WildMayhem is hopping again tonight. The music is loud, and the drinks are flowing, but there's also something else. An undercurrent of excitement, or maybe tension? Whatever it is, I can't put my finger on it, but it has me paying attention more than I normally do."You feel it?" Skunk asks, he walks over to stand beside me as we both wipe glasses down."The electricity, the nervous energy?""Oh yeah, my man. You definitely feel it too."It goes without saying I do, but I don't know what it means in this mid-size college town. Does it mean shit's about to hit the fan or are we just in for a crazier than normal night? "There's definitely something bubbling under the surface," I agree with him as I gaze out over the crowd."Can I get a Coors?" I hear from my left. Going through the motions, I get the drink requested and deliver it, but my eyes aren't on the person I gave it to; instead they're canvasing everything.I'm not exactly sure what I'm waiting for, but I'll know
Wild"You want another one?" I ask Addie as she finishes off her second Crown and Coke. She's sat here all night, those dark eyes of hers following me as I work at the bar. Watching intently as I deliver drinks to waitresses who've dropped orders off, and the lonely fuckers who crowd around the table top every night. Even though I've only been here for a short amount of time I've gotten to know some of them. The way they come in here every night to numb their pain gets to me. Makes me wonder if that's how I'll end up – an old man, alone with no family nursing a lowball of Jack every night – which if you want to look deep is probably why I've taken Addie up so easily on her offer.One night that I don't have to spend alone in some foreign fucking apartment that stinks. A mattress, the origins of which I don't know. Someone could have died on it, for all the background I was given. None of the shit I have besides my bike and the clothes on my back are mine, but maybe just for one nig
WildI crush her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue into the recesses. She answers back, digging her fingers into the skin at my ribs, letting me take her weight as we stumble and my back hits a wall."This doesn't have to be crazy," I murmur as we break apart, each trying to calm our breathing. "We can take our time."She nods, her eyes somber. Addie fists the shirt she wears in her hands and pulls it off her body. My eyes immediately go straight to where her nipples strain against her bra. I want to see them, put my mouth them, and make her feel good. I make quick work of her bra and do just that as her fingers thrust into my hair, holding me to her tightly. When I can't breathe anymore, I let her go. The two of us stare at each other for long moments, before I decide I can't wait any longer.I tilt her head with my hand on her chin and take possession of her mouth again. It won't take much and I'll be addicted to this girl. Addicted in a way I've never been before. I'll th
Addie"Well you look like you had a good time over the weekend." I'm picking Tatum up from Cash's shop so the two of us can go get our hair done together. I haven't seen her in a few days, and as my eyes travel over her face, she looks like an entirely different person. I wonder if I look different to her too. Wonder if she can tell things have been changing for me, that I've been spending more time than I should at Mayhem, that I'm getting closer than I need to be to Wild. I'd love to tell her about what all is going on with me, but this is her time, this is her love story with Rem, I have nothing to do with it.When we get far enough away from the shop, she lets out the girliest scream I've ever heard from her. "It was absolutely amazing!"I face her, my eyes shining with a laughter that I'm trying to keep to myself. "I'm excited for you and so happy that the two of you got to spend time together."As far as I know the two of them haven't done the deed yet, and this is my
Wild"I've gotta go make this payment, and then I'll be in to work," I tell Skunk as I grab my wallet and cell phone, along with my jacket. "I shouldn't be too late.""Take your time, I got it if you are," he answers from where he lays on the couch, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. I'm still amazed by how much this dude smokes."I've gotta go out to their clubhouse, you think I'll make it back in time?" I have directions, but since I'm not completely familiar with Bowling Green yet, I'm not sure what kind of drive time I'm looking at. "Depends on how fast you can take those roads, some of them are curvy. Just plan on being late. Not a big deal dude."I truly aspire to live my life giving as few fucks as Skunk does. I'm sure it's because he's high all the time, but damn. "See ya."He flicks a hand at me, his gaze doesn't even move to me as I head out the door. Walking slowly down the stairs, I come to a realization. If I'm going to stay here, which after the night with Add
AddieSitting at the table in the middle of the clubhouse with Wild a few chairs down from me is not a position I'd ever thought I'd be in the day after we slept together. Life is what it is though, and sometimes that bitch likes to throw curveballs. Luckily for me, the people at this table are inquisitive fuckers. "How'd you end up here?" Mom asks as she passes him the bread. Never mind he's already answered the question a few times, she still wants it answered again.He's nice though, doesn't even sigh as he pushes into the explanation again. "My bike threw a rod right off exit twenty-eight. Coasted into the gas station, and they showed up." He points to Jagger and Layne. "Pretty lucky for you." She eyes Steele."Yeah, somebody told me you all watch that exit, but I'm very glad you do.""I'm pretty sure that somebody was Skunk. For some reason he seems to act like we're the government. He's got so many conspiracy theories surrounding us and this place, I'm surprised he
AddieFebruary"Can you please cover for me with Mom?" Caelin is begging me as he stands outside of CRISIS. "Just tell her I didn't feel well.""No." I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head vigorously at him. "You've got to learn to take your punishment, bro. You can't be doing the shit you're doing and then expect everyone to bail you out time and time again. It's not fair."He huffs. "You weren't all roses and unicorns two years ago, either. I hope you realize that."I give him a pointed glare. "Oh I do, but I didn't let my freak flag fly until I was out from under their roof. You've got to play the game, Cae. They'll loosen up, but you've got to prove to them you're ready for it."He swallows hard. "I just want them to look at me like I'm a man.""Who?""The guys in the club. If I'm gonna follow in Dad's footsteps, they've got to stop looking at me like I'm a screwup."I'm freezing out here, talking to him, but this is the most he's been willing to share wi
AddieI shouldn't be here. I absolutely shouldn't be here. The thought keeps running through my head as I exit my SUV, letting the door slam loudly. Truth be told I'm not really in the mood tonight, but I want to see Wild. I'm dying to know what happened with the house Jagger took him to see, and we've not exchanged phone numbers, so it's not like I can text him.Tate is out with Remy again, and instead of being stuck alone, I decide very quickly that I'd much rather be watching Wild mix a few drinks behind the bar. And maybe later, I can entice him with the barely-there bra and panty set I have on under this dress.A smile on my face, I plant my feet on the asphalt, get my bearings, and start walking for the entrance. It's a cold night, spitting rain, almost sleet, but I wore this dress and these heels for the man behind the bar, and I'll be damned if he doesn't see me in them. My fingers are reaching for the front door when I feel someone grab me from behind and drag me behind
William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
HarleyFifteen Years Later "Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?" I question Erick, looking up at him, because he's now taller than me. He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. "No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you're better." "I wouldn't say that. He can hold his own, but I've been riding longer than him." "Exactly," he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride." I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It'd be like telling him not to breathe. "Okay," I nod. "The first thing I want you to know is you're going to be wearing a helmet until you're eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do." "Mom," he groans. "Don't mom me. It's what's going to happen. It's a right of passage, and you're go
Harley"He looks like us, doesn't he?" I whisper to Justice as we sit on the screened-in back porch at Grandma and Gramps' house. "He does," she coos. "Those eyes and the set of his chin are one-hundred percent Walker. His little wisp of blonde hair. Are you going to let yours go back to blonde?" She asks, lifting up a lock of my still-dark hair. "I don't know, I kinda like it. Not that I want to be different than you, but it sets us apart." "It does and I understand. You should do whatever you want. "His lips are Bishop's, though. Full and plump, always ready for a smirk or a smile. I think he's got his forehead too." Grandma walks in. "Give me that baby. He looks so much like Drew did when he was his age." I roll my eyes. "Don't give Dad any more bragging rights than he already has. He's been almost unbearable to put up with. You'd think he pushed this kid out of his vagina." "He doesn't have one," Justice points out. "Exactly."
BishopCarrying my son out for the members of Heaven Hill to meet him is one of the proudest moments of my life. There are still remnants of tears below my eyes and I can't be bothered to wipe them away. This is one of those moments I don't mind showing my emotions. The doors open and there they all are, standing and waiting. "Hey." I smile up at them over his head. "How's Harley?" Justice asks immediately. "She's good. They're sewing her up and then she'll be okay for visitors. She told me to tell you not to leave, she wants to see you." Immediately, her shoulders relax. It must've been hard for her to be out here knowing her twin was going through everything inside those doors. "I'd like you all to meet Erick Walker." There's a murmur of confusion as everyone questions his last name. Drew puts his hand on my shoulder. "Bishop came to me a little while ago and asked if he could take my last name. He and Harley plan on getting married at some p
HarleyAfter sex with Bishop, I fell into the best sleep I've had in what seems to be months. When I'm jolted awake by a pain stretching across my abdomen and a gush of wetness between my legs, I'm more surprised than anything. I gasp loudly. "Lee, you okay?" His voice is sleepy and I don't want to disturb him if I don't have to, but as another pain stretches across my abdomen and then goes down into my back, I know I need to. "I think my water broke." I gasp as the pain keeps going. "How far apart are they?" We went to the classes they offer but, truth be told, I'm blanking on everything they told us right now. So much for paying attention. "I just woke up so I haven't been able to time them, but I know if my water's broken we need to get to the hospital." "Your bag is here, isn't it?" "Yeah I have one here, at the shop, at home. Just in case." I grimace as I try to sit up, but this has been hell on my core muscles. "Give me a minute and I'll
Bishop"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do. "That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?" She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?" "Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh. "Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you." "Easy buddy, I'm already awake." She reaches out, without words, ask
Harley"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour.""I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains."I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin.""Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me."You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody.""You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable.""It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise.""I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I
BishopI'm nervous as I watch Drew across the bays. This is something I never thought I would do and since we talked about how Liam wasn't his biological father, I've gone back and forth, wondering if this was the right decision. In the end, I know it is. He catches me looking, narrowing his eyes in a what the fuck way. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I walk over to him. "You mind if we talk?" Immediately, he looks worried. "Is everything okay?" "Harley's fine, but what I want to speak to you about has to do with her." "Okay, wanna go behind the shop?" "I wanna ask her to marry me." I hold up my hand. "But I have a request for you. I wanna take the Walker last name." He opens his mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again. My stomach drops and my heart pounds. The silence stretches on between us and I'm worried about what I've just requested. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything." He reaches out, holding on tightly t
Harley"Eight more weeks and it's looking like he might come early. You're carrying low. He's a good weight, though, so as long as we can keep him in four to six more, you're good," Doctor Simmons says as she checks me. "Have you been having any pain or anything?" "No." I shake my head then think better about it. "Actually, yeah I did. Bishop and I were..." I stop, not sure how to proceed without being crass. "Being intimate and I felt some pressure." "Was there bleeding afterward?" "No, it just got uncomfortable very quick. To the point where I had to ask Bishop to stop. I've never done that before, not since we had sex for the first time." My face flames as I tell this woman more than I ever expected to. "It's okay," she explains. "You're going to be feeling more pressure the closer you get to him coming. Like I said, you're already carrying low. The lower he gets, the worse it's going to be for you. Your hips are widening and preparing for you to give birth,