I may not know Ashley but I know of her. She got kicked outta her old school for fightin’ but I don’t know what she was fightin’ over. Considerin’ the way she just handed me my ass, it could have been over anythin’. She also comes from a long line of stuck up rich people. I’m pretty sure her daddy owned half the Dallas area. Ashley just shines like a rich person. Her clothes may not be flashy or in your face but they are designer and I’m sure she paid a mint for ‘em.
By the time I make it to the parkin’ lot of the school, my dick has gone back down to normal. Thank fuckin’ God. That was absolutely painful. But then again, it’s the best kind of pain. This is what I enjoy the most about women. Whether they know it or not, they want you to chase them and I plan on chasin’ Ashley. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life.
I pause by a classic car sittin’ a few rows down from my bike. While the vintage Camaro looks familiar I can’t place where I’ve seen it before. But boy is she a beauty. Probably belongs to some little punk who inherited it from his daddy.
Little does the punk know, I plan on takin’ it off his hands.
“What do you think Pop would give me for poppin’ that ride?” I discreetly point at the black shiny machine I want to call my own.
Ryan stands by his Harley, casually leanin’ on the seat. He slowly lifts the corners of his mouth into a crazy grin. “A lot. You don’t see a lot of the Camaro’s around, the vintage ones anyway. Most of these white boy pricks want ‘stang’s or GTO’s. Pop would give you a mint for that black beauty.”
I grin like an idiot. Whether I want the car for my own or not, I gotta help take care of the club. That means I have to prospect into the club first and Pops has been sendin’ me out to pop some cars. I don’t generally like it but I don’t mess with family cars. I take rich cars that belong to rich assholes. I know those clowns have the insurance to replace their stolen vehicles. I don’t even feel bad about it most of the time.
Okay, I never feel bad about it.
I look up to see Lola Montez standin’ by her little white Corolla. Her chocolate brown eyes stay locked on Ryan but he ignores her. I roll my eyes at him. If I had a hot piece of ass like her after me, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second to hit it. That girl has curves in all the right places, plus the attitude of a hellcat. She’d be killer in bed, probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a week after fuckin’ her. Strangely, the thought doesn’t even get a response outta my dick.
The little latina girl flips her dark brown hair over her shoulder and cocks a hip out. A preppy white boy stands a few feet away checkin’ her out. I notice Ryan’s hand fists by his leg and I choke back a laugh.
I don’t know why little brother wants her to think he’s not into her. That goes into things I don’t want to think about. With Ryan, I’ll never understand why he does the things he does. He was raised different than me. His momma is a complete and total crazy psycho bitch. I still remember the day Pop brought Ryan to live with us; my little brother still had cigarette burns fresh and bleeding along his chest.
I close my eyes at the memories and grit my teeth. That bitch better be thankful Ryan didn’t want her dead. If he hadn’t said the word to stop Pop, Pop would have sent in a sweet butt to kill the bitch. You don’t mess with anyone in the club and that includes the kids.
“Let’s get home, Romeo. Don’t need you beatin’ the shit outta that kid. Pop would blow a gasket if you got suspended again,” I tell him mockin’ly.
Ryan reaches over and punches me hard in the arm. “Shut the fuck up.”
My only response is to laugh my ass off.
Two
Ashley
When I got home from school that day, I had my first letter from Victor. I ran up to my room to read it before I did anything else.
Ashes,
With this letter, I bring the dust of Iraq to you. Talon says Hi and that he misses you. We both know that is a lie because he has me all to himself. I just wanted to say that I love and miss you…so much. I think about you all the time and I hope you’re doing okay without me. I know you are, but hoping is a good thing. Like I hope you aren’t getting into any fights, though that shouldn’t be a problem because no girls are hitting on me over here. The one important thing I wanted to write was to tell you to get out. I know we stayed cooped up in our own world for as long as we can remember. Go out and make friends. Go out and get drunk. You don’t need me for any of those things. Just remember to bring mace in case some drunk asshole doesn’t understand the word no. Go to the movies. Go to the beach by yourself. Do things you never got to do because you were hanging out with Talon and me.