Wild Child (2 page)

I woke with a start. Veiko was beside me, watching. He
knew
what had startled me from a deep sleep.
He always knew.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close.

"Rabid? Damn it, Kima! Let that fucker go! It's over. That was so fucking long ago. I thought you were over that shit years ago."

I knew V was angry but I can't stop my thoughts. He could and did kill in cold blood but I wasn't like Veiko.

"Why the hell don't you write down your thoughts? It may help you work out the stress and anxiety and perhaps give you some closure."

He had my attention now.

I laughed, "Write? You're nuts, V!"

But was he?

V leaned in and kissed me gently before pulling away and wordlessly, leaving the room.

I began to make a plan of what I would write; planning was something I excelled at. I got up and plugged my laptop in. The words just began to write themselves it seemed.

This is my story and the stories of the Bound for Hell Motorcycle Club.

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CHAPTER 1
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Southern New Jersey, 1974

 Veiko Finn was riding his black '67 Electra Glide down an open country road on a beautiful summer day. The bike was his pride and joy.  He loved to ride on days like this, when the sun was hot on his back and there was a cool breeze. He loved the euphoria he got, as if he was flying and being one with the road and nature. He called it ‘wind therapy’ and it was good for the soul.

 He was wearing his Bound for Hell colors and hoped there were no cops around because he was speeding.

Normally he would have taken his time to appreciate the surroundings of pretty little farms and patches of forest that dotted the countryside, but not today.

He loved to ride alone, sometimes, because it gave him time to think and clear his mind. However, he was in a hurry to get to a party at Sea Woods and was racing to catch up with his brothers from the Bound for Hell Motorcycle Club.
Being late for a party was unlike him.

Bound for Hell was a one-percent club. V had been in the club for years and was recently voted in as the new Vice President. His older brother, Thrash, was in the club as well, but was a member of the National Chapter.

As kids growing up, they both had loved riding motorcycles. They would find old bikes and fix them up and just ride, sometimes for days at a time. They met other guys like them who held the same interest and, eventually, Thrash met some bikers from Bound for Hell MC. He’d liked the club and their lifestyle and, one thing led to another, and he patched in, rising fast in the ranks. Among other things, he became known for his style of fixing things and his fighting. In time he became one of their National Sergeant of Arms.

Thrash hooked V up with a brother named Nailz who introduced V to the Central Jersey club. He suggested he 'hang around' and get to know the brothers. V hit it off great with those guys and, the next thing he knew, he was prospecting for them. He did his time until he got patched in.

V was already a half hour late thanks to a girl named Roxy, a club slut whom he made the mistake of getting drunk and
letting her suck his cock.

She had come up to him when he was drinking at the bar with his brothers at the clubhouse. She had rubbed her scantily dressed, nearly naked body against him and stuck the tip of her tongue in his ear, moaning, "I wanna suck your cock, Mr. New VP."

She crushed her tits into him and then glided her tongue down his neck to his collar bone. His dick sprang to life as she stroked it through his jeans. He was horny and very drunk by this time, letting his cock think for him. He hated Roxy but she was offering, so he took what she wanted to give. He wasn't one to turn down a blowjob.

Roxy liked to get loaded and her main goal was to be an old lady to a high ranking biker. Ever since V became the new VP, she was clingy and possessive. He usually tried to avoid club whores like her but they served their purpose and came in handy at times. She was stalking him and V should’ve known her plan and put an end to her coming on to him. Jack Daniels whiskey was going to be the end of him.

She came to him the next day as he was checking his bike and getting ready to go. "Baby! I thought I'd give you some company. I will make it worth your while, if you know what I mean." Roxy was shaking her tits at him. He could see her better in the daylight and her pretty looks were starting to look tired and harsh.

He must have really tied one on last night and was now paying the price. What the hell?
He got his blowjob and had shot his cum all over her face - that was about all Roxy was good for.

Did she now think that she was going with him and was gonna ride bitch on his bike?
No fucking way!
He was drunk last night, but not so drunk he would ask
her.
It was just a blowjob, as far as he was concerned, and she was just a wet mouth to put his cock in. He wasn't looking for an old lady. She knew the game and her part she played in the club; she also knew what kind of man V was. He didn't rub belly buttons twice with any woman and he was going to keep that reputation. It was rare for V to fuck a woman involved with the club, unless he was wasted. If he
did
fuck one, he never touched her again. Club pussy turned him off.

V looked at her and growled, "I
ride alone and I don't recall asking you.
Why would I take a skanky bitch who looks as if she has been ridden hard and put away wet and moldy?"

Roxy's jaw dropped. She looked stunned before she went at him in a rage.

"You motherfucker, V! Find somebody else to suck your cock. I’ll stick to Flop!"

V grabbed her by the hair, spun her around, and put her in a choke hold. He had his arm around her neck, ready to press harder if she attacked him. A bit more pressure and she wouldn't be able to breathe. He held her there like that for a minute while she struggled and then eventually gave up.

"Are you going to calm the fuck down, whore?" V rasped in her ear.

Roxy gave a hasty nod, her eyes wide and terrified.

"Look, all you were good for was sucking my cock. I did you a favor by even letting you suck it. You’re just a whore. You know that, don’t you, Roxy? Tell me you’re a whore." He waited for her answer.

"I'm just a whore. Let me go!" She cried out, clearly scared.

He let go of her and gave her a push back toward the clubhouse.

"Get the fuck out of here. You better show 'cause shower because you still got my cum in your hair."

She stormed off, muttering curses to herself.

While V was brooding, he came upon a curve in a wooded area and, as he was rounding it, he shifted his bike back into fourth gear and hit the throttle. Suddenly, a girl appeared, coming out of the woods on a horse and heading right in front of him.

Holy Shit!

He squeezed hard on the breaks. The bike was going into a skid and, for a moment, he thought he would lose control of it. He just barely got control of his bike and brought it to a stop. 

The horse was spooked, rearing and bucking. The girl was trying to maintain control but having a hard time. V breathed heavily and tried to maintain control of his temper. What the hell was she doing so near the road? They all could have been killed!

Her medium length, wavy blonde hair was whipping all around her as she worked at steadying her horse. The sunshine was making her streaks of golden blonde shimmer, looking ethereal. He wasn't sure how, but she finally was able to calm the horse.

She looked up at V and he saw her face for the first time. He looked into her hazel eyes and saw her beautiful face. It was heart shaped with a small elegant nose and full strawberry-kissed lips. She looked like an angel. His gaze traveled down her body and he noticed she had nice, firm tits, a trim waist, and strong legs. He thought that damn horse was lucky, he could imagine what those legs would be like wrapped around his hips.

The girl was wearing faded blue jeans and her white T-shirt was slightly torn at the neck and shoulder giving him a glimpse of a tattoo on her breast. Was it of a butterfly? He was momentarily stunned as he gazed upon her.

V had to give himself a mental shake to remember what had just happened. His day was not going well so far. He was hung over, had a confrontation with Roxy, and now he had almost ran into a horse. What the fuck next?

The girl was glaring down at him, panting in short breaths which caused her chest to rise and fall. He could tell she was mad as hell, petting the jittery horse's neck, trying to soothe it. Her eyes held sparks of anger as she looked down at him, her stare was serious and hard.

After a moment she turned and headed back toward the woods. As she got to the edge, she stopped and turned around. Then the little bitch shot him the middle finger!  She
nudged her horse and took off into the forest.

He caught himself staring at the spot she’d been at long after she left.
V shook his head in disbelief and had to laugh at her nerve. Then he gunned his bike back onto the road and, before he knew it, he was flying again.

Hell, there was a party to get to with cold beer and loose women. Far be it for him to keep them waiting any longer.

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CHAPTER 2
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Son of a Bitch! Who was that crazy biker?

I pulled my hair into a pony tail and noticed my shirt had ripped at some point.
Fuck, he got a look at my boobs!
Damn bikers! With my luck, he was probably heading over to the Lodge. I started to turn on to a new trail, toward the barn because I needed to change my ripped shirt. Shit! I was going to be late to help Elena with the food for the party.
Screw the shirt!
I continued to the Lodge; I had a tube top on underneath my T-shirt. That would have to work until I could call my best friend, Jo, to bring me some clothes.

Jo was really my only friend too. I had tired of friends that used me to get to my brother. Jack was Beach View’s main drug dealer, among other things. Why my brother had to sell drugs I never understood - my dad spoiled him rotten. Jack had fast cars, a few motorcycles, and boats.

Jack called himself the rose between two thorns; the thorns being our older sister, Shelly, & I. I loved my sister but she was ten years older than me and was trying to break into designing clothes at the moment. She also collected husbands. I didn’t want that for me - when I found ‘the one’ it would be forever.

My daddy always said I’d get a knight in shining armor, but I was giving up. All the boys I knew were assholes. They either wanted to get to me so they could something from Jack or they wanted in my pants. I learned that lesson quickly. So, sex had sucked for me; I didn’t think it was great and I definitely didn't see any fireworks, that was for sure. I was smart about having sex. I wouldn't chance getting pregnant. Thank you very much, mother, for getting me on the pill.

I used to wonder what made that woman tick. My mother was smarter then she got credit for. She called me her wild child because I was nothing like my siblings. I was the different child. The one who did the unexpected and had a temper that drove my family crazy. She knew I wanted to spread my wings and my dad would hold me back. I had planned to become a veterinarian but now the money for school was gone. Or so my father claimed. I just wanted to move out and be my own person. I didn't want to answer to anyone. I was mad as hell at my dad and everyone knew it. How my mother still puts up with him all these years amazes me. The things I dreamed about wouldn't be found in Beach View. I hated that damn town! I didn't like anyone beside Jo and my family. Plus the town didn't seem to like me either. That was fine with me because I was leaving anyway.

I loved being at Sea Woods because there were hardly any people who lived there and I could be at peace. The water and woods were just what I craved. I wanted to be free, safe, and able to be myself. I would be moving there soon enough.

Now that I was of legal age, I owned my grandparent’s farm. They’d chosen me to inherit it because I spent so much time with them. It was rented out which covered the taxes - the rest went into a bank account for me.

I would be calling their lawyer soon. My dad wanted to get his hands on that farm badly but my mother was in agreement with me. I think  it was one of the few things we
did
agree on. She told me to never sell it and to keep it in the family.