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Smoke

“ I sent you and Wolf to keep an eye on the business, not for you to get your fucking rocks off with the girls.” Grimm, the Prez of the YOMC Nevada chapter, and my father, barked out his disapproval.

“It’s not like that Pops,” I voice my defense. “It’s one girl, not plural. You make it sound like I’ve been fucking my way through the whole house. You wouldn’t think nothing of it if it was club whores I’d been sniffing around.”

“Exactly. Why go looking elsewhere when you have pussy on tap right here under your fucking nose?”

“Because Violet, she’s different.”

At only seventeen, Violet hasn’t yet been instated as one of the whores working at Velvet Reds in Storey County, about 20 miles east of Reno. Velvet’s is one of the two legal whore houses that the Young Outlaws, Nevada have shared ownership with the Florida chapter. But as it’s barely a month before she hits her eighteenth birthday, she’ll soon be put to work with the rest of the girls.

The thought of it turns my stomach and makes my blood boil.

It’s a couple of months now that Pops has had me working with Wolf at Velvet’s while Dolores, the house’s madam, is recuperating after major surgery. The poor bitch had a brain tumor, and while they removed the majority of it, a small amount was inoperable. The treatment she was taking to try to reduce the chances of it growing again was wiping her out, when she had asked Grimm to have an extra brother or two on sight in case any of the customers got out of hand, he immediately stepped up.

My momma, Angel, made it clear to Pops as soon as I got the word Prospect on the back of my cut I was to be kept away from the whorehouses. But Pops was short on available brothers due to the increase of weapons coming in from Russia for the Irish market, which had grown so fast it had become chaotic. He had no option but to send me, along with Wolf, to keep an eye on things.

No doubt my momma was a firecracker, and she raged like a banshee when she found out about it. But Pops has always been a smooth-talking bastard, especially when it came to Angel, and he knew exactly which buttons to press and what promises to make to get her on side.

He also emphasized that I was eighteen, a man and not as innocent as she was led to believe. I was raised in a MC from the age of four, for Christ’s sake.

I wasn’t a stranger to the MC’s clubhouse. A place where pussy was plentiful twenty-four seven and the chance of witnessing Porn Hub worthy sex scenes being played out right in front of your face was a regular occurrence, especially with the amount of partying that went on within the club.

Dolores ran a clean house, the girls were tested regularly, and a mountain of rubbers were used to ensure they stayed within the legal requirements in Nevada. Which can’t be said for our brothers, club whores and sweetbutts. It was purely the responsibility of the individual to bag it before you bang it.

It was while grabbing a smoke around the back of Velvets that I caught sight of Violet. My first view was from the back. A thick braid of red hair swung down her back and past her slim waist. The curve of her hips and round ass clad in faded, ripped denim was so tempting that having just taken a deep, long draw from my Marlboro had me choking out the smoke. My noisy outburst had startled her, and she had spun on her heels to face me.

She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

Her skin, a creamy white, plump pink lips parted as she inhaled a gasp. Her eyes were like green emeralds, big, bright and illuminating. I swear I could hear the pounding of her heart in perfect rhythm with the bounce of her tits as she took in air. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, a barrier of protection .

That moment, that very first look, was enough for me to know that I had to make her mine.

“I really like her, Pops. I want to claim her.”

Grimm pushed out of the chair where he sat at the other side of the desk. His big hands slap down hard against the surface to brace himself as he leans across it, his scared face menacing.

“Dolores is going to shit a brick,” he gripes out between gritted teeth. “That ain’t gonna happen, son. She’s eighteen in a couple of weeks and Dolores wants to put her to work. With my permission, she’s fed her and roomed her since she was fifteen. Sure, the young girl did her fair share of chores to work off some of the debt, but it was always on the cards that as soon as she was legal, she’d pay the rest of her debt off on her back.”

“No Pops, I’ll pay her debt. Whatever it takes. Don’t have her whoring herself out. I couldn’t take that.”

“Are you fucking crazy, boy?” he barks back at me.

“Maybe I am, but I’ll do anything. Anything you want.” If I need to get down on my knees and beg like a cunt, I will. For Violet. “Please,” I plead, hoping it won’t actually come to me hitting the floor.

“I don’t know, son.” He sits back into the high-backed chair, his brow creased, his hand rubs the back of his neck. “Let me talk to Angel. Get her input on this, then I’ll make a decision.”

I give him a simple nod before backing out of the office. I don’t stop until I’m out of the clubhouse, astride my motorcycle and firing her up. I rev up the engine and power out through the gates of the club’s property at full speed. Once I get to Velvets, I pull up around the back where I know Violet will be watching from the window, waiting for me to arrive.

I’ve barely kicked out the stand when Violet comes flying out of the door to the back of the property that leads to the private living quarters where she currently lives with Dolores.

“What happened?” she gushes out as her body crashes into me, her arms slide around my neck, her green eyes wide in anticipation. “What did he say?”

“Everything is going to work out fine.” I drop my lips to hers and kiss her deeply. She tastes of bitter coffee and sweet cookies, and I know exactly what she’s been snacking on while waiting for me. “Grimm is going to run everything past Angel, then I’ll officially claim you, and you can move in with me at the clubhouse.”

“Really?” she hits me with one of her breath-taking smiles.

“Really,” I laugh out loud when she jumps up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I take a firm grip of her ass to hold her in place. She peppers my face with kisses before attacking my lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I growl deep within my throat as I back us up against the wall of the house. “I need you Vi, I need inside you.” She grasps at the hair at the back of my head as she tilts her hips into me, her pussy seeking friction against the bulge of my hard cock that’s pressing painfully behind the zipper of my jeans.

This is how I know she is the woman for me. A simple touch, a glance at her perfect face, and I’m hard. Wanting her outranks any other emotions that I have.

I love the club, my brothers. Grimm, my father and Prez, is a tough nut who still shows me love when appropriate, but cuts me no favors when it comes to club life. Angel, although not my biological mother, my birth mother was a chronic meth head and died when I was four, has given me nothing but love. However, on the flip side, her overprotectiveness sometimes drives both Grimm and me crazy. I would take a bullet for any of them. But Violet, damn, she’s my future, and I just know that my life will be nothing without her.

The heat between us sets us on fire, and when I slide my hand between us and release my cock, it takes me seconds to pull her panties aside, and I’m sliding right into her. The last week we’ve been fucking every chance we get, but in my haste to be in her, I bypass the usual foreplay and, for the first time, I go in bare.

“Fuck, Vi,” I groan out at the new sensation of having nothing between her tight inner walls and my rigid cock. “Shit, you feel so good, so fucking good.” I slam my mouth over hers, kissing her, thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth as I piston into her hard and fast. Working her towards climax while chasing my own, both of us desperately need to quench our sexual craving.

“I’ll pull out.” I mumble to assure her, not caring about the risk of getting jizz on my clothes, even my precious cut. Maybe I can time it right. If she comes before I do, I’ll coax her to her knees, and push my cock between her plump lips and fill her throat with my cum. That’s the plan anyway, but the incredible feel of her inner walls spasming around my engorged cock as she peaks is too much and too late. My hot cum fills her as I growl out my release against her lips.

How does the saying go?

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Little did I know that when I got back to the clubhouse later that same day, my Pops at the rigorous direction from Angel, I would be signed up and shipped off into the Marines. Away from Violet, unaware that inside her belly was my unborn child.

For six years, I was a Marine. After four, I could have come home, but even though I thought of Violet often, I guessed that she had long since moved on from the young, cocky biker that had made promises then disappeared out of her life without an explanation or even a goodbye. So, I’d signed up for another two, but that was my limit. After watching my brothers-in-arms lose their lives, limbs and sanity at the age of twenty-four, I walked away from the military, and right back into the clubhouse of the Young Outlaws MC, Nevada.

I never would have guessed that when I set foot back in Reno, Violet would be still at Velvet Reds, now running the place after Dolores had lost her fight against cancer, and she’d have a kid. A girl. My beautiful daughter.

I won’t deny, despite my previous reservations that Vi would have moved on and become a working girl, I didn’t hesitate to seek her out at the first chance I got. The thought of her being with other men filled me with rage, but I had to see her. Damn, I was willing to pay if it came to it to be able to fuck her one more time.

The first person I laid eyes on as soon as I had stepped through the doors of Velvet Reds was Vi. Instantly, my pulse sped up, electricity surged through my core as I took in her beauty. The flush to her cheeks, the way her eyes burned with fire when our gaze met, told me everything. Despite the years and the distance, nothing had changed between us. From that second, it was like we’d never been apart.

Despite Grimm and Angel’s interference, we had found each other again. We agreed that no one would know about us, that Violet was mine. It was hard sneaking around at first, but when I was made up to VP, keeping it under wraps was easier because Grimm was already taking a back seat from the day-to-day running of the club and its business, so I could control the situation.

Miraculously, no one ever found out the truth about us and that the child she’d had while I was away in the military was mine and not some mishap while turning tricks.

Then, when our beautiful girl hit seventeen, my world got torn apart.

Violet was torn away from me. Her brutal death was a vengeful act against the club.

I still don’t know for sure how they found out about Violet or who was her actual assailant, but it was clear by the words ‘YOMC whore’ along with a blade plunged into her heart holding a ripped page from the local paper that it was a hit against the MC and more specifically me. The headline: Members of the local motorcycle gang, the Young Outlaws, in bar brawl. It had been carnage, so much so that no one could remember what had kicked it off in the first place.

Two men had ended up dead, both at my hands. Thankfully, none of our brothers were seriously injured, but it was clear that someone wanted revenge.

Everyone was under the impression that Violet had been targeted simply because she worked for the MC, running Velvets. Grimm immediately put extra protection on Angel, and the club was on high alert. But my instincts told me differently. Violet was targeted. A direct hit back at me.

The guilt and pain I felt at losing Violet were excruciating. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stamped on repeatedly. A knife scoring a million cuts before slicing and dicing it into tiny pieces.

The only thing that had stopped me from putting a bullet in my own head was our daughter. She needed me, but the only way I felt that I could ensure her safety was to continue to keep our connection a secret.

At seventeen, she was young, but within two years, with my guidance and encouragement, and a lot of help and gained respect from the Velvet ladies, she stepped into her mother’s shoes and took over the majority of the general day-to-day running of the house. I insisted it was all done behind the scenes, and she was not to go front-of-house, at least for the first couple of years.

When I did drop in to see my daughter, it seemed to all that I was simply checking on YOMC business. For me, I got to spend precious time with my daughter while continuing to keep her safe and away from the prying eyes of our enemies.

I can only hope that one day things will be different.