Page 15 of Taming the Bear
I walk into my room and see Chantal putting all of her equipment together. She’s wearing a tank top and little shorts that don’t cover much of her thighs that I can see.
My floor is covered with her computer, files and hard drives and she’s at work figuring everything out. “Anything I can do to help you?” I ask her.
Like fuck the shit out of you and then have you suck my come and your juices off of my dick?
Damn, it’s going to be a long night!
She places her hand over her heart and then looks up at me like I scared the shit out of her. “God damn it. We need to tie a bell around your neck.”
“Not going to happen, baby. You need help?”
“Nah, I got this. Don’t worry. I just need to plant bugs in everyone’s computers and all of that. Are you sure you want me to do this?” Chantal asks as she looks up at me with her big green eyes.
I nod my head and then walk into my bathroom. It’s a hard thing to fathom. One of my guys is trying to stage a coup and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Someone tried to blow me up and one of those assholes are inside of my club. They have to be.
I know the risks that I’m taking by having Chantal here and looking over all of these computers. I know exactly what it means for me to have one of my brothers find out, but I have to do something.
Plus, I have to get ready for a run.
“Chantal, I’m going to be gone for a few days. I have to take care of some shit. Are you going to be okay here by yourself?”
She looks around the room and then stares at me with big eyes. “You’re just going to leave me here?”
I walk over to her and put my hands on her hips to draw her closer to me. Her sweet smelling head is right under my chin and I can tell she likes it by her nipples hardening against me. “You’ll be fine. Just do your work and everything.”
I didn’t sleep with her that first night because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Am I supposed to be all up on her? Am I supposed to wrap the beautiful pink hair around my fist and sink into her pussy? I don’t know.
The next morning, all of the guys are sitting around the lounge waiting for me to give them the instructions for the day. Before we go out on a run, I like to make sure that we all have everything under wraps.
Slice is the first one to say anything to me and he stands up to clap my back. “I’m surprised that we got you off the first lady to come for the ride!” He taunts me. Since we are about the same height, I just slap my open palm against his chest.
Slice is one of my better friends in the club and I couldn’t have kept my shit together without him. He was there the day that Dana overdosed on drugs and I lost my son. Slice is just a little bit older than me but I doubt that he would hate me enough to try and kill me.
I shrug him off and then smile a big I-Just-Got-Lucky smile to rub it in his face some more. “If I would have known that the chicks outside of the club were that tasty, I would have plucked a couple a long time ago.”
Flip shakes his head and puffs on his blunt some more. I know that traveling really bothers him because he’s more of a homebody. However, you lose your status if you can’t ride. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in. You get nice fresh pussy and we get beat up pussy.”
Now Flip is another story altogether. I love the man like a brother, but he’s one of those guys who has a giant chip on his shoulder for some fucking reason. He’s a little bit younger than me and I know that he’s in this club life for real.
“Are we going to sit around and gossip like little bitches?” Smokey snaps at us.
“All right. It’s going to be a simple ride. We’re taking six kilos over to the Plague and then we’re picking up ammo from the Indians.”
The Plague, or The Black Death- depending on who you ask, is another club about one hundred miles away from us. I don’t give a shit about them but my dad, the previous president before he got killed, made a deal with them. A truce or whatever. We help supply their people and they leave us the hell alone with our deals with the Indians.
The Indians are actual Native Americans that formed a club right between us and The Plague. They custom make their ammo which makes it difficult for police to track it. And we’re all about making it difficult for the cops to find our shit.
I walk to my bike that is parked next to Chantal’s car and I feel something a little funny inside. I don’t know how to explain it. But the sensation is so strong that I look back towards my window and see her standing there. She’s wearing little panties and a baggy tee shirt but she’s waving at me. The act of this is so domestic that I stumble a little. Is this what it’s like to have a woman actually care for you? I wouldn’t know.
Everyone of the brothers that are going, all of the patch holders and then some probates who we are about to push into the mix, are all sitting on their bikes and starting it up. I love the sound of the revving of the Harleys while we all get ready.
I take one last look at Chantal and see that she’s still standing at the window. I wave at her. She doesn’t wave back, though. I don’t know what’s going on with that.
I tie my bandana around my mouth and start my bike. The familiar rumbling of the pipes vibrates my whole body and I’m getting pumped to do this.
Chantal
What the hell am I supposed to be doing in his room for a couple of days with no one here to talk to me? I have no idea and I’m already starting to lose my mind. Joe’s been gone for a few days already and I’m running out of things to watch on Netflix. Plus, I’m waiting for everything to load from the trojans that I have loaded on everyone’s computer.
