Chapter 1 #2
My father made me work my way through college, and here’s my sister running around the field without a care in the world.
Nonetheless, I’m just as bad as my parents.
Ruby earned full-ride and sports scholarships to study down here at the state university.
The parents help pay for her dorm housing, and every two weeks, I ensure that her credit cards are good and her campus card is loaded with food money.
I’m also checking up on her now before my meeting with the president of the Shiver of Chaos MC.
They’ve helped us, and it’s time I paid up for their services.
Just so happens that their headquarters is near the campus, right outside of Eastport.
A mix of students mill around as I survey my surroundings.
Some are the rich kids you expect to see, who couldn’t make it into the Ivy League, but whose parents still wanted them to have a decent education.
Then there are the students who work hard to be here.
Those are the ones who walk by with their heads down, rushing off to their next class, while the others linger around as if this is a social club.
Case in point: the group of girls in skimpy outfits, sitting as if they’re watching practice, but instead, are gossiping and checking us out.
“Hello, cutie,” a girl from the bleachers calls down, and I peer back to see Spike shaking his head.
All the girls find him cute until they realize he’s sick in the head.
Fucker has some whacked ideas about sex.
Shit I don’t want to know about. But he’s covered in tattoos and has that long, hanging-in-his-eyes hairstyle.
Unlike me. My hair is short, cropped, almost shaved at the sides, with the top being a couple of inches longer, and I keep it pushed back.
I take off my brain bucket helmet and hang it on the bars before grabbing my ball cap and slipping it on backwards. I’m a big guy who isn’t always viewed as a hottie. I also have the don’t-fuck-with-me vibe.
Leaning forward on my tank, I stretch my legs to support me and my flat black Harley Road King.
I ignore the girls and watch my sister run a play on the pitch.
The scrum is set up, and a curvy, bigger girl catches my eye, holding the line when the hooker pops up with the ball.
She tosses it to a scrum half, who then tosses it toward my sister, who is one of the wings.
The big girl moves down the pitch to help with the play.
Her shorts barely cover her plump, muscular ass, and her breasts jiggle a bit even in what must be a high-impact bra.
I shift on my seat before getting off and adjusting myself.
Fucking teenagers got me turning hard. I need to get laid, but I’ve been too busy getting the new factory up and running.
Plus, I don’t do club bunnies. They’re only looking for a property patch that I’ll probably never give away.
I’m holding out for what my parents have, and I haven’t found that yet.
When my patch is placed on my ol’ lady, she’ll know it’s forever.
Too many marriages end in divorce, or people have a temporary mentality about marriage; I don’t.
The coach blows a whistle, and the players all gather around her.
The girl who caught my eye moves toward them, glancing over at us before the girls on the bleachers, then she joins the huddle.
She’s taller than everyone else, making me wonder about her exact height, since she’s that much taller than Ruby.
My sister is only five feet three, but this girl is head and shoulders over her.
Given my height and size, she intrigues me.
Her dark hair is secured in a tight bun, but as soon as the coach dismisses them, she reaches up and tugs a black scrunchy from her hair.
Shiny, curly locks, the color of my favorite espresso, with a hint of red cascade down her back.
When another ponytail is removed, the hair settles to her thicker waist.
Fuck.
I adjust myself again and spy Ruby trying to direct the curvy girl toward us. I’m about to get an up-close and personal view of this beauty. She shakes her head as she stares at us, then heads off toward the locker rooms.
I wonder if she’s scared of me, which causes an uneasy feeling in my chest. A lot of the girls who don’t know us are scared.
We’re decked out in leather jackets and cuts.
All four of us carry visible knives, but our guns remain hidden.
The cuts display the club’s name on the back, but from the front, they show only our nicknames and a few other patches.
I’m dressed in a flannel for the fall ride and the loose-fitting jeans I like. I realize that at my size, I come off as intimidating, but I don’t want this girl’s fear, and it gives me pause for a moment. Why do I care so much about someone I’ve never met before? The question sticks with me.
At over six feet four and two hundred and thirty pounds, it’s tough for me to find comfortable clothes that withstand my busy, gritty life.
I’m President of the Kings of Anarchy Rhode Island Chapter, but I’m also the owner of several businesses in our small town of Jupiter.
I inherited two of them from my father and grandfather, who were also part of the club.
My father was the president before me, but my grandfather “helped” the club.
You see, our chapter of the Kings of Anarchy is proficient in making things and people disappear.
Not in the ‘put that person in hiding’ way, more like we permanently make them go away.
I own a pet cemetery and a crematorium that helps dispose of bodies for the right price.
My new business is a legit factory that used to deal in medical devices, which I converted into an agrochemicals facility that provides us all with clean money.
But it also houses hydrofluoric acid to help break down everything, even bones and teeth.
We aren’t the nice guys that girls read about in their romance novels.
We aren’t even like the television show bikers.
We are the bad guys. I do have a few rules, though, and drugs in my town are one of the no-goes.
We have legal distribution of marijuana, but no other drugs.
That’s what Shiver of Chaos is helping us with.
They are working on ridding us of some dealers.
They flush them out, and we take care of them without the court getting involved.
I’m called Judge for a reason. I make the rules and lay down the laws. The mayor is on our payroll; so is the sheriff. We don’t own the town, but we sure as hell run it. What we want is how it goes.
My sister skips over to us. Her long, highlighted, deep brown hair, so much like our mother’s, had been in a bun, too, but she pulled it down after the curvy girl did.
“Hey, baby girl,” Spike says as he wraps his arm around her waist and tucks her into his body.
“Hey, Spike.”
He kisses the top of her head, then passes her off to Hooks and Hammer before she gets to me. I wrap her in my arms and lift her up.
“Baby girl, how are you doing?” Spike asks her.
“I’m awesome. Are you going to be able to make it to the match on Saturday?” she turns to ask me.
“That’s the plan. We’ll have to be down here for a few days, so I figured I’d stick around and watch you play.”
“Cool, then you can meet Evie. She had to go ‘cause she has dinner with her parents tonight.”
“Was that your friend?” I point to where the curvy girl ran off to.
“Yep, that’s Evie. She’s my bestie,” Ruby giggles. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Oh, man. Girl, what project are you bringing home now?” Spike chuckles.
I’m beginning to wonder myself.
“She’s not a project. She just needs friends.” My sister’s eyes flick to the stands where the other girls have left. “Shit.” She moves to find out where they are going, then takes a relieving breath. “Thank goodness. Fucking Paris is harassing Evie.”
“Why?” I’m legit interested in finding out more about this girl. “How old is this Evie?”
My sister doesn’t miss a thing. She smiles slyly and cocks her head to the side. “Why you want to know, Mr. I Don’t Date?” She waggles her brows at me. “She interest you?”
“No, but any friend of yours that’s bringing enemies down on herself could bring it down on you. That I don’t want.”
“Evie would never dream of hurting me. Paris is only after Evie because she likes Evie’s ex. And for your information, Evie is almost twenty-two. She’s a senior.”
She’s still ten years younger than me, but I can’t help being interested in her. It’s not something controllable. “Well, let’s get to dinner. Go take a shower, and we’ll be out here waiting for you.”
“Okay. I’ll hurry.” She checks around us. “Where is Torch?”
“He didn’t come.” It sucks to see her face fall from my comment.
My best friend and VP is too old for my baby sister. I’ve told him that, and he’s promised to stay away from her now. But how do I keep her away from him? That’s the problem.
Ruby jogs off to the locker room, and I traipse around, stretching my legs after the nearly hour-long ride from Jupiter to here.
I’m taking my sister to dinner, dropping her at the dorm, and then heading to the SoC clubhouse for the night.
That’s the plan, although I’d love to catch a glimpse of that beauty again.
With that thought, heels click across the pavement, and I’m surprised to see the bombshell beauty strolling with purpose toward a white Audi Quattro.
She’s now dressed in a pair of skintight leather-like pants, a black blouse, and a jacket.
She wears jet-black heels with the famous red soles, indicating their expense.
She notices me and pauses for a moment before softly smiling.
Her hair is up again in a tight bun, she’s applied eye makeup, and her lips are a sexy red.
Gold hoops dangle from her ears, and I enjoy her eyes gliding up and down my body just like mine did to hers as she checks me out.
Now that her breasts aren’t confined in the compression bra, I can tell they’re an abundant amount that a guy could fuck along with her lush body.
As if reading my dirty thoughts, her skin flushes an adorable pink, so I saunter toward her.
“Oink oink,” someone yells, and her head drops before she rushes off.
I swing my head in the direction of Evie’s taunter and recognize her as one of the girls from the bleachers. She’s blond and makes a pinched expression as if staring down her nose at me. “What are you looking at, criminal? I’ll call campus security.” Her voice is whiny and pitchy.
At the mention of security, my boys come stand at my back. Evie opens her door, goes to get into her car, and all I can do is stand there while she leaves me.
“I’m looking at a jealous cunt who won’t call security because my friends here just heard you bullying Evie.”
She huffs at me. “Don’t get your dick hurt. Evelise don’t put out, just ask my boyfriend. He dated her for years, and she only kissed him. Didn’t even let him go past that. If you’re interested, I’m sure one of my friends can help you, but not Evie.” She spits out her name.
From this distance, I notice Evie’s body tighten up, and she slides down into her car before starting it, staring at me through the windshield. I wave at her, and she waves back before driving away. I then return my full attention to Paris.
“So, you’re a pimp for your friends? Or are you the madam for them? Isn’t that the correct term? Oh yeah, that’s a criminal, too. At least here in Rhode Island, it is. And I’m not interested in used goods.” I chuckle and turn away as my sister marches over.
“Asshole,” Paris yells, and I laugh harder.
“Paris, shut the fuck up. Go suck another dick to keep your grades up,” Ruby interjects.
“Runt, I’d shut up if I were you. Your criminal friends won’t be around to protect you all the time.”
My little sister does not disappoint. “I don’t need them to kick your ass.”
She strides over to my bike and grabs my helmet, slipping it on her head. I swing my leg over and steady my bike off its stand. Ruby climbs on the back, and we take off for the roadhouse the VP of SoC told me about. His ol’ lady owns it, and I’m not disappointed in the food.