Renegade Reject (7 page)

Turning around, I wrap my arms around him.  “Hey, Preach.”

He kisses me again, and this time there is nothing soft about it.  When he finally pulls back, a huge smile covers his face.  “I didn’t think you’d ever get here.”

Before I can respond, Leah lays her hand on Preach’s arm.  “Hi, Preach. My name’s Leah. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I love to read romance novels, but I never understood what it meant when an author described a heroine purring, and now I do.  I swear every single word Leah spoke came out as a purr, an obvious invitation. 

Preach pulls me tighter against him as he steps back, narrowing his eyes at Leah as if she is a piece of dog shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe.  “Yeah, I heard about you from more than one of the brothers.”

Not taking the hint, she steps closer.  “If you ever want to do more than hear about me, let me know.”

I would like to say I’m shocked, but I’m not.  I saw this coming. I knew she would do whatever she could to get in Preach’s bed.  Call it woman’s intuition, but I knew she wanted him the minute I told her we were seeing each other.

I’m just about to scratch her eyes out when Preach puts her in her place.  “Do you not see me standing here with my woman in my arms?  Are you fuckin’ blind?”

She giggles, yes, giggles like one of the girls we laughed at in school.  “I was just teasing.  I would never do anything to hurt Daisy.  We’re best friends.”

I want to scream at her, to tell her that she isn’t the girl that has been my best friend for years.  Instead, I pull out of Preach’s arms and grab his hand.  I ignore her and lead him toward the picnic table where my Grams, Ice, and Reese are sitting.  Before we get to them, he pulls me to a stop.  “You need to stay away from that bitch.  She’s nothing but trouble.”

I know he’s right, but I feel the need to defend the girl I used to consider my closest friend.  “She wasn’t always like that.  I’m not sure what happened to make her change, but she used to be a sweet girl.”

“I don’t give a shit what she used to be.  Now, she’s just another bitch, and I don’t want her around you.”

“We don’t really hang out that much anymore.  She’s always too busy at The Kitty Kat to hang out,” I reply. There’s no reason to tell him she spent last night at my house.  There’s also no reason to mention the fact that she spent the entire night treating me like shit either.  Why I put up with her attitude, I’ll never understand, but he’s right.  It’s time to cut ties with her. 

“Good. The less you see of her, the better,” he says as he leads me toward the picnic table. 

As we approach the table, I see my Grams’ eyes narrow.  “When did this happen?” she asks, looking toward our linked hands. 

I start to answer, but Preach does it for me. “The minute I laid eyes on your granddaughter.”

She must like his answer, because a huge smile crosses her face.  “About damn time someone took notice of my girl!”

We sit around for a while, just talking.  For the first time in my life, I feel like I really belong.  When I was little, Grams used to bring me to family parties at the clubhouse, but that stopped when I was about twelve.  Mom banned me from anything and everything that had to do with the club.  In fact, the only time I saw any of the members is when they came into the diner or happened to stop by Grams’ house while I was there.

At first, I wondered what I had done wrong.  All of the other kids got to go to family gatherings at the clubhouse, so why couldn’t I?  After a while, I realized my mom was jealous.  As crazy as it sounds, she was jealous of a twelve year old.  She told me I got too much attention from the brothers.  Not once did any of the guys try anything with me or do anything to make me feel uncomfortable, but they did talk to me and treat me like a brother’s kid.  Apparently, that was too much for her taste.

We’re all having a good time; such a good time that I don’t notice anything’s off until I feel Preach tense. I look away from Preach to see Kidd, standing over by the side of the building with his arms crossed and his face plastered with a mask of pure fury.  Chipper is trying to talk to him, but he’s not paying attention.  Instead, he’s looking toward the table we are sitting at.  I turn to see what he’s looking at, and sure enough, it’s Ice and Reese.  She’s in his lap, grinding herself against him.  I swear if they had their clothes off, they’d be having sex right beside us. 

“He’s gonna blow soon,” Preach whispers. “I don’t know why the fuck he’s puttin’ up with her shit. It’s been years since he fucked up. I told him she needed time, but I didn’t mean for him to give her years to get her shit straight. He needs to man up and make claim on her ass.”

I’m not really sure what happened between Kidd and Ice, but I know it wasn’t good and it’s why she’s here with Reese, instead of being Kidd’s old lady.  For some reason, the thought of Reese’s wife pops in my head.  “Where’s Roxy?”

I don’t know Reese’s wife very well, but I do know she’s a mega bitch.  However, club girls are not allowed to show any disrespect to members’ old ladies, so I don’t understand why Ice is with Reese in the middle of a family party.

“She wasn’t invited.  She’s not allowed at the clubhouse.  Shit, she’s not allowed on any of the club’s properties,” he answers without giving an explanation.  “That doesn’t stop her ass from trying though.  I heard her out by the gates about an hour ago. She was screaming the place down, saying she had the right to be here.  A few brothers made her leave. Bitch is fuckin’ crazy. Don’t know why Reese puts up with that shit either.”

I shake my head at it all. So much drama comes in and out of this club.  Even though Roxy isn’t the nicest person, she and Reese are married. I don’t understand why she isn’t allowed here today.  Glancing over to Reese and Ice, I have to wonder if it’s because he doesn’t want her to see him with another woman.  Looking around the party, I see a few of the other married brothers with club girls. The thought of Preach being with one of those girls sends a cold chill down my spine.  Surely, he wouldn’t do that to me.  Would he?

Shaking off my thoughts, I stand up and head to the bathroom.  “Be right back.”

I walk into the bathroom just as Leah is coming out.  She doesn’t say anything just shoots me a fake ass smile.  Something about her smile tells me that she’s gonna make me pay for Preach’s attitude toward her earlier. 

After using the bathroom, I see my Gramps and Uncle Holt sitting at the bar.  I have never been able to understand how they can be such good friends while both loving my Grams.  The fact that they have shared her for over thirty years is even more unbelievable. Sometimes, I still wonder how Grams can be with both of them. She swears she loves them both too much to ever choose between the two. She also says that picking one over the other would be like choosing which arm to cut off.  The three of them make it work though, so I guess I can’t fault them for that.  To each their own and all that jazz.

I walk over and wrap my arms around Uncle Holt.  “What are my two favorite men up to?”

He smiles, pulling me in for a hug.  “Just shooting the shit, Daisy girl.”

We talk for a few minutes before I excuse myself and make my way back over to Preach. I stop a few feet away when I see Leah trying to get his attention. Neither one of them sees me as I stand there, staring them down.

“Come on, Preach. What does she have that I don’t?” Leah asks, sounding pissed. “Come on, baby. I’ll make you feel so good.  You can even call me Daisy if you want,” she says, changing from pissed off to seductive while trying to crawl onto his lap.

“I don’t want you. I’ll never want you.  What don’t you understand about that?” Preach says, trying to shove her away.

“So that’s it! You like that jailbait bitch. You like little girl pussy?”

Shock causes me to gasp. Thankfully, both of them are too focused on their conversation to notice.

“Fuck you!” Preach says, getting pissed himself.

“I don’t know what you see in her anyway.  She’s nothing but trash.  Her own mom doesn’t even like her.”

Her words cause my stomach to roll.  How could she say something like that?

I can tell he’s had enough when he uses all of his strength to push her away, sending her to the ground at his feet. “Speak about her like that again, and I’ll put a bullet in your fuckin’ skull. Not sure how many fuckin’ times I have to tell you; she’s mine. I’m not gonna stick my dick in that cum bucket you call a pussy.”

Leah pushes herself off the ground. “You’re one of those, huh? Like it a little rough?”

Preach doesn’t say anything, just sits back down and grabs his beer, effectively shutting her out. 

She has never been one to be ignored, and now is no different.  “If getting rough is what gets you off, I’m okay with that too, baby.”

Preach shakes his head, beyond tired of her shit.  “Just get the fuck away from me before I have you removed from the club.”

“I’m going, but don’t worry, baby. I’ll be here when you decide you want something better than little miss perfect,” she says, sauntering off.

As she walks away, she looks right at me with a smile on her face, and I realize that she knew I was there the whole time.  I have to look away and hide my face, not wanting her to see my tears.

I watch her walk away out of the corner of my eye while I shake with anger.  I knew Leah wanted him, she proved that earlier, but I never would have thought she would bring up my mom like that.  She knows nothing hurts me worse than hearing about my mom’s hatred for me. 

I take a minute to get myself together before walking over to Preach.  As soon as he sees me, he pulls me down into his lap.  “There’s my Little Flower.”

PREACH

I watch Daisy ride away with her Grams, wishing she could stay with me.  No, that’s not true.  I don’t want Daisy in my room at the clubhouse; too many club whores have been in there.  Shit!  I need to get a place for us before her birthday. Somewhere clean, somewhere away from all this shit.  She may not know it yet, but her ass is moving in with me the day she turns eighteen. 

I wait until her car is out of sight before turning away.  I’ve barely made it through the door of the clubhouse, and Leah is already wrapping herself around me again.  I smell the liquor on her breath when she starts to whisper in my ear, “Since the little girl’s gone, it’s time to play with a real woman.”

What the fuck is wrong with her? Did I not tell her to fuck off earlier? Hell, I even pushed the bitch, and I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before in my life. Yet here she is, still trying to fuck me. This bitch is a masochist. Before I can push her skank ass off of me, her hand finds my dick and starts to rub.  I would like to say that I’m immune to her efforts, but I’m not. I haven’t been laid in nearly two months, and my dick doesn’t care that Leah is a bitch. No, my dick only knows she is a willing lay. According to my brothers, she also knows how to suck cock like a pro.  For a second, more like a long moment, I consider letting her give me head.  Is a blowjob really cheating?  Shaking off my idiotic thoughts, I shove her away.  “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”

Instead of backing away, she comes right back at me, not touching me this time, but only leaving an inch or two between us.  “You and Daisy aren’t really together. You can’t be until she turns eighteen.  What’s it gonna hurt if you and I have a little fun?”

Her words go right through me and straight to my dick.  Are Daisy and I even in a committed relationship?  If I got my dick wet, would that be wrong? Looking at her scarcely covered tits, I start to think of how they would look bouncing up and down as she rode my cock.  I’m just about to grab the whore’s hand when I see Holt looking over at us from the bar.  He stares at me for a moment, taking in the scene between Leah and me.  The look of disgust on his face has me turning away from her and making my way to the bar.  I need a drink, and I need it now. 

“Give me a shot of Jack and a Bud chaser,” I shout to the prospect tending bar. 

“Is that how it’s gonna be?  Every time Daisy girl is out of sight, you’re gonna be fuckin’ some piece of club ass?” Holt says, moving to the seat next to mine.  “Daisy’s my girl.  She may not be my granddaughter by blood, but I love her just the same.  If you hurt her by fuckin’ that skank of a friend of hers, I’ll make sure she’s never yours.”

I look at him, making sure he sees my anger.  “What I do with my dick is none of your fuckin’ business.” 

“It is when you’re messing with Daisy.”

I shake my head.  “Doesn’t matter who I’m with. It’s still none of your business.”

“You’re one of those, huh?  You plan on claiming her, then going on like you don’t have an old lady.”

I wait until the prospect sits my drink in front of me before replying.  “No, man.  I won’t be fuckin’ around on her, but you gotta cut me some slack.  I’m following the rules, not touching her until she turns eighteen.  That makes for some awful lonely nights.”

“Her birthday’s coming up.  Until then, you got a hand. Learn how to use the motherfucker.”

I want to tell him to stay out of my fuckin’ business, and to kiss my ass, but I don’t.  Instead, I just nod and toss back my shot.  “I understand that we don’t fuck around with kids, but Daisy’s gonna be eighteen in less than a month.  Why the fuck does it matter if I claim her now?”

Holt lifts his empty beer, motioning for the prospect to bring him another.  “Lula got pregnant with Daisy when she was only fifteen.  Maker was just seventeen at the time, not even a member yet.  His dad was one of the originals, a good friend of mine and Wayne’s.”

Shit!  I knew that Lula was young, but not that damn young. 

“We decided the only thing we could do was to have them get married; big fuckin’ mistake,” he says before taking another beer from the prospect.  “It’s been hell for both of them since they said I do. Maker was in love with someone else and never let Lula forget it.  Lula blamed Daisy for being born and thought it was her fault that she was stuck with a man who didn’t want her.”

Hell is putting it lightly.  I have never seen two people despise each other so much.  “Why don’t they just get divorced?”