Cowboy
When Scar tried to shoot me, I ran off toward the clubhouse.
“Can you believe him. I rescue his sister, and this is the thanks I get.”
“What makes you think you could go stuffing Scar’s sister’s box and him not kill you?” Harlot poured me a whiskey.
“I’ve not touched her.”
“What are you a pussy?” Blackjack asked at my elbow. “Broke dick?”
Harlot went on. “You? Not pull your dick out on a girl? Yeah, I’ll believe that when Toes here flies.”
“You calling me a pig woman. I hear you like bacon. I got a bacon flavored lolly for ya’ to suck on.”
Almost the whole gang had come back from running off Snakebite to either join Wanda at the hospital or to come here and drink to the General.
He’d passed, and I’d assumed Scar had killed him but no, it’d been Snakebite.
There was chaos as everyone debated what to do, take the fight to the Sons of Satan or wait for Scar’s orders since he was technically President now.
“I’ve known the General longer than any of you fucks, so I should get to kill Snakebite,” Root announced.
“Naw, I’ve known him longer,” Chug argued.
“I’m tired of this dick measuring contest,” Zod said. “We all want to kill Snakebite. Scar’s gonna get to.”
All Root heard was dick measuring contest. Then an all-inclusive literal dick measuring contest commenced. “Stack em’ up boys,” Chug said.
As asinine as it seemed, I about teared up. The General loved a good literal dick measuring contest.
“Cowboy, bring your junk over here, if you’re not longer than Zod, I think we have a winner.”
Nursing my whiskey, I declined.
Bolt called out, “You forgot his dick don’t work. Or he left it in Scar’s baby sister.”
I shook my head. I wouldn’t be goaded into a fight. Not tonight.
Then young Hawk spoke up, “Did you see her? If Cowboy’s prick doesn’t work around that, he must have left it in Anarchy…” I listened to him a while. “If Halley needs a dick, sign me up… Too bad we can’t initiate her up in the stables tonight…”
Then I heard a brother, say, “Hey, Anarchy.”
The bitch strode in just when I was thinking of giving Hawk something to talk about.
In other words, I was about to go knock his fucking teeth in.
Not because his gab about my ex or that he suggested we treat Halley like one of our whores, but because I’d been so careful with her.
Hawk just reminded me my brothers wouldn’t be.
Back from the hospital, you’d think Anarchy would be grieving, but she was handling the death of her father in her own way.
The way she handled everything, by having more alcohol than she could handle.
I ignored her until I couldn’t. Topless, she danced on the bar in front of me.
If you looked up life of the party in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of Anarchy beside it.
The reason I was smitten with her from the get go was because she’d kept me entertained.
Nevertheless, all that partying and booze had a dark side.
I left the bar.
One minute she’d be happier than a pig in shit, and the next your worst nightmare.
A number one psycho, she was. Her titties still out, she made her way over to me with two cold draft beers.
Getting drunk with her was the last thing I wanted to do.
I worried about Halley and her baby. I hadn’t left her side in two weeks.
But I didn’t have to worry about getting drunk with Anarchy.
She poured both those cold draft beers right over my head. “Where’s your hat cowboy?”
I’d left it with Halley, where I’d also left my heart. I turned to walk away, realizing this was usually when I’d fight with a drunk Anarchy and end up in her bed.
“Snakebite has come for his woman and child. I didn’t think you liked another man’s leftovers.”
I started to respond but stopped myself. “It’s amazing. I don’t want to fight with you,” I told her and meant it. Pleased I had no urge to fuck her, I went upstairs to get some sleep. Stumbling to the room Scar assigned me, I knocked.
Fucking Jessy Bell answered the door naked.
Another temptation.
She smiled and batted her eyes at me. “Cowboy, you want to join us?”
Teeth waved at me from the bed. Naked, too, he had a red ball in his mouth.
If I didn’t want to fuck Anarchy, but wanted to take the edge off, Jessy would be more than willing.
But I had no desire. “Nope, just looking for somewhere to rest my head.”
“Try down the hall.”
Down the hall, I listened at the next door first.
“Give me the mushroom. Give me the mushroom,” one male voice pleaded.
“Fuck. Man. Not that big banana. Quit throwing that right in my face,” another man hollered.
As I imagined a gay sixty-nine, my eyes widened. I opened the door, wondering which of my brothers hadn’t come out of the closet. “Fuck, turn off the Mario Kart, and get out of here.”
Claiming the room, I locked myself in. Knowing that my brothers used the rooms above the bar, for their sexcapades, I stripped the sheets.
There were always clean ones in the drawers.
Speaking of sexcapades, I went to delete all my videos of Anarchy and me.
I wasn’t even tempted to take one last peek.
I watched my video of Halley blowing out her birthday candles, instead.
Then I found a video I didn’t take.
Back in the cabin, Halley had filmed herself trying to suck on my dick as I slept. It was only ten seconds long. If I looped it, that was quite the show. My dick swelled in my pants. Watching it over and over, I couldn’t help but whack off.
Fuck Scar, I’d make Halley mine whether he liked it or not.
Besides, if I didn’t, some other man would.
They wouldn’t care what she’d been through or that she couldn’t remember if she’d thanked you already or not.
Or that she didn’t want to talk about any of the bad shit, but one day it’d come out.
That day wouldn’t be pretty. I was ready for it.
Ready to help her weather the storm that brewed under her ignoring her horrible memories.
All so she could be happy about what most people take for granted.
At that moment I decided her white knight was exactly what I wanted to be.
The next morning, I walked straight to her house, but Root and Chug were at her door.
Root wouldn’t let me in. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Chug put his hand on my shoulder. “Naw, man, Anarchy came to get her shit before you got here. After all she told that girl, I’m sure she don’t want to see you ever again.”