She had come down with the Wicked Dragons for the funeral of Stacey, Torch’s Old Lady, and I hadn’t heard anything from her since.
Sure, I don’t seem like much of a talker now but, back before I was shot, I was a jokester. I liked to have fun, and there was no shortage of women at my door.
I loved the life that being a biker gave me and I would die for any of my brothers. Now I just existed.
Ella, our club princess, was under our protection. The president of the Devil’s Souls MC was after her. He thought that he had some sort of claim over her because of her fucked-up mom.
I had no problem protecting her; I knew that she was precious.
I was shot while on watch for her at the doctor’s office. It wasn’t the first time that I was shot, and it definitely won’t be the last. While in the hospital for my wound, I met Krista. She was one of the nurses assigned to me. She didn’t seem put off by the fact that brothers were coming in and out of the room. Of course, now I know why; she grew up in the MC.
I didn’t grow up in the MC life. I was raised by my parents who were well off. One night, they were coming home from a date and were hit by a drunk driver. I ended up with their inheritance. It was a good enough inheritance that I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to.
I took off from my hometown and ended up having lunch at the Hole in the Wall Diner. Some jerk was getting handy with the waitress and I took matters into my own hands. After the rich prick got a good beating, the president of the MC, Derek, asked me to prospect. I could obviously hold my own and he respected that.
After prospecting for a year, I was patched in and received my road name.
How I got my road name is an embarrassing story. I was getting ready for a party and styled my hair with some hairspray. I ended up lighting my hair on fire. I’ve only used gel from then on. The smell of burnt hair is not pretty. I still gag at the thought of it. I had to shave the rest of my hair so that it could grow out evenly. My hair took a long time to grow out, and now I take care of my hair even better than I ever have.
Since I didn’t have to work, I was placed on protection which I didn’t mind. Watching after loved ones, women and kids, or going on look out for our rivals was a position that I took pride in.
The position made me feel needed. I knew that they needed me for their protection. I took my job very seriously which is why I was the main guy to watch over Ella.
When we Vicious Snakes protect, we do it all or nothing. I did my best to make sure that those fuckers weren’t going to touch our princess. Those fuckers were cowards. They shot me before I had a chance to draw my own fucking gun or see where they were coming from.
Here’s the thing that no one knows about me; there is something wrong with me. I have tried to bring club whores back to my room, or meet someone up at the pub but, fuck, nothing happens. My cock just stays soft like it doesn’t have a fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Being that I was always fucking around, not being able to fuck makes me a grumpy mother fucker. I would give anything to sink into a nice, hot, tight pussy; well, to sink into Krista because she’s the only woman I want. But the fucking thing won’t even twitch. Nothing, nada, zilch.
That’s why I never made a move for Krista to be my Old Lady. I could see the way she looked at me, and I flirted with her in the beginning, but I couldn’t be the man she needed if I couldn’t perform like one. Who would want a man who couldn’t use his dick?
I had to let her go, but I didn’t realize how hard that would be. She would be able to find someone who could pleasure her in ways that I wasn’t able to. Not that I think she would care; she has a kind heart. I just didn’t feel like a fucking man.
Not being able to perform sexually showed me just how much my sexuality used to define me.
Krista’s eyes lingered on me when she walked out of the clubhouse this last time. I could tell that she was wondering if I would finally make a move on her and stand up to all the men in the MC to make her mine, or if I was willing to let her go and let some other fucker have her.
That woman had so much hope in her eyes that it fucking killed me to see her slowly break when I purposely kept my distance. I was a dick because I didn’t give her what she wanted. It was clear that she only wanted me.
Then we lost Stacey who was Torch’s Old Lady. She was a damn fine Old Lady. She and a brother named Trigger were taken by a fucker named Vince who tried to kill them both by tying them up and setting the place on fire. Stacey had also sustained many injuries from when Vince had run them off the road causing them to crash their vehicle.
Stacey ended up dying right before Trigger left the building to save his life. I knew that shit weighed on him. You could see the guilt any time
