Whiz
I was elated for my brother. Never would I have imagined that Ace would find a woman and become a dad. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because he was so he*l bent on avoiding it. I didn't understand these guys. First Diablo, then Ace. They used to hate the idea of making a family of their own.
But not me.
I had always wanted it deep down. But I wasn't sure I would find it. Not for a lack of trying, but because of who I was. I was different. Sure, Ace had his kinks and dominance, but I was different. I liked pain, and giving it.
Now that makes me sound like a psychopath, but I never delivered pain without consent. Well in the bedroom. You'd be surprised how many women thrived on pain. And it was mutual. Not only in bed, but just in life in general. I was the nerdy IT guy, but you'd never guess from looking at me. I also ran the local tattoo shop. And I looked the part. I was covered in tattoos. Every inch of me. Except the one spot over my heart I hoped one day would have my old lady's name printed on. I also didn't have a lack of piercings. Nose, eyebrow, ears, chest, and obviously di*k.
And women loved that part.
Not to mention I was a big guy. I intimidated most. Until they found out I was the resident nerd. But then they'd find out how fu*king scary I could be.
Hatchet always wanted me around when someone needed to learn a lesson, or we needed information. I was great at getting info from people. My ways made most of the guys turn white as ghosts and leave the room.
What can I say? I lived for it.
The only other guy that could handle me at my de*dliest was Ace. We were thick as thieves. And he didn't judge me. Not once. He knew what I was and he accepted me. Most of the guys did don't get me wrong, but most didn't know the true me.
So here I was. Over the fu*king moon for my brothers.
But still empty. Still alone. The women I played with didn't entice me outside the club. Shallow conversations, only wanting to snag a biker. It was exhausting. So, for now, I would continue with what I did best, making women scream in pleasure.
And hope that maybe one day I'd find a girl as twisted as me, who would accept me, who would see past just my kinks.