Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance -Olivia Jones,
Chapter One
Caleb
The sun shined brightly on the day of the Sacks County Annual Picnic. The Black Widow MC was out in full force to support the community. It was a tradition for us to donate a sizable contribution and cook the food every year. The Black Widows sometimes got a bad rap for being murderers and thieves and this was the one time of the year we could talk with people face-to-face and change their perceptions.
Big Mike was on the grill cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. He was a fucking giant man and the Sgt-at-Arms in the club. If we ever needed to get out of a sticky situation, Big Mike was ready and willing with no questions asked. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was extremely effective at his job.
“You're going to burn those patties if you don't flip them,” I told him, patting him on the back.
Big Mike turned towards me and showed off his brand new apron that said: Grillmaster. “Don't mess with the Grillmaster.”
I put my hands up to surrender. “By all means, Grillmaster, carry on.”
A light blue Frisbee came spiraling out of nowhere and I barely ducked out of the way. A bunch of kids came running over and froze in their tracks when they saw my leather cut and menacing Black Widow spider on the back.
I smiled and picked up the Frisbee. “Go long,” I announced, throwing the disc as far as I could.
“Thank you,” the children screamed in unison, running away. The town was afraid of us and we needed to fix that. The Black Widow MC didn't hurt innocents. We kept the streets clean of rapists and pedophiles—we did the dirty work that Sheriff Mendoza couldn't do.
I walked over to Tanner and Grace sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass. The scene was right out of a movie. “You two look like a lovely couple,” I said.
Tanner grinned and stood up to embrace me. “How's it going, Veep?”
Grace strained to stand and I stopped her, helping her back to the ground. “No no, lady. You stay off your feet.”
Grace waved my hand away and stood up, holding her swelling belly. “I don't need your help yet, Caleb. Another few months and you guys might need a crane to carry me to the hospital.”
“Thought of a name yet?” I asked.
Grace looked at Tanner and smiled. It was clear she loved him dearly. “We were thinking of Isaac.”
My heart warmed at the name and my eyes began to water. Isaac was the MC Treasurer until he was tragically gunned down last year. I watched him die in Tanner's arms. It was a hard time for the MC but things were beginning to look better. “I think that name would be perfect,” I replied, taking Grace's hands. “Congratulations and Tanner, don't fuck this up.”
Tanner narrowed his eyes at me and laughed. “You don't have to worry Caleb, Grace will kill me if I mess this up.”
Grace threw a glance at Tanner and ran her finger across her throat.
I left them laughing and wondered how Tanner could ever be happy in a relationship. Like most of the other MC members, our relationships were limited to one-night stands and prostitution. I fucked a different girl every night. Fuck and Forget—that was the MC motto. Tanner should have remembered that.
I stopped under the shade of trees and rested against the trunk. Big Mike was serving food to a long line of hungry people. Slade was hitting on a set of blonde twins with big fake tits next to the playground. His long dark hair made him look like he was from a 80's Metal band but the chicks loved it.
“Nice day out, eh, Caleb?” I turned around to find Mason approaching me. The gray in his hair was more and more evident as time passed. Mason was like a father to us all and I'd follow him to the depths of hell if he asked me to.
I looked over at the same kids throwing the Frisbee around. “Remember those carefree days, Prez?”
Mason leaned against the tree trunk with me and watched the kids scream and run around. “When I was a kid, my father put me to work everyday at the construction site. I don't think I've ever experienced a carefree day. That's actually why I need to talk to you.”
I shifted towards him and tuned out all the other noise. “What's up, Mason?”
The wrinkles on his face showed off his age. Mason had seen a lot as President of the Black Widow MC. As Vice-President, it was my duty to second-guess him and offer alternative solutions. But that didn't happen often with Mason. He always made the right decision.
Mason stared off into the distance. “I've been doing this a long time, Caleb. Way too long. I started the Black Widow MC with my friends to escape my father. Now all those friends are either dead or moved on. I'm the only one left of the originals.”