Dragon

7 - Little stranger

Storm

“Christ, how did he even find out?”

I shrug my shoulders at DJ.

That’s a good question.

Dragon found out, yet again, that we’d lined up a date for him. The girl in question is one I thought even Dragon couldn’t say no to dipping his dic.k inside.

Carmen is a little older than my brother, at twenty-seven, and she is beautiful. Even a gay man would find it hard to stop his coc.k from getting stiff just looking at her.

It’s not that I don’t believe my brother can get a woman on his own; it’s the fact that he won’t. I just don’t understand what’s wrong with him! He’s twenty-four, he should have been with a dozen women by now, but he’s never been with one!

It’s not my place to keep finding Dragon dates or to try getting him laid, but I’m his big brother, and it’s what we do.

But, just like every other damn time, Dragon has worked out what’s going on. He’s now refusing to meet up with us tonight, and I want to smack him upside the head!

How does he always manage to work out what we are up to?

When Eagle joined us half an hour ago, he mentioned that Dragon knew about tonight. He also said that Dragon told him that he wouldn’t be turning up. He even warned Eagle that he would stop hanging out with us if we didn’t stop trying to set him up.

What more are we meant to do for the man?

Perhaps leave him alone, Storm?

What’s the big deal if Dragon isn’t ready to get laid?

All right, at twenty-four, it’s unusual for a man of his age to be a virgin, but not unheard of. Maybe he’s saving himself for Miss Right. As strange as it may sound, Dragon isn’t the clichéd biker, Storm.

I sigh. “Dragon has ESP; he just seems to know everything.”

“He’s right, though,” I raise my eyebrow at Eagle. “Come on,” He sighs dramatically, making everyone laugh. “We shouldn’t keep pushing him. Dragon will date when he’s ready, and anyway,” Eagle shifts on his bike seat. “How do any of us know that he’s not out there fuckin’ everything that moves? Just because he doesn’t flaunt women in front of our faces, it doesn’t mean that he’s not screwing a different girl each night.”

“He could even be over at BlackPussy right now fuckin’ the life out of Talisha!” Manic laughs, head thrown back, the whole hog.

Each man shares a curious look and a smirk. They don’t know what Eagle and I know, and Manic only knows because he was listening in on mine and Dragon’s conversation.

I roll my eyes before filling them in on what happened.

Cobra, my youngest brother, looks at me and narrows his eyes in question. “You think Dragon fucke.d Talisha, then lied about it?”

I shake my head, “Nah, Dragon doesn’t lie, Cobra. You know how he hates liars.”

“True.” Rabid laughs. “But you never know, he could have changed his mind. Manic is right; Dagon might be over there right now, showing the girl the time of her life.”

“That boy is gay!” Axel, belly laughs. “If he isn’t, then he’s just plain fuckin’ weird and doesn’t have sexua.l feelings toward anyone or anything.”

“You say that like. . .”

“Excuse me?” Comes a little voice from behind me, cutting Eagle off, and silencing us all. All of us turn our heads as we sit straddling our bikes.

Each one of us has a curious look on our faces when the little girl addressing us walks around all of us. She stares at us one at a time with precise precision as if searching for someone before standing in the center of the circle of bikes.

Someone should have taught her that she shouldn’t approach people like us without a care in the world. Not that we would ever hurt a child, but most are usually cautious. She doesn’t look scared of any of us in any way at all.

She flicks her long brown ponytail over her shoulder, and I can’t help but chuckle. She already thinks she’s a little woman. She can’t be a day over six. She’s a tiny little thing, short and petite. She even looks the part in blue jeans, pink sneakers, and a pink sparkly top.

“The lady in the ice cream place said you guys could help me.”

Christ, even her voice is small.

“You lost, little lady?”

She smiles sweetly at Axel.

Her smile is familiar to me, but I don’t know why.

“Not physically. I live down the hill with my mom. We just moved here three days ago. She said I could play out, but I came up here because I need some help. The lady in the ice cream place said that if I need help, the best people to ask are you guys, and I really need help.”

“With what?” I ask in my softest voice so as not to scare her.

I’m a massive motherfucker with a deep voice like my dad before me, but I know how to speak to kids softly. As much as I can, anyway.

She tips her head to the side, studying me with a curious smile on her face.

I wonder what she’s looking for?

“You look like somebody.”

Everyone laughs.

“Sweetheart, everybody looks like somebody.”

“I look like my mom, but Mommy says that I have my dad’s smile and his eyes. But my eyes are just a little lighter in color.”

“How old are you?” Rabid draws her eyes to him.

He’s cautious of having her near us. We’re a massive club; everyone in this town knows what we’re about and that we don’t hurt or touch kids. But it only takes one cunt to start a rumor about seeing us with a little girl, and all hell would break loose.

“I’m eight.”

I narrow my eyes. “You sure you’re eight? You don’t look any older than six.”

The little girl giggles and nods her head at me.

“I am eight and four months. I’m small for my age. But my mom said that I’ll grow taller when I get older.” She shrugs her small shoulders. “I’m short, but Mommy says that all good things come in small packages.”

I can’t help but smile. The kid is cute as hell.

“What’s your name, little one?” DJ asks.

“My name is Greer, and I’m looking for my daddy.”

“And what makes you think we can help you find him?”

Greer’s eyes are locked on DJ with a smile. “Because the lady in that ice cream place said that he’s one of you. She said she knew his real name because she had known him all his life. But none of you look like my dad. Except for him a little.” She points to me, and I narrow my eyes.

None of us in this circle would be this little girl’s dad unless we were practically kids when we knocked up her mom.

I was seventeen before I lost my virginity, and I still see the girl I first fucke.d around town, and she doesn’t have any kids. Besides, the dates work out wrong; this kid couldn’t be mine. Not that I think, for a second, she could be.

She’s a pretty little thing with the strangest hazel-brown colored eyes I have ever seen. They’re so pale and mesmerizing. My brother has hazel eyes, but he takes after our mother in that regard.

“Have you ever even met your dad?”

“Jesus, Manic!” I hiss. That prick has no tact; he takes after his dad. Trace was always like that, and his eldest son is no different.

“No, I never met my dad. Mommy wasn’t allowed to see him. She said her parents made her leave Bardsville when she was fourteen. They didn’t want her to see my dad again, so they didn’t let her even write to him.”

Greer shrugs her little shoulders.

“I just want to meet him. I want to find him so that my mommy can be happy. She still misses him.”

“Does he know about you?”

“No,” Greer shakes her head at me. “I have a picture of my mom and dad when they were younger. I can show you. Maybe then you can help me?”

I nod and wait while she pulls a picture up on her phone. Why the hell an eight-year-old needs a cell phone is beyond me. I suppose it’s a good thing if she’s ever in trouble.

“This is my mom with my dad when they were fourteen.”

I take the phone from her hand, my eyes narrowing, trying to force my brain to believe what I’m seeing. It isn’t possible. It just isn’t!