BANE: A Devils' Due MC Romance Novel (10 page)

From the damn parking lot, I finally heard the school bell ring after an hour or so of waiting.  I started the engine and my chopper roared like a dinosaur in heat.  I rode towards the steps where a sea of students - screaming at the top of their lungs to celebrate the end of their boring classes, a sound which I found so fucking irritating - stormed out of the main door.  Some were running like prison escapees.  Some were jumping around like headless bunnies.  And some walked as slowly as they could, pretending, perhaps, that they’re chill and hip and all that crap.  They exited at different paces, but all of them were yelling or talking in loud voices that would’ve given me a damn headache if they continued.

Thankfully, the shrieking stopped as soon as I parked my bike in front of the flights of steps that led to their oh so sacred institution.

They looked at me like I was some kind of circus oddity - one they found strange and terrifying at the same time.  They toddled cautiously as they approached me, their paths slanted to the sides of the steps to get as far away from me as they could... but their eyes never left me nor my bike.

I hated kids.  I didn’t have the patience to deal with them.  But putting on a sneer would just make them murmur shit about me, and I wouldn’t like that at all... at least not when I was within hearing distance.  I might just lose it and bash their heads until their skulls caved in and crushed their brains.

So I just smirked instead.

The throng thinned, eventually, but she hasn’t gone out yet.

Fucking hell!  Was she with that boy again?  That ass ugly motherfucker who looked like a Brady Bunch reject?  Were they deliberately waiting for everyone to leave so that they could make out in the chem lab or the cafeteria or the supply room or wherever the fuck these juveniles snog these days?

Yeah, they were probably waiting for the school to empty.  That’s what I would do if I was as fucking young and horny as they were.

I hopped out of my chopper and started to ascend the stairs.  I was gonna find her, and I would drag her to my bike if I had to.  She ain’t gonna be dry humped by some hillbilly... not on my watch!

Before my foot could land on the first flight of stairs, however, she emerged from the doorway with delicate strides that made her stand out from all the pathetic lowlives that attended this school.  Her hair danced with the wind, and so did her blue skirt.  She was quick to grab on to it, though, before more of her was exposed...

Like her fucking black laced panties...

Fuck!  Why couldn’t I forget about those damn panties?  I’ve seen hundreds of them before, worn by the same number of women in more than thirty states.  Hers weren’t special.

She ain’t special.

And her panties were, by no means, the reason why I waited for her today.

“Hey!” I yelled to call her attention.

She was immediately startled upon hearing my voice.  Her eyes opened wide as soon as she saw me.  She gulped and she drew her books closer to her chest.  And as if she wasn’t sauntering slowly enough, she descended the steps at an even more protracted pace.

“W-What are you doing here?” she asked nervously as her eyes scoured our surroundings.  Some of the students who were left were looking at us... well... they were just looking at her, most probably, wondering what her business was with a guy like me.

“Get in the bike,” I ordered her.

“What?  Why?”

“I’m gonna bring ‘ya home.”

“Home?”

I clicked my tongue.  “Back to the clubhouse, if ‘ya want to be more formal about it.”

“Why?”

“Why?  Well... because things are hot between the club and the Captolis,” I explained.  “I can care less about ‘yer ass getting caught in the crossfire, but I made a promise to ‘yer old man.  Besides, I just have to put up with ‘ya for, what?  Just a shade over three months more?”

“I’m not... I’m not a part of your club,” she replied rather defiantly.  “Whoever your enemies are, they won’t be targeting me.  They’ll be targeting you, and you’re actually putting me in danger by being with me.”

What the fuck?!

Where did this girl’s sudden spunk come from?

She folded her arms over her bubbly breasts as she looked at me snappily.  She was waiting for a reply.  What kind of a fucking reply would I be able to give when I knew she was right?

“‘Yer naivety’s gonna get us in trouble, kid,” I finally said.  “Yeah, ‘ya ain’t part of the club... but think about it and think about it hard. The Italians are pissed... really, really pissed.  They’ll lash out on us... and guess what?  They may wanna lash out on ‘ya, too. After all, ‘yer dad was the one who ratted us out, and in so doing, he brought down the entire Mid-Eastern operations of the Captoli family.”

It was something I didn’t want to bring up.  The girl’s suffered enough, already.  Being labeled as a rat’s daughter and all that shit, being treated like a leper at the clubhouse, being forced to live as a prisoner in my room... those things were enough to scar her for life.  But I had no choice.  She didn’t want to come with me.  And she was displaying this goddamn rebellious streak that I didn’t deserve to endure.  Fuck!  That’s why I never wanted a teenaged daughter.  All the angst... all the drama... all the mood swings... they’d just drive me crazier than I already was.

The contempt on her face disappeared, replaced by unmistakable unhappiness.  It wasn’t sadness, though.  It was something else... something deeper and more miserable.

It seemed like she was lost.

“Just get on the bike, kid,” I told her once more.  “Let’s get back to the clubhouse and I’ll accompany ‘ya straight to your room... which is really my room, but let’s not dwell on labels right now.  No one will treat ‘ya the way they treated ‘ya two nights ago when I was away.  I promise.”

“Okay,” she said sullenly.

I placed my lid on her head, and once again, it covered half of her pretty face.  She hopped on my chopper, holding on to the skirt of her dress to preserve her modesty.  I rode my bike, and immediately, she wrapped her arms around my waist.

Her soft breasts pressed against my back, just like they did the night we took her away from Willowville.  Damn!  That had the same effect on me as it did back then. 

She spoke once more, however, before I could even wrench my legs to stop my jeans from crunching my boner.

“Are the Captolis the real reason why you’re here?” she whispered her question.

“Eh?  What other reason could there be?” I asked her.

“I... I don’t know.  Maybe you didn’t want me seeing Justin...”

“Justin?!  Who in God’s green fuck is Justin?!”

“The boy I was with at the coffee shop yesterday.”

“Oh!  That motherfucking buttmunch who looks like a blonde Jack Efron?”

She let out a laugh... a soft, gentle, meek laugh that just begged to be adored.

“What’re ‘ya laughing at?” I wanted to know.

“It’s
Zac
Efron,” she said, still giggling.

“The fuck do I care about that?  At least ‘ya knew who I was referring to.”

“Yeah, I did... but Zac Efron... he isn’t even a thing anymore...”

“Really now?  Aren’t ‘ya teeny boppers supposed to go gaga at the mere mention of his name?”

“No!” she disagreed resoundingly.  “Zac Efron’s like...
old
.”

“He’s old?  Like how old?”

“Twenty-eight, I think.”

Jesus Christ!  If twenty-eight was old for her, what would she think about someone who’s past forty?

Fuck!  Why was I even concerned about that shit?

“Grah!” I grunted.  “So, he’s old and he’s no longer a thing.  Big fucking deal!  Let’s just split.  I’m not here to discuss about the crap ‘ya young girls fantasize about!”

She was still snickering when I revved up my bike.  As soon as the engine blared, she clung tighter and rested her head on my back.

It was the first time I saw her that...
normal
... without the crying and the whimpering and the drama and all that junk.  She’s actually nice company when she’s like this.  But how long would she be able to keep it up?

That was about to be put to a test as I started to ride towards the clubhouse.

“Shut ‘yer fucking pie hole, woman!” I screamed at Nancy, the wannabe ol’ lady who showered the girl with curses as soon as we entered the lobby.

Everyone heard me berate her.  The girls tried their best to refrain from speaking after that.  They didn’t want to suffer the same fate.

I gently nudged Lana’s back, motioning her to proceed to the room.  I walked a step behind her.  The brothers stared at me.  They gave me a knowing smile.  Some of them even raised their beer bottles as I passed.  I knew what these motherfuckers were thinkin’.    They can jerk off to that thought tonight, for all I cared.

As soon as the girl went inside her room, I rejoined the party. Bumbux was quick to hand over a Miller which I finished in three gulps. I didn't realize I was that thirsty.

Trevor was at the other side of the lobby, sitting in a table with a couple of the mamas resting on his lap. He raised his hand and invited me to come to him. I did. I couldn't say no to the veep. That was one of our rules, to always obey a ranking officer... no exceptions. He pushed the women away and asked me to sit on the chair in front of him.

"You banging her?" he asked, a question that I knew was on everyone's mind.

"Hell no!" I answered. "She's too fucking young for me."

"Like how young?"

"Eighteen summers."