Wrench

9 - What are they all looking at?

Wrench

I’ve enjoyed getting to Elie in more ways than one this past few weeks. I like spending my free time with her, showing her my town. I don’t know how much longer I will have with her, though; she could move on any day now. I haven’t brought up the subject with Elie, and she hasn’t mentioned leaving yet, but I know the day is drawing nearer.

I’m still a little awed that she gave her virginity to me without telling me until it was too late. I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting her to keep such a secret from me. Most girls would tell a guy before jumping into bed with him! She soon took my mind off it, though.

I’ve got to admit that I was honored that she trusted me enough to give me such a special gift. Elie’s body was made to be fucke.d by me.

Okay, at first, I thought I would be too big for her, and the first time I took her, I wasn’t all the way in, at first. It took a while for me to get there. However, the second time around, she was so wet she sucked me all the way in on the first thrust, and it was fuckin.g heaven on earth.

I thought, stupidly, that if I fucke.d her, I’d get my fill and move on to the next bitc.h. I was wrong because I haven’t stopped fuckin.g Elie since the day I met her.

I don’t want her to leave this town; I want her to stay here with me. I want it because that girl is mine. I’ve never met anyone like Elie; she makes me laugh, keeps me on my toes, and is unafraid to tell me like it is. I’ll brand her if it’s the last thing I do.

How ironic is that?

There I was, spilling shi.t about how stupid it was for any brother to claim a woman, brand her, make her his, and here I am, wanting to brand this beautiful girl, who in just a few short days has become mine.

I’ve brought Elie to the club’s hog roast today. It wasn’t hard to convince her to come with me. In fact, she jumped at the idea. I hadn’t brought her before now because I do not take women to the club. But Elie is special, and I want her to see that she means something to me.

I wanted to introduce Elie to the Brothers and their women, especially my parents.

God, I have never introduced a girl to my parents before! I thought they’d welcome her as my girl, the way every woman belonging to this club has been welcomed. However, having them all stare at Elie like she’s a damn alien is making her uncomfortable and pissing me right off!

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Elie whispers toward me. “They don’t look happy that I’m here, Wrench.”

My eyes lock on Elie’s beautiful face.

God, where did she come from?

She’s a petite little thing, and wearing that short, strapless, white summer dress, sandals, her blonde hair French braided, and her makeup light all make her look like a porcelain doll. A princess, trying to look anything but.

I don’t yet know where she came from or even why she’s really here, but I do know that she’s mine for the rest of her days. She captured me so fuckin.g fast my feet haven’t touched the ground. It happened just like my dad said it would. I wouldn’t say that I’m in love with her, but I can see myself falling for her in time.

God, I’m screwed!

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just stunned by your beauty.”

“You’re crazy.” Elie laughs and slaps my chest playfully.

I grab her delicate wrist and pull her into me, our lips locking, kissing like there’s no one in the room but us.

“Who’s your friend?” Elie pulls away from me with a smile on her face. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Of course. This is Elie. Elie, this is BlackJack.”

“Nice to meet you, BlackJack.”

He smirks while taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. No reason for that to make my blood boil. He’s a happily married man and has been for more years than I’ve been alive, but it does.

“Likewise, Elie.” I pull her away from him with a snarl, and she looks at me with narrow eyes. “Don’t worry about him, Elie. My son seems to have caught the bug.”

“Your son?” Elie looks from BlackJack to me. “BlackJack is your father?”

“Yes, he is.”

“Oh, wow! I’m so honored to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Who’s this?”

I roll my eyes at myself, then smile at my mother. She’d smack me upside the head if she caught me rolling my eyes.

“This is Elie. Our son’s date.”

For crying out loud! I hate that my dad has such a damn smug look on his face. He’s loving this; he probably never thought he’d see the day I’d bring a woman to the clubhouse.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Elie. You remind me of someone a little.” My mom’s words trail off as her smile fades.

I narrow my eyes, but before I can ask her what she means, I’m being attacked by my baby sister wrapping herself around my leg. “Wench!” I laugh and lift her into my arms.

“Hey, baby girl.” I hug her to me, and she giggles happily.

One of the best days of my life was when Dana was born. One of my most challenging was that I thought my mother was dying. I was terrified that I was going to lose her, and I couldn’t deal with it. Then Dad told us that we had a sister, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Wench, who is this?”

I adjust Dana in my arms and smile. My sister is smiling at Elie, who, in turn, is smiling at my sister. “Dana, this is Elie. She’s a friend of mine.”

“She pretty, Wench.”

Elie smiles. “I think you’re very pretty, Dana. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dana giggles and wraps her arms around my neck. “Wench is my brother.”

“He told me. Wrench is very proud of you.”

“You poud of me, Wench?”

I gently wrap my hand around her head and kiss her cheek. Dana giggles again. “I am very proud of you, Dana.”

“So, how long have you two known each other?”

“Not long.” Is all I tell my father. He doesn’t need to know anything.

“Don’t worry, Elie, my son, is always this moody.” He winks at her, and Elie laughs. He’s wound her around his little finger already.

For fuck.s sake. Here we go again. My sister-in-law, Brooke, was the same when she first met my father. He’s a mean old bastard, shed some real fuckin.g blood for this club, but he’s also the most amazing father there is. My old man is one of a kind. He took my biracial mother and loved her even when he was told he couldn’t. His bigoted parents forced him to choose his woman or his family. You can guess who won out.

BlackJack joined Snakes Henchmen MC when he was seventeen and patched in when he was eighteen because he was so dedicated to the club. Dad was one of the youngest ever to get his patch at that age. Back then, it was not easy to become a member before you were twenty-one.

Dad worked hard to secure a home of his own and enough money to take care of my mother should she eventually come home to him. He loved her so damn much that he never touched another woman.

Mom was seventeen when Dad finally went to her father and told him how much he loved her and how badly he needed to be with her. My grandfather is a good man and saw how much his daughter loved my father, and he allowed them to be together, but he had some rules for them. My father was to ensure my mother stayed in school and worked hard to become the nurse she wanted to be.

The day my mother turned eighteen, she told her father that she wanted to marry my dad and couldn’t wait any longer. She promised that she’d always be around, her parents would always know where she was, and that she’d finish high school and attend medical school to get her nursing degree. That being with a biker wouldn’t change anything.

My mother and father were married three days later. Their wedding was huge, and everyone was invited. All but my father’s racist family, whom he’s never seen since the day he walked away from them. My brother and I have never met anyone from my father’s side of the family, and neither of us wants to.

My mother finished school, was the perfect wife, and got her degree like she promised her parents she would. My brother was born a year after they married — a few more after that, I came along.

My mother is one of those beautiful women who mesmerizes a person when they look at her. Her smile lights up a room, and her cheerful attitude keeps the whole club upbeat when things seem hopeless. I think everyone would be lost without her around.

My mother is as taken with Elie as my father. Elie instantly falls in love with my baby sister, but then I knew she would be – everyone does. My brother and his wife are polite, and Elie is already in love with my two-and-a-half-year-old nephew, Gabriel, and my eighteen-month-old nephew, DJ, that it takes me ten minutes to pry her away from them.

I introduce her to Stryker and Coral. Both look at Elie in disbelief, and this shi.t is really starting to piss me the fuc.k off!

Why the hell is everyone looking at Elie like they’ve seen a ghost?

I pull her away from them before they can drag her into a conversation that will just be uncomfortable for everyone.

Elie and I have a good time, drinking, laughing, and letting her get to know the Brothers. However, as soon as I introduce her to Hammer, her face loses all color, as does his. Their eyes lock for longer than I’d like, and if he were anyone else, I’d smash his face in. As it is, our Sergeant-At-Arms is a fuckin.g giant who’d no doubt crush me.

I watch Elie rush off to the bathroom down the hall after a quick kiss on my cheek. Now I’m standing here wondering what the fuc.k is going on with everyone.

“Wanna tell me why you were looking at Elie like that?” I snap at Hammer.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrugs and chugs his beer.

“Don’t give me that shi.t. Ever since Elie walked in here, every one of you has been looking at her like she’s the fuckin’ devil or something!”

I hadn’t realized the music had suddenly gone down, nor that everyone was suddenly silent and looking at me awkwardly. Something is going on here, and I want to know what!

“Keep your voice down,”

“Fuc.k you, Roman,” My cousin by blood, my brother in heart, laughs at me as per.

Like my father, Roman became part of this MC when he was just seventeen years old. He lives for this club, for the Brothers within, and he, like me, does not have an Old Lady. Well, hopefully, I’ve found my Old Lady.

Roman is over a decade older than I am, and I look up to him as much as I do Hawk and Stryker. I look up to them for very different reasons. Hawk because he’s an amazing man, husband, father, brother. Stryker because he taught me so much about life and about fighting for what’s right. Roman because he’s a man-whor.e, my partner in crime when it comes to hunting puss.y and drinking ’til we can’t stand. However, right now, I can’t deal with him.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Brother.”

“Be that as it may, Wrench, nobody has a problem with your girl being here. Ever thought that no one can believe their eyes?” Cunt! “I mean, come on, it’s not like you to be so hooked on a girl.”

“I’m not!” I hiss.

“Yeah, right,” Trace and Ghost fall about themselves laughing. “We’ve seen the way you look at her. Trust me,” Trace says around a swig of his bottled beer. “You’re as lost to that little girl as your brother is to Brooke.”

I want to argue with him, I’ve known the girl for less than three weeks, but he’s right. The son-of-a-bitc.h is right. I am lost to Elie already, and I don’t know how in the hell I’m ever going to find my way back again.