2. Chapter 1
Psycho – Twenty-Eight Years Old
“Oh my…harder Psycho, harder, baby!” Misty moans, her breathing heavy as she tries to lift her hips to get what she wants.
I grin and tighten my hold on her thighs that I’m currently keeping above her head and look down as I watch my dick move in and out of her bare cunt which glistens with her arousal.
Fuck that’s hot…
I quicken my thrusts but bend slightly at the knees to hit her G-spot. She screams, digging her nails into my arms while I groan at the pleasure as I look up at her.
Her light pink hair is spread across my pillows, her light blue eyes screwed shut as her orgasm washes over her. Her body tightens, her walls squeeze me, fluttering around my cock but that isn’t what sets me off. The vision before me changes.
Black hair spreads across my blue sheets instead, dark green eyes piercing into mine, eyes that I can spend hours looking into, is what sets me off as always. My balls tighten, my spine tingles and I quickly pull out of Misty’s pussy and grab my dick, squeezing it as I come, the condom filling.
I’m not one to come in a club girl, even with a condom on. Ass, pussy, mouth is a no go for me. Club girls will do anything to trap a brother, including spitting a brother's release into their hand and shoving it inside them.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, breathing heavy, but not in pleasure, instead I feel like a fucking prick.
This is the only way I can come nowadays. I think of Ivy, my best friend, and I feel like an ass for it every single time.
Shaking my head, I climb off Misty who drops her legs breathing heavy with a sated look on her sweaty face and I head to my bathroom while pulling the condom off my flaccid dick ignoring her.
I can’t keep going on like this. She is all I can think of every day, and it’s driving me insane.
I'm completely insane because I know I can’t go there with her, not just because I know she deserves better than someone like me, but because of the conversation I had her brother, my club brother.
Last week when he noticed how I was looking at her, a look I try not to give her when we’re surrounded but clearly failed that day.
“Don’t go there,” Venom snaps, and I look his way with a furrowed brow.
He nods to his sister who is grinning at Viper and states, “You’ve made it perfectly clear you want to be a player.
You made it fucking pretty obvious you don’t want to go down the same route as all the other brothers have with their women, a route we both know you’ll go down, so stay the hell away from my sister. ”
I shake my head and snap, “She’s my best friend, Venom!”
He shrugs, “And that is all it will ever be between you two – friendship – because let’s face it, we have our father's blood running through our veins.”
He walked away after that when Ivy skipped over to us, and we’ve barely spoken since.
How could a man who grew up with me think I’d put his sister in the same situation our fathers have put our mothers in?
I sigh as I empty the condom in the sink and wash it out before I drop the condom in the trash can, then look in the mirror.
I understand his concerns, believe me I fucking do.
Glock cheated on his mama, which isn’t really a shocker.
Most of the older generation haven’t been faithful to their women, who some are aware of and are willing to deal with, only wanting the brother's patch. Others, like my mama, walk away. Clara took a page from my mother’s book and threw her cut on the bar five months ago, walking away without looking back while Glock ran out of their room, pulling his jeans up and a smirking Jewels following, the same Jewels who now pouts because Glock hasn’t touched her since.
Unfortunately for Glock, he didn’t just lose his wife five months ago and seems to be using him for his bank balance now but Ivy wants nothing to do with him. She also gave Jewels a black eye.
So, I can understand why Venom gave me the warning, but he should also know I wouldn’t go there anyhow because he is right, we do have our fathers’ blood inside us.
If I made Ivy mine, something I have wanted since she was eighteen, maybe even sooner if I allow my mind to wonder, something I won’t do knowing I’ll want to shoot myself and I cheated on her, fuck, that feeling alone would kill me.
I know I should have more faith in myself but I swore I’d never have an old lady, including my best friend, and I won’t, I fucking can’t.
Swallowing hard, I shove away from the counter and walk naked back into my room to see Misty sitting on the edge of my bed already dressed in her short mini dress with cut-out sides, but her attention is on the photo of Ivy and me on her eighteenth birthday in the yard.
She’s on my back and we’re both grinning at the camera.
That day, I probably started to see her in a different light, and I can’t even explain why. One minute, I was talking to my dad, and the next, I locked on Ivy’s form, and my stomach suddenly tightened when I saw a prospect flirting with her. It’s like I allowed myself to see her in a new light.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, when she had boyfriends, I felt overprotective, but that was because I thought no guy was good enough for my best friend.
Guess I was wrong.
“Time to go, Misty,” I say as I walk over to my chest of drawers, feeling her eyes on me.
“Off to spend the day with Ivy,” she spits, and I roll my eyes at her jealousy.
She fucks half the brothers, including the other clubwhores yet she has the gall to act jealous when we all know she wants a brother’s patch.
Since I became VP, she’s had her eyes on me, especially since Blade has gone and fallen for Luna, the princess of the Furies MC.
She’s disappeared after Blade accused her of being a traitor when she omitted the truth about who she was related to believing she was just a waitress, not the sister to our enemy.
There has been a whole lot of shit happening lately, and I’m honestly sick of it. I thought fucking Misty would help relieve the frustration inside me, but again, I guess I was wrong.
Blade met Luna at the Furies’ diner, Big Macenzie’s Grub where we were supposed to burn the place down after their prospects had killed Macky, Venom and Ivy’s grandfather, a dear brother who had went to go see what shit had happened at our decoy warehouse after the alarms went off only to have a blade stabbed into his neck.
Something that wouldn’t have happened if Blade’s mama hadn’t snuck her nose in club business and demanded the prospect who was going to go with him to stay and ended up losing her old lady cut in the process, something she didn’t even care about.
The brothers believe she can’t get over the fact that her old man fathered a child with someone else and has been a bitch ever since. I’m beginning to see that she wants out and knows Brick won’t let her leave unless she does something really fucking big.
Blade had already kicked her off club property once, and after months of radio silence, they brought her back, and even I can see she doesn’t want to be here.
Blade is currently searching for his girl, regretting his actions after threatening to kill her for her lies.
Axe, the president of the Furies is monitoring his members to see who had been ordering his prospects to attack our business’s, something that has quietened down since Luna disappeared.
Someone we believe is his VP, Brock, orchestrated to start a coup, Blade’s mama was forced back to the club after he kicked her out when she hit Luna after accusing her of being a lying patch chaser – long fucking story – and I’ve fallen madly in love with my best friend.
I shake my head as I put on my jeans and grab a tank top and I say, “No, Misty. She’s got a job interview. I’m off to see my mama, if that is okay with you?”
She flinches at my harsh tone, clears her throat, stands, and stutters, “I-I uh, okay…”
I narrow my eyes at her as she scrambles out of my room.
“Fucking jealous clubwhores!” I mutter and slam my drawer shut.
“Hey Mama,” I say as I walk into Dark Angel’s Tats half an hour later, where I’ve been working since graduating high school, noticing her on the couches near the dark gray wall.
She looks up from my workbook and grins before standing and meeting me halfway and wraps her arms around me, and I sigh.
“Hey, my boy,” she whispers as she pulls back, her eyes looking over me.
Her eyes take me in, and I grin as I do the same with her.
Her hair is lighter, her skin tanned, and I’m pretty sure she’s lost some weight, but she looks healthy and happy.
“I missed you, Mama.” I admit, and she grins back before she moves to the side and picks something up before showing me a small painting in a dark gold frame that, to me, looks like different swirls of red and blue.
My sister would slap my head and name some famous painter from the eighteen hundreds who most likely painted it, and I should be appreciating it.
“I missed you, too, and this is from your sister,” she replies, and I take the painting, unable to wipe the smile from my face.
Each time Mama visits Marie or I go, I get a painting, and I hang them in my room here each time because fuck, I miss my sister.
As I predicted nine years ago, my big sister fell in love with a French guy, her teacher's assistant, to be exact and they married after three years of knowing each other.
More like eloped, not wanting to put Mama in a position to sit near Dad.
They now have a one-year-old boy who is absolutely adorable, and my sister has never been happier, even if she is in a different country.
Mama has just spent a year in Paris helping Marie out with the baby so it’s really fucking good to see her.
I look up at Mama and ask, “Didn’t meet any French men then?”
She snorts, “No, son.”
Nine years, and Mama still hasn’t moved on from Dad, but I don’t think that was on purpose. She’s been busy focusing on herself and has even got herself a degree.
Before taking a sabbatical, Mama worked at Rose’s elementary school, somewhere apparently Clara has started working but as a cleaner.
While Mama was finding herself, Dad was burying himself in the clubwhores, something Mama is very aware of. She still speaks to the old ladies, so they have kindly kept her up to date with Dad’s activities, meaning she’ll never go back to him, the divorce papers he refuses to sign proof of that.
My dad is a fucking idiot.
In the beginning it hurt her, especially when he fucked Cherri the day that she left to punish her. Even going as far as sending her photos but now, she’s come to terms he just didn’t love her as much as she loved him.
Their relationship reminds me of Glock and Clara’s, only Glock hasn’t touched another woman in five months and Dad hasn’t kept his dick in his pants despite claiming that he wants his wife back while said wife wants a clean break from him.
“Is Ivy meeting you here today?” Mama asks with a small smile, a twinkle in her eyes as she sits on the dark brown leather couches in the reception area, and I shake my head as I follow her.
She’s trying to be sly, but it isn’t working.
“No,” I reply, “she has a job interview, though she’s still not telling me where, and we’re just friends, Mama, so get that look off your face.”
I hate that despite moving out and spending a year with Marie, she can still read me.
Mama grins widely and repeats for the hundredth time, “Give it time,” making me shake my head yet again with aspiration this time.
She’ll give anything for me to claim Ivy and fuck, if I knew I wouldn’t be like Dad or all the other brothers, I probably would claim her, but I can’t change my DNA.
“Does anyone know what degree she graduated with yet?” Mama asks, and I snort.
For four years, Ivy kept quiet about what degree she was getting, stating that some brothers, including her dad, wouldn’t agree. To this day, none of us know, not even her brother.
The fucker is amazing at tech but he refuses to break her trust and log into the college data base.
“No,” I reply again, “but apparently if she gets the job, she’ll tell us.”
Mama nods as she looks around the room and mutters, “This place has come a long way since you started, sweetheart…”
I grin, puffing my chest a little at her praise like I’m a little boy again wanting his mama’s approval, and I say, “Thanks, Mama.”
She hums as she eyes the page she was on when I arrived, and I look down, too, but tense seeing the black Ivy shaped into angel wings.
Shit.
Mama looks at me and raises a brow and I sigh, knowing I can’t turn away from that look so I stand before lifting my tank and showing my chest, and she nods in approval as she questions, “Just friends, huh?”
I grunt, taking a seat again and repeat, “Just friends.”
“Jax, don’t let my failed relationship with your father dictate your relationship with Ivy because you’re not him. You won’t hurt her, and that tattoo is you claiming her, and you know it,” Mama whispers, and I sigh.
“It isn’t just Dad, Mama. Look what Glock has done to Clara and Brick, fathering a child with someone else as retaliation all because his old lady cheated once.
I mean fuck, half the brotherhood fucks around not caring that they have women, families…
” I look at her, “I won’t risk that with Ivy.
She’s my best friend, and while yeah, I’ve claimed her in my heart, I won’t claim her in the club. ”
I look back at the books as Mama places her hand on my back, my eyes going over the Ivy that I have tatted on my chest, over my heart, something of which no one is aware.
“Friends is all we’ll ever be, and besides, she has dreams of leaving and living in New York. I won’t take that away from her,” I mutter, and I won’t.
“If she comes back to me, then I know we were meant to be,” I finish on a sigh.
Her feelings and wants come before everything, and she wants to save up enough money to move to New York. She's not willing for her parents to help pay her way. She’s strong, independent, and stubborn, and she owns me. She just doesn’t know it, and she never will.
Friends, that is all I can and will ever offer.