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“And what did I say about using your words?”
I scratched my head. “But Daddy says—”
“Harley, I didn’t ask you what your father said, I asked you what I said.”
Looking down at the ground, I whispered, “To use my words instead of my fists.”
“That’s ri—”
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “But Daddy says sometimes fists speak louder than words.”
“Damn straight, baby girl,” Daddy stated, walking into the kitchen.
“Creed!” Momma turned, yelling at him like always. Making me giggle.
Momma was always yelling at him for the stuff that came out of his mouth, cuz my daddy was awesome and always did and said what he wanted.
He cussed.
A lot, a lot.
Daddy had a potty mouth, and I had a potty mouth cuz of him.
I was always gettin’ yelled at by adults to watch my language. Little girls were supposed to be polite and delicate and turn into beautiful young ladies.
Bigger barf.
Well, I didn’t wanna be like that.
I just wanted to be myself.
Harley Jameson.
The biker princess of the baddest, scariest, meanest biker of them all. Prez of the End of the Road motorcycle club. Creed Jameson.
My daddy.
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HARLEY
Daddy came from a really super long line of bikers. Like a list of hundreds and hundreds of years long. Biker blood ran through my veins like it did my momma’s cuz Daddy made me with his seed. He planted me in Momma’s tummy with his water hose.
That was how babies were made.
By gardenin’.
Daddy said I wasn’t allowed to garden until I was fifty years old. It was okay, cuz I didn’t wanna garden anyway. Boys were stupid.
Except for my very best friend in the whole wide world, Cash McGraw. But I still didn’t wanna garden with him.
Momma said Cash had been my best friend since the day I was born. He hated Jackson, too. Not as much as I hated him. No one hated him as much as I did, but Jackson hated Cash, too. They didn’t like each other cuz Cash knew I was better than Jackson and always stuck up for me. Even though I didn’t need him to, I could kick Jackson’s butt, and I showed Cash…
All. The. Time.
I still remember a few years ago when Jackson said his willy was bigger than Cash’s willy. It all started when Cash ran out of the bathroom naked at one of his parents’ parties cuz the lights went out in his house from the thunderstorm.
“Cash,” I breathed out, looking at him. “What’s that?”
