AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Challenge accepted!
Six months later. Summer 1999.
I kept staring at the gold and diamond band on my finger. The ring shone prettily in the sun as we waited outside the clubhouse for Chance and the others to join us. They attended our wedding today, which I had been planning for months. We’d had a simple ceremony in front of a friendly judge, but there were some wedding items I’d asked for. A bouquet of roses, a small veil, and a skin-tight, thigh-length white dress cut with a heart-shaped bodice. Big Al’s eyes had drifted to the girls there, all plumped up, and his jaw had dropped open in shock. Lust flared as his eyes kept drifting there. My hair was in curls and piled on top of my head.
Chance had been Big Al’s best man, and Shee had given me away. The rest of Hellfire had attended. When I say Hellfire, I mean our guys, not Zeus’s gang. Not one of them had been surprised when Big Al informed them we were getting married. But fuck me, I may have got the man, but he’d won the bet. We’d kissed and petted each other, but Big Al had iron-clad control, and I couldn’t break that no matter how hard I’d tried. And believe me, I’d fuckin’ tried.
We’d got wed this morning and went home for a cookout and beer. Now all of us were heading to the Hellfire clubhouse to inform Zeus that Big Al has a wife and old lady. That was one confrontation I was dreading. Big Al and the guys didn’t seem too bothered, but I was. I’d overheard how those who had old ladies treated them, and Big Al would never treat me like that. What those poor women suffered was disgusting. They were enslaved and disrespected all over. Their men slept with whores in front of them and put them down.
As soon as Zeus was informed, we were leaving for a honeymoon. Big Al had promised me two weeks away, but he’d admitted to booking three. Chance had organised Hellfire to cover the shop. That meant Zeus’s gang couldn’t get their greedy mitts on shit. In the last few months, I’d done everything to tempt Big Al into bed and seriously failed. To say I was looking forward to being Big Al’s was an understatement. But we had to resolve this shit with Zeus concerning our wedding. Finally, Chance and the others roared up. It felt like hours had passed, but they’d only been a few minutes behind. Chance swung off his bike, followed by Sunny and then Bear.
We all accepted that Sunny was Chance’s second in command while Bear ranked third. They pushed their way into the clubhouse, which was packed to the brim. Sitting in the armchair that made him think he was king, Zeus watched with a narrowed stare. Zeus’s filthy greedy gaze lit on me, and an unholy light flared in his eyes as he straightened and shoved away the whore giving him a blow job. Silence fell as the crowd realised something was about to happen.
“Wanna present my wife to the club. Tati’s not only my wife but my old lady too,” Big Al said, stepping forward with his hand in mine.
“What?” Zeus asked, tilting his head.
“Yeah, married this morning,” Big Al confirmed.
Lustful eyes ran up and down my body as Zeus sat forward with his pencil dick still hanging out. A shiver of disgust travelled through me, but Zeus mistook that for something else.
“Like what you see, little girl?” Zeus crowed, his eyes on my boobs.
I curled into Big Al, avoiding answering. Zeus rose to his feet and made no move to put his cock away.
“You know, I read somewhere in the olden days in good ole England, there used to be a thing. The lord could take the wife of one of his servants or tenants on their wedding night. They called it being blessed by the lord or some shit. Well, am I not your lord? President of the fuckin’ club, maybe I should instal that policy tonight. What ya say, pretty?” Zeus leered, reaching out.
Big Al moved and slapped Zeus’s hand.
“Don’t touch her!”
“Leave me alone!” I cried at the same time.
Zeus’s eyes narrowed on Big Al. “Did you strike your president?” he snarled.
“Yup, I will do more than slap your hand should you reach for Tati again. Tati is off-limits as my wife and old lady,” Big Al replied.
“You touched your pres in anger! You just lost your ranking in this club, and now you’ll face the gauntlet in the ring. And while you lie bleeding and broken, I’ll fuck your girl in every hole she has. I will leave her bloody, and you’ll crawl on your knees to thank me for not cutting the patch from your skin,” Zeus yelled.
Big Al’s hand shot out and grabbed Zeus around the throat.
“First fucker that pulls declares war,” Chance said calmly. Zeus’s gang exchanged worried glances. They were pissed and high and cocky, but the cold anger emanating from Hellfire was deadly.
“What is rule three in the charter?” Big Al asked, shaking Zeus like a ragdoll.
“Get your hand off me!” Zeus roared.
“Answer the fuckin’ question!” Big Al demanded.
Shee took my side as Hellfire moved into defensive positions.
“Don’t know!” Zeus yelled.
“Rule three, a man claims an old lady, puts a ring on her, she’s treated with respect, honour and dignity. The club swears to lay their lives down to protect the old ladies,” Big Al hissed in his face. “You signed that, and even though you claimed president, you ain’t exempt from it.”
“Then maybe I need to renew the charter!” Zeus screeched as his hands scrabbled to break Big Al’s grip. Hellfire stood to attention, eyes focused on Zeus, and I saw worried looks exchanged. A thin, sleazy man hurried over.
“Zeus, you can’t do that!” Beaker said.
