Page 68 of A Love So Hard

“Then, my brother,” I pointed to Merc, “realized something wasn’t right. I wasn’t even fuckin’ breathing anymore and this club bitch was still riding my cock. She was basically fucking herself off on a dead brother. Merc brought me back. I coded again on the way to the hospital. They lost me several times that night before they brought me around. I woke up from that shit. Woke up from being dead. Woke up from being raped.” I shook all over as I spat those words out. “Never fuckin’ talked about that shit with you guys. Never fuckin’ used that word, because it’s humiliating, right? How’s a fuckin’ big guy like me, a biker, a bad ass, a man who had been an enforcer at one time end up raped by some club bitches? It fuckin’ happened. Because they had opportunity to get that shit done. Because we let them run around here like they own this place. Those bitches are in the ground now alongside the brother that set that shit up. Doesn’t mean it can’t happen again.”

“I’m pretty fuckin’ sure there’s more than just me who has experienced some shit these women have put us through. Maybe what you have been through hasn’t been that extreme. But just in my family alone, there’s been some pretty fucking crazy extremes that highlight the fact that we are doing something terribly wrong.”

“They ran my Jackie off,” Bubba admitted. “Been three years now. That cunt, Sapphire, started as a dancer at one of the clubs and then ended up here most nights servicing whoever wanted it. She was relentless any time I had Jackie in here she was cornering her and telling her all about the things I was supposedly doing with the bitches at the clubs. Described shit in vivid detail to her, and then one day made her way into the bathroom down the hall that the smaller rooms share. She made sure I was in there too on one of the nights Jackie stayed over. Soon as she saw that bathroom door open she dropped to her knees and started hollering about ‘Bubba, I don’t think its right to do this when she’s here,’ Of course that shit made me look guilty as fuck. I had my fuckin’ pants down and my dick hanging out ‘cause I’d just taken a piss. Jackie was the one for me. She has a kid with some accountant across town now.”

“You weren’t the only one Sapphire fucked with. That’s the bitch that got tossed. Happened one too many times,” J-Bird stated evenly. “Plus, I found her going through my room when I wasn’t there.”

“We need to vote this shit for real this time. No more club whores. No more!” I called out.

“Now, wait a minute,” PeeWee called out. That fucker. I couldn’t believe had the nerve to speak up. He barely kept his kutte after I found out that he had been saying some completely vulgar shit to my daughter whenever he found her unescorted at the clubhouse. He went nomad for a few months. Hell, I thought the only reason he was back was because of the funeral, not because he was looking to stay. “I get that you’re all up in your emotions right now, but the single men need a place to stick their dicks,” he offered with a thrust of his hips.

“Then the single men need to go find pussy at one of the clubs or with a fucking Tinder App on their phone. I don’t care how you do it, but a fucking stable of shifty ass bitches with their own agendas shouldn’t be crawling around here unattended just because you don’t have enough game to pick up a woman to fuck on your own.” I saw the brothers who would stand with PeeWee on this. We would lose some over this if a vote went my way. I did not give a fuck though. “See all these men gathered today?” I asked the question. He didn’t answer and no one else did either. “DO YOU SEE ALL THESE MEN HERE?” I shouted, voice vibrating through the rafters as I did.

“I ain’t blind,” PeeWee answered.

“Why do we have so many bodies here today?”

I watched the wind in his sails deflate a bit. “Come on, man. Even your own son wouldn’t have wanted this.”

“You telling me my son’s mind now? Fuck that. My own son brought his concerns to Merc and Sandman days before he was killed by another fuckin’ club whore.” That shut up the men who had been talking about how fucked this vote was. “He wanted this brought to a vote, and he was told that it would have to wait for a full club vote which took time to organize. Time, as it turned out, that my son did not have.”

I held up a fisted hand in the air. “JUST MY FAMILY!” I called out as loudly as my voice would go. I ticked one finger into the air. “A club whore tried to kidnap my wife as a baby. That baby was then lost to our club president at the time.” I ticked another finger up. “I was drugged, raped, nearly killed, and lost my woman because of a disloyal brother and club whores. Lost out on seeing my boy born into this world. Lost out on a whole fuck of lost of firsts and didn’t get to meet him until he was three fuckin’ years old. Considering I just lost him, those missing years were even more precious, because our time was already going to be too short.” I ticked up yet another finger. “My son was killed by a club whore who fancied herself an old lady after he used her once and told her no more. That’s three in just my family. Those three things were no small things. They brought with them loss, and brought our club low each time. Those of you who were here for any of the first two remember what it felt like to deal with the aftermath. Those who weren’t can see what it looks like now, on the day you buried your brother. I buried my boy. I am telling you now, this vote goes any way but to ban the practice of having those cunts available in house here at the clubhouse I will no longer be wearing this kutte. It’s too much. I’ve lost too much. I won’t stand by and watch this play out on repeat for my family again, or for anyone else’s family. If easy pussy is more important than your brothers, their losses, and the hits this club has taken for it then we know your priorities.”

That was it. I said my peace. I met Merc’s eyes. “You have my vote.” I started walking away, but then stopped. “You have T-Bone’s too, because he set this in motion and should still get his say.”

“You got it brother,” Merc called back to me as I continued to move through the swell of men. I felt several hands clap down on my back and shoulder as I pushed through, beyond the room into the kitchen, and then into the bedroom I’d claimed again earlier. I couldn’t sit out there while they hashed that shit out. I would kill someone. Two hours later Merc came to find me there.

As soon as the door opened my head snapped up and eyes landed on him. He moved to come sit at the end of the bed, leaving me where I was with my back against the wall at the head of the bed. “Decision is made,” he announced before turning to me. “Not without casualties though,” he went on. “Lost two of our prospects.” I shrugged. No sweat off anyone’s back there. I could probably tell him which two bugged off.

“They probably weren’t going to make it anyway.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “We lost three brothers. One is heading nomad the other two are transfer candidates if any of the other chapters will take them in. Didn’t hear any reps from those chapters step up with offers for them though.”

“So, what was the final decision?”

“Chapter-wide only. Ghost would not agree to make it a mandate nationally. He said just as with going legit, it was up to each chapter to get there on their own. Not all of them have had the same experience ours has had with the whores. Some have a great relationship with the women who hang around there, apparently. Our chapter though will no longer house club whores here at the clubhouse. If a brother brings a woman to a function, or just back to his room to fuck if he lives here, then he has to do it in his room or a private space. He will also be held accountable for his own guests while they are on club property all the way to the point where they are escorted out and not allowed back in under any circumstance unless they sponsored in and in contact with their sponsor the entire time once again. That was the best I could do for the single men who still live here.”

I nodded. “Sounds fair.

“It also means more of our members will be hanging out any number of our clubs where they’ll start trying to pick up the dancers and whatnot. Considering you work there doing books still, I thought you should know. They’re calling for a place in at least one of the clubs where they can have what they did here.”

“They want to maintain the stable and just have it remote from the clubhouse?”

Merc nodded.

“Fuck, man. Is that really fixing anything then?”

“Fixes the fact that unless someone’s woman heads to that club they won’t have to engage or have contact with the whores at all. It fixes the fact that they can’t be here eavesdropping on club business. It also means the men who don’t want to partake in that shit won’t have it in their faces constantly too.” I could see in his eyes he was speaking for himself. Over the years, he’d been tempted a few times when he was riding out rough patches with his woman. “You gonna head back home tonight?”

I shook my head. “Ever texted earlier while you were all debating. She said that I should give Luce some space and that she would stay with her tonight to make sure she wasn’t alone. Your woman has Anna right now. Checked in with her. She says Anna’s been sleeping since the funeral, so…”

“We’ll watch over Anna and give you guys a couple days to sort your shit,” Merc agreed. I’ll make sure everyone knows your room is off limits. Deck’s buddy, the idiot whose always cracking jokes, is our only fuckin prospect at this point. I have him rolling through all the rooms gathering belongings that females have left behind. We’re not even letting them back in to collect that shit. The ban for the clubhouse starts today.”

“Thank you,” I offered up as I stared at the ceiling.

“Don’t fuckin’ thank me. I should have pushed for this shit that day I found you not breathing.” With that, he got up and left my room, locking the door behind himself so no one could disturb me in case sleep found me.

Chapter 29

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