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IKE, AKA FROM LONELY BOY TO HORNY MAN
Despite telling Oanahow important chick time is to her mental health, I’m immediately bummed when she leaves my side for a few hours.
My president notices me moping around the homestead and starts doling out orders.
“Go ride around with your cousins and look scary,” Uncle Court says and gestures at West and Val play fighting nearby. “Ride close to the Blood-Red Suns’ territory, just to see what they do.”
With a task to take my mind off missing Oana, I stay busy for the next few hours with my cousins. Val and West keep fighting to take the lead on our ride. As I watch them play their dick-measuring games, I’m relieved I never felt the urge to do the same with Otto. Maybe because of the eight-year age gap between us, but my brother never needed to prove his manhood to me. Instead, I looked up to him, and he always looked out for me.
My thoughts are on Otto when West and Val slow down to eyeball a few Blood-Red Suns Motorcycle Club members at a burger place. The men sit outside, exuding hostility. One of them stands as if to signal we’re crossing a line by riding in their territory. Another guy—older and scrawny as fuck—smacks the first one on the arm and shakes his head. Once the beefy jackass sits down, we rev our engines before riding off.
I don’t know the point of poking at the other club whose territory borders ours. We don’t battle with them much. Neither club is big enough to wage war with the other. Tension brewed for a short bit when Tuesday dated and dumped one of their members. It was nothing serious, just more drama to keep life spicy.
Today’s antics might be nothing more than Court showing off the next generation of Rawkfist Motorcycle Club.
As usual, I don’t ask questions.Maybe I should.Normally, I trust my president and club brothers enough to do whatever I’m told.
Now, though, I’m responsible for more than my own future. I need to ensure Oana is safe and comfortable. We might have kids. Maybe even soon since we’re not careful at all.
No way were my father and brother so submissive once they had families to support. They stepped up to safeguard their futures. I’ll need to start doing the same thing.
“Why were we poking at the Suns?” I ask West when we park our bikes back in one of the homestead’s detached garages.
“Their president is old.”
“He’s younger than our fathers.”
West frowns at Val who shrugs. “I don’t know about that. Court just wants us to see how pissy the Suns are currently.”
“And you didn’t ask why?”
“I did. I’m a man who asks questions,” West says and shoves Val out of the way so my cousin can get up in my face. “When I run this club one day, I will rule with an iron fist. You will be my bitch. Prepare to beg.”
“If you’re mean to me” I growl while erasing the space between us, “I’ll tell my ma. Good luck winning the club’s respect when you get your ass whooped by a chick. I wonder if Alexis will throw you a pity fuck after your defeat.”
“Journey’s not a normal chick, so it wouldn’t count,” West insists and flicks me in the nose. “And my woman will never need to pity fuck me. I’m her stallion, and she loves to ride.”
Val bursts into laughter and announces, “I’m telling everyone you said that!”
While West chases Val to their house, I mosey in the same direction. Soon, Oana will be back at the homestead with the rest of the chicks.
At my parents’ house, I sit outside on the deck and enjoy the warm afternoon. We plan to have dinner here like last night. Edith talked Oana into helping her cook tonight’s meal, so my ma can enjoy a night off.
I appreciate my sister’s bonding attempts. She came over to get Oana before their trip to the salon. My girl was stressed enough to become teary-eyed. Edith took charge and directed Oana toward the garage. I’d flipping love for Edith and Oana to become besties.
I’m daydreaming about my sister visiting my eventual house when her Pathfinder pulls down the main road and onto the homestead. I hurry over, unable to help myself. A few hours without Oana felt like an eternity.
The women walk out of the garage in a group. Everyone looks fancied up, but my dream girl blows them all away.
