Tainted Love(12)

“I gotta go, babe. Hate to leave you like this.” My face dropped for a second before I could collect myself. “No, of course, I’ll go wake up Vicky.”

He paused for a second, his face going serious. “I could take you home, and then I’ll go.”

I laughed, jumping off him, and beginning to collect my things together. And by things, I meant my panties.

“Don’t be stupid, they’re only a few doors down.” After putting my clothes back on, I looked over to him on the bed where he was spread out under the white sheet. “Thanks, though, really.” I was confused as to what I was supposed to say to him.

Should I thank him for accepting my virginity?

Or thank him for accepting my virginity, then fucking my body into oblivion?

I just knew that there would be no other man in my life that would match him. He was too perfect. He laughed while getting up and making his way to me.

“Why are you thanking me Kalie?” he asked while brushing a strand of hair off my face. “For robbing you of you of your virtue?”

“Hardly, I gave it to you on a silver platter.”

I laughed and began making my way to the door until I felt my hand hit the door handle and I turned.

He looked over at me, eyes narrowed and a half smile appeared on his face.

“Bye Kalie.”

I smiled at him. “What’s your real name? Is Ade short for something?”

His eyes darkened for a brief second.

“Aiden,” he replied coldly.

“Okay, bye Aiden,” I said, and before he could protest me using his real name, I shut the door behind me.





Sixteen Years Ago



“Aidan! Get the fuck in here boy,” my pops yelled at me from the bar in the clubhouse. I always hated it when he’d had too much to drink. But when I came here, I knew I always saw Zane and Blake and I looked forward to that fact.

“Yeah?” I asked nervously as I ran into the bar.

My dad was a hard man. He had been known to throw in a beating every now and then.

“Pincher over here seems to think that you couldn’t take Zane down in the ring.” He laughed, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth to light. He had smoked all his fucking life. Why hadn’t one of those cancer sticks killed him already?

“I want you to prove him wrong.”

Pincher looked over to my dad. “I wasn’t meaning to actually put them in the ring. It was just a statement.” My Uncle Pincher and his big mouth—he was harmless, and probably cared more about me than my own father did. I never really bonded with him, I’d never met anyone from his side of the family either, he was like a ghost to me.

My dad laughed while lighting his smoke. “No such thing as a statement, brother. Go wrap yourself up, Son.”

I looked over to Zane and nodded my head. I really didn’t want to fucking do that. We fight, yeah, but not each other.

I hear my Uncle Pincher yell, “He’s just a boy, Frank. They both are.”

Frank, my dad, laughed. “Thirteen’s not a boy, thirteen is basically a man. After he’s done knocking Zane’s block off, he can take Cindy into one of the back rooms. Break him in right.”

I looked over to my Uncle Dave and he smiled. Uncle Dave was the president of Sinful Souls MC and Zane’s dad. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to actually hurt one of us, so I thought that this must be okay.

Walking into the back room I started getting the wraps out when Abby came in with a sad look on her face.

“Don’t be sad, Abby. I won’t hit him too hard.” I winked at her.

She shook her head. “Don’t joke about this, Ade.” She walked up to me, taking the wraps out of my hand as she began to pull them out and wrap them around my wrist. I looked into her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Abby? How’s this any different to the fights we usually have? I love Zane like a brother. There’s no way we could kill each other.” She smirked a little and brought her green eyes up to meet my blue. “I’m not worried about you, bear…” I laughed at her nickname for me in between her pausing, “I’m more concerned about Zane. If you beat him, Uncle Dave will be disappointed. Zane has a lot to live up to in the club.”

I looked at her, pulling my hand out of her grasp. “Are you asking me to throw it in for him?”

She sighs. “Yes, Aidan. Look at the bigger picture here. We all know you can beat him with one punch, but there’s more on the line than pride.” She patted my shoulder. “Please just think about it,” she finishes as she spun around and walked out.

For an eleven-year-old, she sure packed a lot of knowledge. She was street smart, the kind of street smart that only comes to you by living in hell. I ripped off my shirt and warmed up my body. I had always been a buff young fella. When I started walking, Dad had me sparring with him. Continuing out to the ring, I saw Zane standing to the side with a blank look on his face. He knew what my hands could do, he’d seen it firsthand many times. It was at that exact moment that I knew I could not let myself win. Walking up to him and punching fists, I started bouncing around his body, light on my feet.