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Now, let me tell y’all a story that sums up Satan in all his glory. This one time, we’re burning rubber across state lines, looking like a damn invasion force, when we pull into this shithole gas station. There’s this bunch of wide-eyed tourists snapping pics like we’re zoo animals. Satan, with that shit-eating grin of his, decides it’s time to educate ‘em on biker culture.
Fuck busting cameras, I thought we were about to have some bodies to bury, but no, Satan strolls over, charisma pouring off him like sweat, and starts spewing this bull about an ancient biker ritual to bless the road. Before you know it, he had them all giving over their film and dancing like they were possessed around our bikes, chanting like loons. Making damn fools of themselves.
Then Satan tops it off by having them let us anoint them with beer, proclaiming it protected them from the spirits of the road. We were all dying, laughing our asses off, drinking and then spewing our beer on them.
Yeah, Satan taught me there were livelier ways to deal with all the shit this road brings. Satan was beyond mere brass balls and laughs. He was the brother you wanted by your side when shit hit the fan, the first to throw down and the last to back up. His spirit was a fucking inferno, lighting up the darkest nights and guiding us through the storm.
So, here we are, saying goodbye to a biker who was too fucking big for this world. Satan, brother, your ride’s over, but your legend, your spirit, it’s immortal. We’ll carry your memory with us, every mile, every road. You taught us to live fierce, to love hard, and to ride like there’s no tomorrow.
As we fire up our engines one last time for you, let the roar be a tribute to your legacy. Ride free in the eternal highways, brother. You were, without a fucking doubt, the baddest biker to ever live. Rest in peace, Satan. Your brothers and sisters will never forget you.
Alright, enough of a regular, sappy-ass funeral. Tonight, we salute a legend, a true outlaw, a brother who lived life full throttle, balls to the wall, no apologies or regrets. I expect this to be the wildest fucking party we’ve seen in a while at Royal Road.”
After a few more speeches, much shorter than mine, Rome took over for Eve with a more rocking setlist. I even got up to sing one of Satan’s favorites “Outlaw Women.” He was a big Hank Williams’ fan. Then I steered a gang of sweetbutts Satan’s way, promising to line their pockets if they made sure he enjoyed his funeral.
“He likes to watch and can’t do much else.”
Then, I grabbed my ol’ lady to party. After a good dinner from our buffet, too many drinks and reminiscing with nearly everyone, my woman and I escaped outside. The night air held a chill, so Eve snuggled into my leather jacket while I was wearing it. When we got to my Harley, I was too drunk for a ride, but I climbed on and revved it up. Eve slid in front of me. I walked it to the side of the building, away from prying eyes.
Moving her long blonde hair, I kissed the crook of her neck and trailed my hands ‘round to her plump cleavage. Her breasts were still bigger from having our kids, and I found I liked the fact that I’d done that to her more than anything. I pressed her back forward, and I brought up her skirt to see her pretty pink ass. Thankfully, she had lost her panties at some point. The fabric creeped up so far, I could see my property patch I had her get just recently, as a tramp stamp. I’d never gone so far as to tattoo my brand on a woman before instead of simply cutting my initial. But I’d done married Eve and meant it.
Fuck. Nothing got me harder than knowing she erased that other guy’s brand and got mine. My hands flew to my belt to undo my pants. She grabbed a hold of the handlebars, and I had my cock deep within her pussy, fucking her as she leaned into the vibration of my hog. It’d been too long since I’d fucked Eve on my motorcycle. She was howling before long, causing me to explode inside her.
By the time we made it back to the big house that night, it was good Haven had the kids over at hers for the whole night.
“I ain’t done with you,” I said, taking her into the pool.
Eve complained about her clothes getting wet, but I soon had them off her. We were naked in the cool water, her legs wrapped around me. Her ass bobbin in the water, I held her up with ease, my mouth suckling her giant nipple. I fucking loved to get a taste.
“Beau, you’ve got to stop or they’re never gonna dry up,” Eve scolded me.
Chapter 3
Eve
“Seriously Donette, I can barely walk this morning.”
My best friend always liked to tell me all her sexcapades, so I thought I’d repay the favor, like I didn’t get to do while she was alive.
“And after the Harley, we were fucking in the pool… did I tell you there’s a pool in Kingpin’s big house? I guess my house, now. Yeah, I reckon it used to be a small hotel… And then on the stairs and even on his baby grand piano. Hell, it’s been a while since we were at it like this. I didn’t think we’d get a chance to until after our wedding. We’ve both been so busy lately. Hell, we’ve been too busy to even have our actual wedding. It’s a good thing we’re already man and wife.
We’re getting married on Valentine’s Day, since Prince’s birthday is the day before. And we plan to have another honeymoon because last time when we flew off to Key West, I was pregnant with little Angel here. So, we had a good time, but Kingpin reckons we can have a better time, if you know what I mean. But we’re staying close this time.”
I had Angel out of her stroller, in my lap as I sat on the cold ground next to Donette’s grave in Spring Hills Cemetery. My baby fiddled with the bouquet of flowers I’d brought to decorate the grave.
“Where? Pigeon Forge. Kingpin says it’s Vegas for Baptists, but I don’t care. I don’t plan on leaving our cabin. There’s a hot tub and a big heart-shaped bed. It’s cheesy as all get out, but we need the vacation somethin’ awful.”
Prince, who was nearly two years old, was back at Royal Road with his father. Even if Kingpin probably pawned him off on someone by now.
“And like I probably told you before, having Angel was another huge ordeal. I wasn’t in a coma or nothing so dramatic, but Lordalmighty, recovering from a c-section ain’t a walk in the park. So, we already postponed this wedding until I had my body back. And I’m not just talking about my figure. It was a bit until I could even take the stairs.
And to think Kingpin wants to have another baby. If he had his way, that man would keep me barefoot and pregnant. The doctor and him are convinced that I can have another one, so I’ve agreed to hold off on getting my tubal, but good gravy, I need a break. Maybe two is enough, y’know. Besides, I’m working again. No, not just at Royal Road. Donette, you’d be so proud of me. I have all the gigs I could want and if Kingpin’s brother asks me to go on tour… Hell, I might do it.”
I decided against mentioning all the albums I’d been credited on, since I was writing songs, lately. After all, it wasn’t polite to brag. Donette was dead and gone. I shed a tear for her, thinking of how full of life she always was… Everyone loved her. She’d been a lone bright spot for me, one of my few friends since I kept my heart so close to my chest. But Donette had lit up so many skies.
Drying my tears, I knew it was about time for me to leave. Angel was getting fussy. Her and Prince were only thirteen months apart. Our little girl was getting ready to have her first birthday next month, and since she was walking, she wanted to wander. I couldn’t let her go off in the cemetery. Fall in some open grave. My motherly brain was constantly worrying on all the dangers around.
As I strapped my precious Angel back into her stroller, I remembered something I wanted to tell Donette, “Oh, you remember Viv?” Viv, the bartender at Bootsie’s, was one of the people responsible for Donette’s death. “Just found out she died in prison. She was in a fight, so someone took her out, even.”
