Six

Six

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Dedication

To my girls... for pushing me to have the guts to step outside the box and write the words that must be shared.  ~Hil

Six

Prologue

15 years ago

I can hear a tiny scream in the distance.  I'm sure it's some bratty ass kid defying their mom or dad, but I have to see for myself.  Flashbacks of my entire childhood begin to fill my head.  It's not usually a great idea to go behind these buildings this late at night. Hell, I know that from first-hand experience too.  My curiosity just may get me in trouble this time, but I have to.

Turning the corner, my fear comes to life.  Some greasy fucker has a little girl against the wall, rubbing his cock around her mouth.  Tears are pouring out of her eyes and my feet have already landed me within arm’s reach  of this fucker before he realizes I'm here.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I take him directly to the ground behind him.  My other arm secures him to the pavement with a death grip.  He attempts to fight me as I squeeze the life out of his body as my fingers flex into his neck.  

I have zero mercy.  His eyes bulge open wider as he tries to speak to me through them.  I'm not listening to his pleas.  This man is dead.  He will die.  I'll make sure of it.  

He signed his death wish the minute he laid his cock on the little girl's face.  Hell even before that.  

A tiny whimper sneaks in through the rage in my head.  I grip tighter as I turn to see her crouched on the ground with her hands over her eyes.  Dirty blonde hair is draped over her face, helping to hide this scene from her.  

The gasping sounds of his last moment on Earth should stop me from ending him, but it doesn't.  I turn back to watch him die.  Leaning in close to his disgusting face, I leave him with the last words he'll ever hear.  

"I'll see you in hell.  You'd better be ready, because I'll be looking for your ass as soon as I step through the gate."  

The grip of his fingers on my forearm relaxes and eventually his arms fall beside him.  

His pants are still at his ankles when I stand up, so I drag him behind the  dumpster and pull a raunchy bag out of it, dropping it on his dick. His shit should be gnawed on by the rats.  

I'll have to come back for him later.  Right now I need to make sure she's ok.  Fuck, how can she be ok?

"He's gone.  You can open your eyes now."  She doesn't move.  Hers cries are silent, but her head is ticking as she inhales each breath.  This fucker has ruined her.  

I kneel next to her, making sure not to touch her.  I don't want her to think she has any reason to be scared of me.  "Hey you, let me take you to your mom and dad.  Do you know where you live?"  I can't call the police.  That's not an option.  Fuck, I hope that wasn't her piece of shit dad I just killed.  

She relaxes just slightly, but still hasn't uncovered her face or moved from her crouched position.  She has her legs tucked tightly against her chest.  Shit.  She's so fucking tiny.  I bet she's eight years old, maybe, if that.

I sit against the wall, right next to her, hoping I can calm her enough to come with me.  She doesn't need another memory I'm sure.  

"Do you go to school?"  I watch her breathing slow just slightly.  She nods her head, remaining covered.  

"What grade are you in?"  She doesn't move to
answer.  

"Can you sit up for me?  I want to figure out where to take you so you'll be safe.  It isn't safe out here for lil' girls."  She straightens her back against the wall just a little; keeping her legs in the same place, she moves her hands from her face.  Her hair is stuck to the tears and dirt on her cheeks and I try to look for any blood.  She doesn't seem to have any, not that that means she's not seriously injured.  I should drop her off at the hospital.  She will need help.  Fuck.  

I light up a cigarette and lay my head against the brick.  Blowing the smoke upwards, I try to think of a way to get any information from her.  

"How old are you?"  She still isn't budging.  

"Honey, can you hold up how old you are with your fingers?"

She moves her hands into the space between her body and her legs, before slowly moving each hand out.  She holds up one hand full, then a single fucking finger on the next.  Fuck.  That's how old my sister is.  We're twelve years apart.  

"Six.  You're six years old.  You're getting old.  It won't be long and you'll be driving."  I try to seem calm.  She needs a normal fucking conversation.  

She takes both hands and attempts to brush some hair out of her eyes.  She's about half successful with it.  

"Well, Six.  We need to get you home.  Let's get you out of this alley as soon as I finish this smoke."  She places her hands on the ground beside her.  She still has her legs tucked up, but she's visibly accepting me.  I hate that I know about this shit.  I fucking hate that I know how to comfort a child who's been abused.  

"Have you ever rode on a motorcycle?"  She nods her head slowly as a no.  This could get interesting.  I wish I wouldn't have brought the bike tonight, but I'll have to make this work.  The bike is large enough for us both.  I'm glad I haven't traded it yet.  I plan to soon, even though it's the only fucking good thing that came from my asshole father.  

I stand up and stretch.  Glancing over toward the dumpster, I feel secure since I can still see that fucker’s feet.  I take a step away, and turn back to look at her.  

"Well, if you don't mind riding on one, I can take you home."  I hope to fuck she knows where she lives.  

She slowly stands and with her head bowed down and starts to follow me.  The sound of my boots echoes in the space.  I turn back to fully look at her and notice she doesn't have any shoes on.  She's dressed in a dirty, torn up dress, barefoot, with mud caked all over her legs.  Fuck.  I want to kill this mother fucker all over again.  

I could go get her some clothes, but that will draw attention.  I'm sure she's considered missing and they'll be on the lookout for her.  Shit.  That's it.  I pull out my phone and make a call.  There's one person that will know the local news.  "Grams, I'm sorry to bother you so late.  Have you heard of any children reported missing on the news?"

"Evan.  My boy.  Where are you?  Come talk to me at my house."

"I can't do that.  I just need to know if you know any information."

"Evan.  Your grandma can help you.  Just tell me what you need."

"Grams.  Have you seen anything about a missing girl?"

"The assistant DA's daughter has been missing since yesterday over in Jefferson County.  Is that the one you're talking about?"

"Yeah, I think so.  What's his name?"

"Douglas.  I can't remember his first name.  He lives over in Madison."

"Thanks, Grams."

"When will I see you, boy?"

"Soon.  I've got to go."

"Alright.  I love ya."

"Love you too."  I hang up the phone on the only woman to ever show love to me.  She's almost seventy-five and has never been able to go up against my father.  He always had a way with making sure people knew their place with him.

I swing my leg over my bike and reach my helmet out to her.  "It won't fit great, but you need to wear it.  The ride will take awhile."  She slowly reaches for it and sets it on her head, not snapping it on.  

"Here.  You ride in the front.  I'll let you help me drive.  You need to start practicing."  She starts to crawl up the bike, pulling on my jacket to help.  I let her do it by herself because I know how important that is. 

"Six.  You need to snap that helmet on.  Can you do it or do you need my help?"  

She shakes her head no to me, so I do it carefully, pulling the strap as tight as it'll go.  It's not tight enough, but it's the best I can do.  

"Ok, Six.  It's time to learn how to drive."  I move forward, careful to hold her securely in front of me.  This will be a long ride, because I'll have to ride slow, but we'll get there.  Then I'll be back to take care of the asshole who did this.  

Chapter One

Blade

"SWITCH, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE.  I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE OR I'D CUT YOUR DAMN DICK OFF."

"I haven't fucking touched her.  You know this shit."  He opens the door as he zips up his fly.  Some whore is on her knees with her tits out over the top of her shirt.

"Then why did she just fucking tell me that she was with you last night?"

"I don't fucking know, but I sure as fuck wasn't."

"What in the fuck.  She's going to be the damn death of me.  All I've done is worry about you mother fuckers getting to her since she showed up.  How am I ever going to fucking chill with her here causing me hell?  Call a meeting NOW.  I'm done."  I slam the door and kick his chair across the room as I pass it. 

She's testing me.  I had no idea letting her come live in an apartment here would make me insane.  I'm consumed with where she's at, who she's with, is she getting knocked up, or fucking worse.  She just turned twenty-one and at this rate, she may not live to see twenty-two.  I may tie her ass up in a dungeon somewhere until I think she's ready for the real world. 

Her foster parents were something else.  Rich bitch parties all the time she's at private school getting her education.  I guess I should thank them for that.  It was something I knew I couldn't do for her.  But now she's rebelling against everything.  She needs to be taught who the fuck she's disobeying.

The guys start to enter the chapel one by one, each sitting in their chair around the table.  Switch gives me a pissed off look when he picks up his chair off the floor against the wall. 

With Switch to my right and Beast to my left, I slam my fist on the table to start this 'meeting'.

"My fucking sister is off limits.  If I see one of you fucking looking at her, I will cut your eyes out.  If any part of your body touches her..... I will cut that part of your body off.  So think very fucking hard before any of you even brush across her if she walks by.  This is an order."

"Prez, you can't call an off limits on her if she's walking around like that.  Shit, she acts like one of the club whores when she walks through here.  How will we ever keep the entire club from touching her?"

"I don't give a shit if you have to clear the club out every time she arrives, don't let anyone near her."  They all look at me.  Half with a smirk, half taking me seriously.

"Let's call a vote... or should I say, show me a yes so I know you understand," Switch says with a hard look to his right.  Stone rotates his knife so the blade is facing the center of the table, saying he agrees.  It's how we vote; if he didn't, the blade would face him.  Shadow, Sarge, Trap, and Snipe follow his lead.  Beast has it done before it makes it back around to him, then I turn to watch Switch do the same.

"Ok, now that we have that out of the way.  Let's talk business.  Sarge, how is Club Turbulence doing?"

"Business is good.  The new manager has made great improvements to the building and it seems to be bringing in more people each weekend.  We will need to increase the guys that we send over there next weekend.  Roxi said three last weekend barely covered what she was needing."

"Get a few of the Prospects to go with you.  I have some plans for the top floor of that club, so make sure they understand we want that fucking place running smooth and on the up and up.  I'm not fucking around there."

"Got it, boss."

"Shadow, how's the Ink House?"

"A little rough.  We need a few more artists in house to help with demand.  I've made some calls."

"Stay on that shit."

"Beast, update me later today on your project.  Listen, guys.  This club has struggled in the past, and I want to show my old man that I can do this.  He won't be around as much since his heart attack, but he'll still see what we're doing.  Our shift in the community will be tough, but eventually they'll learn to accept us and welcome us when we walk into a place.  I have a few business meetings this week.  I may have a couple of other ideas to help us move forward."

"Prez, are we still celebrating tonight?"

"Fuck yes we are.  Bring in the pussy."

"I have it on standby."  Shadow always does.

"I knew you would.  I told Roxy to close down Club Turbulence to the public tonight.  She'll just have her staff in the building."

"I'll see you boys at eight then."  I stand and walk out the door, leaving them to talk shit on my reaction to Piper.  She's my sister.  No one wants their sister with one of these fucking guys.  I know where their dicks have been.  I mean fuck, they're part of the Angels of Death MC.

Walking through the construction, I finally get to my room on the second floor and light up a smoke.  I need a fucking minute.  Sliding the window open, I look out and watch a few of the cars pull in to Club Turbulence.  Our MC sits on the opposite side of the field, in the back corner.  I had the dance club set on the front side, hoping to help draw in business.  One day I'll have it all paved, but until the rest of the construction is done, we'll just have to have a wheat field separating the two.  Hell, who knows what'll go in between them before I'm finished.

My phone vibrates and I notice it's the nurse.  She calls every evening to give me an update on Tex. 

"Marie.  How is the old man today?"

"He's starting to get a little grabby, so I think he's feeling better."  Shit.  Sounds like him.

"If he gets out of line, just tell him."

"I will.  Ok.  Well, I guess I'll call you tomorrow, unless you want to come see him before I leave."  My dick twitches.  I remember what happened yesterday when I went to see him.  It wasn't long and he was snoring, while I was balls deep in Marie's pretty ass. 

"I have a few minutes.  Why don't you just meet me at the back door in fifteen?  You'll hear my bike." 

"I'll be waiting."  I drop the phone and pull off my shirt.  I need to clean the fuck up a bit.  A shower would do me good since I've been fucking sweating my ass off in this heat.  I'll go see Marie and let her relax some of this tension, then I'm going to pay my sister a visit.

I park behind the storage barn in his back yard.  He's got so much shit, he has to have a giant fucking building to store it in. 

She's walking across the concrete in a skirt.  It's like one of those fucking naughty nurse costumes.  No wonder he's fuckin grabbing at her.  She walks up to me as I sit on my bike.  I let my hand run up her bare leg and over her bare ass.

"Did you leave your fucking panties in his room?"

"Nah.  I took them off when you told me you were coming." 

"I'm stressed today, let’s skip the chit chat."  She smiles and moves closer, rubbing her hand on my already hard cock.  I wait for her to unbutton my jeans and drop my zipper.  My dick springs forward and she puts one leg over, until she's straddling me on the bike.

She slides down me with ease.  Her pussy is wet and she feels tight like this.  This'll go quick.  I grab her hips, moving her up and down on me, not waiting on her to take control.  I've yet to meet a woman that I'm patient enough to let control the friction on my dick. 

Her hands slide up the sides of my head, until she's tangled her fingers into my long hair on top.  I fuck her harder when she pulls. 

"Fuck."  Her squealing gets louder as I thrust one last time, slamming her onto my cock.  Moving her skimpy ass top down, I run my beard over her tits as I lick my way around her nipples, biting each before I pull back and grip her hips once again. 

This time I fuck her until it's time to push her back, grabbing my cock and letting it squirt on her stomach.  I don't want that shit on me.  I have places to be.

She tries to move forward against me, but I step off the bike.  Pulling my pants up, I watch her wipe the liquid from the top of her skirt. 

"I'm gonna go see my old man for a bit.  Put some fucking clothes on when you work at his house."  I don't look back to see her reaction.  Honestly, I don't give a fuck what it is.  She needs to learn her damn place.

Tex looks like shit.  Life has been hard on him.  I owe him big time for taking me in when my life was so fucked up.  I met him on the worst night of my life.

"I heard you're feeling better."

"Yeah.  I'm ready to get the fuck out of this bed."

"Soon."

"How's it all coming?"

"I've got it all under control.  Shit's moving forward."

"I have faith in you.  That's why I gave you the head of the table."  He passed it over to me a few months ago.  His health has gone to shit and he's struggling with normal everyday shit.  There's no way he could handle the massive overhaul this club needs.

"I appreciate it.  I won't let you down."

"Is Beast in yet?" 

"Almost." 

"That's the only thing I want updates on, Evan.  It's something I should've done long ago."

"I know.  We'll get in."  I move his Tootsie Roll wrappers.  The doctor made him stop smoking... so the fucker eats Tootsie Rolls now like his life depends on it. 

"Shit, Tex.  You love that fucking candy."

"Always have."  He starts to unwrap the next before I have all the wrappers in the trash.

"I'll come back to see you in the morning.  I'm headed to Club Turbulence for the evening.  I figured the guys could use an off night."

"You bringin in some ass?"  He knows this answer.  Heading up the MC for over twenty years, I'm sure that's one thing that hasn't changed since it all started.

"You know it."

"Alright.  Take care of my guys."  I nod as I take his hand and wrap an arm around his neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Tex."  I don't correct him and say they're my guys, but they are.  I've been through so much shit with these guys.  Their loyalty to me is solid and I'd put my life in any of their hands any day.  I just wouldn't put my sister's ass in front of them and expect a miracle.  They like the ass and titties.  Hell, we all do. 

Walking to my bike, I notice Marie is gone.  That's a good thing.  I hate when they try to cling.  I don't have time for that shit. 

I walk the bike backwards before revving the engine, leaving a trail of noise behind me. 

I stop at my sister's apartment, but she doesn't answer.  I text her and tell her to plan on having breakfast with her brother in the morning, before I take off for Club Turbulence.