Page 4 of A Love So Hard

I ignored his jab at me though and turned back to her. Lucy. I finally had a name for the woman who wouldn’t get the fuck out of my head. Then it hit me. This fuckstick knew her name when I didn’t. That did not sit well. Not. At. All.

“Come on babe, I’ll take you home.”

“No thanks. I know Johnny. He’ll see me home safely when he’s done.”

What the fuck? “Babe, he won’t be done until like three in the morning and trust when I say you don’t want your innocent little eyes seeing what goes down here late nights.”

She glanced worriedly towards the prospect again. He sighed and nodded, as if letting her know I was correct. “He’s right, Lucy. They’ll never let me out early. I can call my mom to come get you, if you’d be more comfortable,” he offered, all chivalrous like.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Prospect?” I yelled in his face, not liking the insinuation that Lucy wouldn’t be safe with me.

He held his hands up defensively. “Nothing man. Lucy is my neighbor. I know she’d be safe with you, Double-D, but I just want her to feel comfortable since I’m the reason she was here in the first place.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I blew him off and turned back to the woman I’d be dreaming about again tonight. “Look, you want a ride home or not, babe? We met before at your dad’s shop,” I started to say.

“I’m not stupid,” she sassed. “I know who you are. I just… well… you seem really angry with me for some reason, and I…” she bit her bottom lip hesitating on what she wanted to say next.

It didn’t matter because whatever it was would have been lost in the mix when Shannon came up from behind me trying to give a reach-around to my deflated chub.

“The fuck are you doing?” I asked as I spun around, knocking her hands free from my body.

“Finishing what we started,” she cooed while giving the evil eye to the girl sitting behind me. Oh, I saw what she was doing all right. This bitch was trying to run the good girl off, because she knew competition when she saw it. Fuck that!

“We didn’t start shit tonight, or any other night. You’re a hole for any asshole to use and unless you want to lose that place here you don’t ever put your hands on my body without permission again, we clear?”

“Yeah, Charles,” she gritted out derisively.

I slammed my fist into my own chest, and pointed to the name that was embroidered on the kutte I wore. “Double-D, not Charles. Never Charles to you.” I stated clearly. She nodded and whimpered, realizing her mistake as she took a couple steps back from me. I guess it was just my night to scare all the girls off with my attitude.

Only I didn’t care about this one in particular, which reminded me. I turned to the girl who was waiting on me to take her home only to find she was no longer there waiting. She was headed out the front door with the prospect in tow. “What the…” I started to say as a large hand came down on my shoulder. It was our Prez, Timeless.

“I sent the girl with Johnny-boy. You looked busy with Shannon and she lives next door to the kid. Only asshole here her dad would trust to do it anyway. You know she’s under club age, and off limits, yeah?”

“Of course I know. Does Johnny-boy?” I seethed as I used the nickname Timeless clearly had for the prospect.

“He’s got an in bigger than you ever could if she wanted to give him her time, boy.” He chuckled then as a sick, twisting feeling churned in my guts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Those two have been best friends for a long damn time. Hell, they used to take baths together. Their moms are best friends, and no doubt have plans to put their spawn together in wedded bliss one day. I’m betting that boy would have no problem with their planning either. Best to stay clear of that, D. Nothing good can come from you going there. She has two years until she’s club legal, and her dad has already called to have me warn you away.”

“Great, but that fuckstick is good enough? He was seriously going to have her hanging out here all night to witness the shit that goes down on party nights,” I informed him.

Timeless just shook his head at me while grinning. “Since when have you ever cared what happens in the clubhouse or who sees it?” Well, he had me there. Nothing I could possibly say to that would help my case.

“Go grab some free pussy, the kind you’re allowed to sink your dick into, and forget all about that one. I have no doubt she’ll forget all about you in the next two years too. Mark my word.” With that, Timeless wandered off giving Shannon a smack on her ass and a scolding for her bad behavior as he went. What the hell was I supposed to do when no other woman compared to the girl who wasn’t quite woman enough for me to have yet? Shit.

Chapter 3

(Lucy – age 16, Double-D – age 19)

Over the next few months Double-D was suddenly everywhere I turned. I would have thought maybe he was following me or something, but he always seemed to have legitimate reasons for turning up in the same places. It was sort of fun to go out and wonder if I’d see him somewhere, or if I’d go home disappointed again. The best parts though were the stolen moments we managed when we were able to talk, get to know one another a little, and the way the butterflies in my belly went nuts when that happened.

I had just arrived at a house party that my parents definitely didn’t know I was attending when I saw a couple of motorcycles sitting out front. My friend Angie had an older brother who was throwing the party. They were mostly college-age guys attending since her brother was three years older than us so we figured we would go and have some fun too. The unfortunate part of our plan was that I recognized one of those motorcycles as belonging to my neighbor, Johnny. I had no doubt he would try to take me home if he saw me. He knew my parents wouldn’t approve, but worse, I knew he wanted me for himself and was just biding his time until I was a little older. Johnny was 18 to my 16. That wasn’t a big deal for most teenagers, but my parents had already laid down the law with him and he was being respectful of their wishes. If only he’d be respectful of mine. I didn’t like him in that way, and I’d been plenty up front about it.

I wish I could make him understand, but our parents had been pushing our nonexistent union for as long as I could remember. At first, they just wanted us to be friends. As we got older I started overhearing our mothers talk about our wedding. They were legitimately planning it out, as if I would just go along with whatever they wanted. If I were to get married, it would be my darn day, and I would not want someone else planning it out for me. That definitely goes for the hideous disasters of southern debutante frilly lacey craptastic ideas of wedding dresses they had. I shivered as I remembered the day they showed me several different types and asked me to pick my favorite. I took them, looked them over, and proceeded to throw them all in the garbage right in front of them. My momma had not been happy with me, but of course, Johnny’s mom just waved it off.

“She’ll come around,” had been her response. Whose mom wanted a woman to ‘come around’ to the thought of getting married to her boy? Ugh.

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