9Aaron
As I drove backto Florida, the face of my phone showed my father calling. All he wanted was to keep reminding me of how important it was to kill Megan for tricking us. I swiped my screen and hit speaker.
“Dad,” I answered. I was not in the mood to listen to him right now.
“You got any leads on that tricky, little bitch? You were right about us not trusting her ass. She was good. I give her that much. That bitch could have killed every one of us, and I fell for her tricks. I want you to put an extra bullet in that black bitch’s head for me. And I want to see the picture. Better yet, bring me the body so I can shoot her ass again.”
I’d been listening to this type of ranting since the moment I revealed to my father that Megan had played us. He was too embarrassed to share the news with the rest of the MC. Therefore, he and I were the only ones who knew the depth of Megan’s treachery. My job now was to find her and find out who the fuck she was and why she’d gone through such lengths to infiltrate us.
My brain refused to accept that she’d gone through that much trouble for research. Cutting into my father’s rant, I told him, “I’m on my way back. It looks like she may be right there under our noses in Florida.”
This bit of information set Shark off even more. He released some type of snort-huff into the phone. “You mean that bitch is right here in Florida? If I knew where she was, I’d go and strangle her ass with my bare hands. And to think, I fucked that conniving little bitch.”
At those words, I nearly lost control of my truck as I fought the steering wheel and watched my phone slide across the passenger’s seat. I reached across the seat, stretching my arm while struggling to keep an eye on the road. I gripped the wheel with one hand and held the phone up to my mouth with the other.
“You fucked Megan!”
“She tricked me. Seduced me. Used me to protect her from the rest of the MC. And my dumb ass let my dick do the thinking.” My father’s words were like acid eating through my eardrums.
My fucking brain was turning circles in my head as my father’s irritating fucking voice drew on and on.
That’s why he wouldn’t say her name.When she worked for us, he’d called her everything except Megan. I should have known it. The fucking biggest clue had been there the entire time. My father had this stupid ass rule about not saying a woman’s name again if he’d slipped and said it during sex. That motherfucker!
My father’s fucking voice came back through my phone, and all I wanted to do at that moment was punch his ass in the mouth. “Let me tell you, it takes a real man to handle that kind of pussy. She would have fucked these young boy’s heads up if I’d allowed them anywhere near her. After she shot Scud, it seemed to make these boys dicks even harder for her, so she and I worked out a deal. I offered my protection, and the only payment I wanted was a taste.”
Several deep breaths didn’t calm the cloud of anger and rage that roared through me. My fist clenched around the stirring wheel so tight, I could hardly keep my truck steady on the highway. The red sparks that started to cloud my vision right before I killed someone flashed across my view as pure unadulterated fury started to flood my body.
I snatched my stirring wheel and skidded off to the side of the road, going way too fast. The loud thrashing of rocks and a cloud of dust flew up into the air as I fishtailed my truck to a noisy stop. My truck bounced with a few loud hiccups before it came to rest.
When I’d asked Megan if my father had fucked her, she said…she fucking never gave me a straight answer. She told me my father had forbidden the MC from fucking her.
“Aaron, you there?” my father asked, his infuriating voice projected loud over the phone. “You sound like you’re having a fucking panic attack. I know you fucked her too. Could tell it the moment I saw you. Ain’t no need to be ashamed of it. Shit, wasn’t the first time I was with a black woman, but I’m certain it was yours.”
My father’s cackling laughter pissed me off even more. It wasn’t that Megan was the only black woman I’d slept with, but that she was the first woman that I’d allowed myself to love. Not only had she played my entire MC and fucked my father, but she’d played a game with my heart. I was unsure at first, but now I had the ammunition I needed to put a bullet in Megan’s head. My father’s irritating fucking voice returned.
“That’s why I forbid the MC to fuck her, son. Pussy so tight, I damn near had a heart attack. She would have had all of us thinking with our dicks. She would have fucked up all our heads. I mean, look at all the mistakes we’ve already made with her.”
I cut into my father’s rant, again. “I gotta go. D’s calling me with another update.”
Click.
D wasn’t calling. I just didn’t want to listen to him anymore. I closed my hand around my phone so tightly that I had to toss it onto the seat after hearing a low crack. My icy gaze panned the view before me, but I couldn’t identify my surroundings because all I pictured was my hands around Megan’s neck. Blazing fury coursed through my veins, and I intended to aim it all at the woman I now hated more than anything on this earth.