, I ask, “What have you been doing since I’ve been gone?”
“I spent the first few years building my podcast and taking care of an infant. I poured everything into learning how to care for and communicate with him. That’s been my priority.”
I nod and take off again and let the wind speak to us. She loves riding on my bike, but she doesn’t like when I pull stunts, which is why I only do that shit when she pisses me off and I want to warn her to chill out.
“What does this makeover entail?” she asks at the next light.
“I dunno. Wassup with your mom?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken with her in at least a couple of years, and I’m all the better for it. She doesn’t need to be in my life.”
“Why don’t you allow CJ to have a relationship with her?”
“You know why,” she snaps.
Her mom was a fucked-up role model. My dad wasn’t a hell of a lot better, but his ass never tried to pimp us out the way her mother did her.
When we pull up to the clubhouse, she sits on the bike for a little longer. I need her to relax if this thing is to go over smoothly. Charisma can get deep in her feelings and play the martyr when shit doesn’t go her way.
“I’m surprised you haven’t already settled down and married someone.”
“I’ve been considering it, and my boyfriend and I talk about it often. What about you?”
I shrug and reply as I unstrap her helmet. “The only thing women have been good for is busting a nut. I don’t trust them.”
“Is it because of me that you’ve never settled down with anyone and don’t trust women?” she asks.
I hate that she’s tapping into my feelings, and I refuse to answer the questions. She doesn’t need to be inside of my head like that again, because I still don’t trust her. So, I switch the subject to her.
“Who’s that nigga that thinks he’s gon’ be that man over you and CJ’s lives?”
“He’s someone who cares a great deal about me and CJ. He has a good career, a great head on his shoulders, and he’s doing great things. He is an excellent role model for CJ, and he doesn’t come from a broken family.”
That shit pisses me off because she and I both come from broken families. My dad was still fucking with my mom, but he wasn’t living in the house when he died. Charisma never knew her father.
She climbs off the bike, and I ask, “Who is this nigga? All you’ve said is Ben. I need to know more . . . if he’s around my son, I mean.”
My heart clenches in my chest, and I hate that I’m jealous. I’ve never been that nigga except when it comes to her.
She smiles brightly and announces proudly, “Senator Benjamin Starling.”
If someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me, I couldn’t have been any colder than I am right now in the midday summer heat. Ain’t no fucking way this is happening.
If that’s true, then the incident she experienced wasn’t a fucking coincidence at all. It’s just like I thought: She was set up. I know that nigga wants revenge on me for killing his wife, instead of his mistress whom I was hired to kill.
Rather than breathe a word of that to Charisma, I nod, grab her hand, and mumble, “Let’s go. Torch is waiting for you.”
We step inside the clubhouse, and Charisma pulls up short as she checks out the women, the bikers, and the atmosphere.
Jagged and Knuckles are playing a video game on the TV on the wall to the left. Some of the brothers are shooting pool, while others are either sitting around and shooting the shit or smoking a blunt.
A couple of my brothers are getting their dicks sucked by Champagne, while Moon is fucking Spank in a corner.
Charisma clutches my arm tightly and presses into my side. She looks at me with wary eyes and bites her lip as though she wants to run.
The air is thick with heavy marijuana smoke, and loud rap music blasts all around us. I must raise my voice to be heard.
“Come on.”
“I don’t think so,” she replies, stepping backward as if she’s about to leave.
“Aye, chill with all that before you offend people. Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with you. Not when you’re with me.”
“I don’t think that I want to do this, Chaos. Isn’t there a better way?”
I grab her hand and tug her behind me so that we can find Torch. We walk through a couple of hallways before I find her in the multipurpose room with Kyte, Juicy, Bell, and Ember. They’re sitting around shooting the breeze and eating tacos.
“Aye, Torch.”
“Hey, Chaos. Is this the beautiful Charisma that I’ve heard all about?” Torch asks, walking up to us.
Charisma eyes her warily and forces a smile to her face.
Torch laughs and pulls Charisma into a hug. “Honey, it’s okay. I know that it’s not easy, but I promise that you won’t look like those skanks out there when you’re done. I’m a cosmetologist. I even have some photos of my clients to show you,” Torch explains, pulling out her phone.
“Thank you,” Charisma replies softly.
I see her visibly relax with Torch, and it makes me feel good. Torch is a sweet and warm lady.
“Charisma, this is Kyte, Juicy, Bell, and Ember.” They all hop up from their seats and welcome her with hugs and a lot of frenzied chatter that is overwhelming to me.
I have never been good in the company of a lot of females at one time, unless they’re sucking a nut out my dick. That’s the only thing their mouths are good for.
“I’m leaving her in your hands, Torch. I need to holler at Priest and Sunny. Come get me when she’s ready,” I state, heading for the door.
“Girl, you might as well accept the fact that we’re your new family,” Ember declares.
“Huh?” Charisma asks.
I turn to look over my shoulder just as Juicy explains, “The way he looks at you, that man ain’t ever gonna let you go.”
I mug all the ladies, and when Charisma turns to me, I wink at her and then saunter off. I’ve got more pressing matters to attend to, and this shit is about to blow up.