Perfection
Travis
Going back to work felt like the biggest pain in my ass. I spent the entire day in Wrenly’s bed. We had sex, ordered food for delivery and ate, had sex again, slept, had sex in the shower, then went back to bed and had sex again. Then we were up late talking, laughing, and had sex again. It was probably good that we had to go to work, we were both sore from so much sex.
For the life of me I couldn’t understand it. For years I struggled with dysfunction and flashbacks. But I get Wrenly into bed and suddenly that was a thing from my past. Even as I drive into work I’ve got a hard on. I had to adjust my dick when she wasn’t even around.
I hadn’t cried in years, until yesterday. When she said it felt like a big part of her heart was ripped out I knew how that felt. Before she explained it, I didn’t know how to put into words how my chest hurt and how it felt like I lost a part of me as well. Then she told me about her baby and that broke me. I could feel her pain and there was a lot of guilt. If I just would have let her come see me at that detention center, reached out when I was in the group home, called her from Nebraska, and kept in touch when I was in the Army, maybe she never would have tried to fill that hole with Matt. Then again, her baby was loved, and I don’t think she regretted his short life. As soon as she told me I understood her reaction to what we had done in that closet. Why she was scared, and why her body was trembling. What happened to Tyler was an accident. It wasn’t because something was wrong with his little body or hers. Although her fears are understood, the same thing wouldn’t happen if she was pregnant again.
That brings up another thing to ponder over. I’m not ready for a kid. We just reconnected and I wanted to take my time getting to know her again. I know twenty nine is a good age for having kids, but my life would be perfect with just Wrenly for a while. I tried not to show my own feelings on the matter, but I did ask her about the timing, and she sat there and bit that damn lip. She learned what that did to me when she did it, so instead of getting my answer, I slid inside her and of course raised the chances. I felt a bit guilty for mentally praying to God that she isn’t pregnant.
I knew exactly what she was doing when she woke me up to that amazing surprise. For all I know, she might not have gotten pregnant in that fucking closet, but maybe she did yesterday. Oh well, we would never know and that’s what she wanted. If she was pregnant, she wanted to look back at a much better memory. I was scared shitless, maybe not as scared as her, but scared, nonetheless.
I had to go to the shop and open it up since Victor was gone. Well, I hoped he was gone because I’d probably kill the bastard if he showed up to work. I got their early, unlocked the doors for our sales team, new designer, and the rest of the crew. While waiting for someone to arrive, I went into Victor’s office to see how far he was on the Aussie bike. His drawings confirmed just how absolutely talented he was, and Creed was right, we needed him. That didn’t mean I wanted to work with that fucking asshole. I was out of the loop since I lost my phone. I had no clue if Steph had any luck finding rehab for him or not, but he had no business riding a bike or working in a shop if his drug use was that severe. Honestly, I had a true hatred for drugs after what I did while using them. I also had no clue if Magnus had his surgery, if my rescued kids were doing alright, or if Addie had a meltdown because I didn’t go see her last night. I didn’t even call, but Addie was going to have to learn that some things can’t be helped. That she had a mom and a dad, and they were enough. It did suck though, I looked forward to our visits as much as her. She did cross my mind yesterday, but I desperately wanted to soak up my time alone with Wrenly. I didn’t have a phone to disturb us, only Creed and Melissa stopped by, and the rest of our day was absolutely perfect.
Finally, Garrison, one of our operatives and salesman, arrived. He already knew Victor was up shit creek with me, but didn’t have any updates. He had also left the party before all hell broke loose.
It was freezing outside, but my truck was already warmed up and I was thankful. I loved remote start, it was a hell of an invention. I took off for the command center, dreading the upcoming meeting more and more as I drove closer. Not only did I have a lot to say, but I was also sure the others did as well. I had to wonder how many of the Originals now regretted voting against me when I proposed we send Victor to rehab and never allowed his fucking drugs into that bike shop. I was pretty damn sure Axton and Creed regretted it. Outside of the community, in our small town of Cold Springs, we looked like an MC. But we weren’t a motorcycle gang. Sure, we had a motorcycle club, but it was just a bunch of Vets that liked to ride. The Originals liked coming across as a violent gang to take Sinclair County as our territory to keep it safe, but we weren’t a violent gang. Not like the Fallen Angels or the Devils Rejects. We had nothing to do with drugs. Yes, we were criminals, we took a chance with the law, but we weren’t violent until provoked. We weren’t into prostitution, and definitely not illegal drugs. They weren’t wrong in saying pot wasn’t a big deal, but in my opinion it was when it’s mixed with other drugs and then taken before driving. Also, when it’s left out to harm innocent people. My blood still boiled when I thought of the fact that kids came to the parties most of the time. What if Addie or the other kids would have ingested it?
I arrived at the community center then reluctantly hopped on the elevator. My hand ran down my face as I imagined the hot tempers of the Originals. When I walked into the conference room, I could feel the regret and awkwardness already and half of them hadn’t even arrived yet. It was only Bolton, Axton, and Granger in the room and not one of those fuckers looked me in the eye.
We just sat quietly, not looking at each other at all as the Originals slowly arrived. I almost lost my shit when Magnus walked in carrying a donut for his ass so he could sit. You know it’s bad when Drakos walks in and won’t make eye contact with Axton or anyone else, but especially Axton.
Creed avoided looking in our direction at all. He took a seat, and everyone was looking down either at their coffee or the table.
“Well, I never knew a day like this would ever come. Hell, it never even crossed my mind.” An iPhone box slid across the table and stopped in front of me. “I had the unluckiest prospect we have run into Louisville yesterday to get your new phone. As soon as the surgery was over I had him transfer everything over to the new one.” He sighed. “The phone that was recovered from…well it was recovered with seventy percent of battery life remaining. I highly doubt your new phone will have that good of a battery.” Creed said.
I heard a slight growl come from Magnus.
Creed spoke up again. “Maybe it’ll be best to do this quickly instead of waiting. When I count to three, we’ll look at each other.”
We waited but the counting never happened.
“Shit.” Creed muttered. “Bolton, maybe you should lead this meeting.”
Bolton snorted. “Because you think during almost a decade of education my professors prepared me for this kind of fucked up? No thanks, I pass.”
Creed groaned. “Fine, we won’t start with eye contact. I’ll just lay it all out there for you guys.” He cleared his throat. “I will meet with the operatives individually to go over what I learned as I wasted hours of my life watching shit no man should ever have to see. Especially you, Drakos.” Creed swallowed then made a disgusted face. “I just threw up a little.” He took a sip of his coffee hoping to wash it away. “Everyone but Drakos and Melissa have an excuse for what I saw on camera, oddly enough the only two people that weren’t drugged were the most out of hand before things turned dark. So don’t sit there with a scowl on your face, Drakos.”
Drakos whimpered.
“Anyway, after several grueling hours of watching fucked up circus porn, I have concluded that Magnus and Irons did not commit sexual acts with each other or with anyone of the same sex. Of course, myself, Jennings, and Bolton were gone before the festivities began. Unfortunately, Jennings and Heidi did each have a glass of wine, but they made it safely home before the side effects kicked in.” He swallowed hard and I heard a lot of relief in the breaths released around the table. “Wish I could say that to all the operatives, and of course Drakos and Axton. Our new prospects also wish they could say the same, because they ran out of the building crying. I believe Stone was trying to run away with them, but fell by the doors and couldn’t get back up. We dealt with the new prospects yesterday, most had their bags haphazardly packed and were trying to flee when security at the gates stopped them. They still aren’t fully convinced this isn’t a gay MC with mandatory gay orgies at the end of our missions. So yeah, please don’t do or say anything to make them think otherwise. They weren’t being homophobic, they were just scared, so yeah…umm try not to…just keep your eyes to yourselves when in the bathrooms and locker rooms. Be careful with the jokes, and we have also temporarily removed homosexuality from the sensitivity courses for now. We do not want anyone thinking we are trying to brain wash them. We will include it at a later date once we’ve gained the prospects trust. Thankfully, they were all too busy working the party to eat any brownies or drink any wine, so that’s a positive…I guess.”
“Pfft, like we ever look at each other in the locker rooms.” Axton completely denied it.
“Axton, wasn’t it you that gave Emery the nickname Soup Can?” Creed asked.
Axton shrunk in his seat. “It was short and fat.” He mumbled.
“Moving on from that.” Creed sighed. “Some things will remain a mystery and unless someone has their memory come back, we will never know the answers to a few questions. For instance, we will never know how Irons phone ended up in Magnus, the two of you weren’t around each other all night. Magnus went off camera halfway through the night with five of Felicity’s girls. Yes, alone with all five girls. You were found in one of the sex rooms at Club X, where of course we do not have cameras. We will also never know what happened with Melissa, Drakos, and Axton, that was also off camera. Unless one of the three of them remembers something and doesn’t want to speak up.” Creed narrowed his eyes at Drakos.
“We could face a lawsuit or two.” Granger said.
“More like twelve, but who’s counting?” Creed was sarcastic. “There was some fucked up shit on those recordings, but Bolton and I both have a feeling none of the operatives would want anything about last night to ever leave Creed’s Lake. Once I have the operatives sign legal paperwork, I’ll destroy all that footage. Not just for the mental health benefits of it, but also for legal reasons.”
Bolton spoke up. “That’s a shame because those videos could be used for educational purposes. After reviewing the blood work results from the operatives that volunteered for the test, and speaking with Victor’s girlfriend, we have concluded the wine was something called sextacy. It’s a cocktail containing a mixture of ecstasy, Viagra, and rohypnol. The brownies likely contained Marijuana, ecstasy, rohypnol, and LSD. The rohypnol would be why you don’t remember anything.”
Everyone’s eyes darted to Drakos, and he was looking up at the ceiling. That fucker hadn’t said a word since the meeting started, which was strange for him.
“What the fuck happened to me Sunday night? You were drunk, not given the date rape drug.” Axton growled.
Drakos swallowed hard but wouldn’t look away from the ceiling. “I had a bottle up my ass, so don’t think I wasn’t violated as well. I shouldn’t have drank the tequila, or the other shots, but someone among us has an ass fetish and I’d like to find out who.” I think I saw unshed tears, but he was looking up and I couldn’t tell.
“Me too.” Magnus spoke but his voice cracked like it held some deep rooted emotions.
“I think we can safely say the ones who had sex in any way probably drank the wine, then it’s obvious which ones had the brownies. There were several men who experienced…” Bolton paused for just a moment. “Failure to launch. Ecstasy makes most feel affectionate and desire touching, but can also make sex very hard for men. That’s why in the video we saw a few men trying to give themselves an erection but couldn’t do it. They didn’t get the Viagra from the wine like others did.”
“Drakos! Answer my fucking question! What happened to me?” Axton completely ignored Bolton.
“I can only remember flashes, and I don’t know if I should trust those flashes of memory or not. Melissa remembers things different, actually she remembers less than me. What I remember was you singing Karaoke, Irons encouraging Patrick to strip then running off with Carlson, I ended up in the pantry with Melissa, then you opened the door and screamed like a little girl when you caught us…having sex.” Drakos swallowed hard. “I think I passed out then opened my eyes at one point and there was another woman in there, not just Melissa because she was sleeping in my arms. You were…well…she was riding you and that woman was threatening to shove a bottle up my ass if you didn’t fuck her ass.” Drakos sniffled. “She didn’t even use lube, dude. The pain was bad, and I passed back out. When I opened my eyes again…” Drakos swallowed hard. “You were fucking your hand and eating her…pussy.” He gulped. “And while you did that she was…” He started sobbing. “She was touching my dick, which wasn’t even hard, and playing spin the bottle or something…I was violated while Melissa was touching herself in her sleep. I think she was having a wet dream.” His hands covered his face as his shoulders shook from crying so hard. “I think we had a threesome and a half if we count Melissa.”
Bolton and Granger quickly jumped from their chairs and ran from the room, leaving their chairs spinning. Their laughter wasn’t as quiet as they thought, and I kept repeating one sentence to myself.
If you laugh, you’ll go to hell. If you laugh, you’ll go to hell.
Creed was looking up at the ceiling with his hands covering his face, Magnus was slowly trying to push himself up from the chair, but his ass was too hurt to run like the others, Jennings wasn’t even fucking there because he was in training and probably counting his lucky stars, and Axton’s face was as white as a ghost as he stared at the trash can and swallowed several times.
I didn’t speak until I knew I had a grip and could maintain my seriousness. “Do you remember anything about the woman? Like her hair color, a birthmark, anything?” I asked.
Drakos hiccupped, then whaled out a cry before he answered. “Brown landing strip and medium length platinum and blond hair.” He took in an involuntary intake of air. “Pointy sharp…fingernails, my balls hurt.” Another shaking involuntary intake of air. “Melissa gave me first aid.” He hiccupped. “I wasn’t even hard…and my ass doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t my ass hurt? Why did I like it?” He whaled again and my head turned to see Creed’s chair spinning with no sign of Creed. Magnus was quietly trying to pick up his donut to leave.
“Well, your description literally describes 90% of Felicity’s girls.” I said.
A hand slapped a table. “Welp, I feel better.” Axton announced. “Chances are I’ll never remember anything, and I got laid, no biggie. I can deal with it. Nothing happened with Drakos or Melissa, and I have no traumatizing memory, and my ass doesn’t feel violated, so I’ll be fine.” Axton reached over and squeezed Drakos shoulder. “Well buddy, I hope you learned a valuable lesson. If you see a group of people that normally are well behaved acting out of character, you report it and find help, not try to join them. You should have known the second I tried to sing Karaoke something was off. You had the opportunity to end what happened but made a very bad choice.”
Drakos wiped the tears from his eyes. “I thought we were all going to have a special day. It wasn’t special at all.”
Axton stood with his hand on Drakos’ shoulder. “I’ll fetch the others and let them know it’s safe to come back. We have a lot to talk about still.”
I had one question. Was the sex with Wrenly and my hard on now a result of too much Viagra? Was I still fucked up and would again struggle with sex?