Nina Levine - Storm

“No, and I don’t want to hear your opinion on it.  Or Scott’s.”  Her eyes pierced me with defiance, and I knew there was no point arguing with her.  Sharon Cole was not a woman who listened to other’s opinions.  And I think I just figured out why she was such a tough, strong woman.  My father had made her that way.

Jason

It had been three weeks since Madison had discovered her father was a lying, cheating piece of shit.  I had watched her struggle with this, and the fact that her mother was staying with him.  I had also watched her begin to deal with it.  And I couldn’t have been fucking happier about how she was doing that.

My girl kicked ass.

It’s a tough fucking pill to swallow when you realise the father you adore isn’t perfect after all.  I know, because I’ve been there.  That knowledge takes a piece of your heart with it, and you can’t get it back.  Ever.

We had spent the last three weeks laying low, doing our own thing, away from the club as much as possible.  I turned up every day for work, but I stayed out of Marcus’s way.  I would have probably knocked the fucker out if I’d run into him.  Madison hadn’t seen or spoken to any of her family in the last three weeks.  I think she needed time to work through it all in her head.

The one thing she hadn’t done was turn to alcohol.  Sure, she hit as many AA meetings as she could, but mainly, she turned to me.  And that was just how I fucking liked it.

We were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning in bed when she stole my heart all over again. “I can’t imagine my life without you, J.  Those years we spent apart were some of the hardest years of my life, but I think we needed them.  They gave me time to grow up, and become me.  And this me is so much better than the old me.  This me is in your corner all the way, baby, and won’t leave you ever again.”

I rolled so that I was on top of her, and pinned her arms above her head, holding them there with one hand, while I moved my other hand to her breast.  I dipped my mouth to hers, and took the kiss I desperately fucking needed.

Coming up for air, I grinned at her, “God, I fucking love you, woman.”

“I love you too, baby.  But can you let my hands go?  I need to touch you.”

“Wasn’t in my plans, sweetheart, but perhaps you can convince me with your dirty fucking words.”

She lifted her head off the bed to bring her mouth to my ear.  As she spoke, her warm breath sent desire straight to my dick, and I was a fucking goner.  I didn’t even pay attention to her words; she could have whatever the fuck she wanted.

I let her hands go, and she pressed them both to my chest and pushed me so that I rolled onto my back.  The smile playing on her lips was delicious, inviting; I couldn’t wait to see what she had planned for those lips.

She straddled me, her wet pussy teasing my cock as she slowly ground herself against me.  Oh, she was a fucking expert at this tease.  She rested her palms against my chest and bent forward to trail kisses up my stomach, to my chest.  When she reached my nipples she took one in her mouth and slowly sucked it, and then did the same to the other.  Her warm, wet tongue was heaven, and my cock screamed out for it too.

“Baby, I want you to suck my cock,” I said, huskily.

She lifted her head, and met my eyes.  Her mouth spread back into that delicious smile.  Yeah, my girl loved my cock.  And she was straight fucking on it.  Her lips wrapped around me and she sucked me in as far as she could take me, her tongue gliding along my shaft as she went.  She continued to suck, as her hands massaged my balls.  I lifted my hips off the bed, and she moaned as I tried to push my cock even further into her mouth.  Madison was skilled at sex, but her talents with her tongue and mouth were by far her best.  And I couldn’t fucking get enough.

Just as I felt like I was going to explode, she stopped what she was doing and moved quickly to position my dick at her pussy.  I pushed my hips off the bed again, and slammed into her.  We both cried out at the same time, and the primal need to be on top of her took over.  I flipped us and continued to thrust into her.  Her legs and arms wrapped around me, and she held on while I fucked her.

Our lovemaking may have been wild and frenzied, but it was full of love and passion.  Some people showed their love with gentle and tender moments; Madison and I only knew one speed in everything we did in life.  And doing it all together, we fit together perfectly in our imperfect love.

* * *

Madison

I squealed in delight.  “So, you’re definitely coming this weekend?”

Serena giggled on the other end of the phone.  “Yes, chica. This weekend.  It’s a date.”

Finally!  She was finally able to visit after not being able to make it since I had moved back.  I had missed her so much, and I could hardly contain my happiness.  We finished our conversation, and I smiled to myself.  I was giddy, and I didn’t do giddy.  But J, and Serena had turned me today.

He and I had just had amazing sex.  God, I loved his cock.  And, yeah that made me feel giddy all over again.  Fuck, I needed to rein this shit in.  I heard him turn off the shower, so I headed towards the bedroom.  I needed to lay my greedy eyes on his body again.

As I walked past the spare bedroom I noticed the curtain blowing in the wind.  Strange.  We never opened that window.  I went in and shut it.  J must have opened it for some reason.  Having dealt with the window, my mind wandered back to J.  I was so in love with that man.  Unconditionally.  And it felt amazing.

I hit the bedroom, and came to an abrupt and chilling stop.  Mandy was in the bedroom with a gun trained on J.  My heart started beating hard and fast.  My mouth went dry, and my legs felt weak.

Fuck!

She was ranting crap at him.  I could hardly make out her words; she was in a crazy state.  Oh my god, our lives were in her psychotic hands.

As soon as she saw me, she turned and pointed the gun at me.

“You’re gonna die, bitch!” she screamed at me.

“Let J go, and I’m all yours,” I said.  I needed to know he would be safe; I couldn’t bear to think he would die because of me.

“Madi - ” he started to say, but she cut him off.

Swinging to look at him, she yelled, “Shut the fuck up!” and then she swung back to me, her gun slashing through the air every time she moved, “And, no, he’s not fucking leaving!”

“Okay.  Mandy - ” I began, and now she cut me off.  Turns out the bitch wasn’t interested in anything we had to say.

“You fucking took my brother away from me,” she jabbed the gun in my direction, and I prayed it didn’t go off, while mentally filing through options to get us out of this shit.  “He loved you, and you broke his fucking heart.”

What the fuck?  Nix didn’t love anyone.  He just liked to control them.

Suddenly there was another presence in the room.  I looked around, and came face to face with the spitting image of my father.

Blade.

The air whooshed out of my lungs, and I felt unstable.  This was not how I pictured meeting him for the first time.  He must have noticed because he reached out to steady me.

His eyes left mine, and focused on Mandy.  “You need to put the fucking gun down, and step over here,” he spoke, his voice cold and harsh.

It was like he had a hypnotic effect on her, because she instantly calmed down, and I saw doubt shadow her face.  Her hand that was holding her gun began to lower.  Just when I thought we had her, J lunged at her, and she turned to him.  Time slowed right down for the next few seconds.  It was one of those instances where you know what is going to happen, and although you need to stop it, there just isn’t time.

The gun went off, and J dropped to the ground, blood everywhere.

“No!” I screamed, and fell to my knees, scrambling to get to him.

Blade tackled Mandy, and another gunshot sounded.  I had no idea who shot who, or what happened; I was totally focused on J and the blood that was soaking through his shirt.

Time passed in a blur.

Sirens sounded.

People came into the room, and took J away.

My father turned up.

Scott arrived.

People spoke to me.

I don’t remember any of it.

J was gone.

Madison

Four months later

“So, sis, tell me who all these people are,” Blade said, as he handed me a barbequed sausage on bread.

I angled my head to look at him.  He was a tall guy, and well built.  His eyes were the same colour as our fathers; a gorgeous green.  He had also inherited the olive skin and dark hair that my father had.  I hadn’t met his mother, and I wondered what he had been blessed with from her.

We had been spending time getting to know each other since J and Mandy were shot.  I hadn’t wanted to, but he had pushed the point.  And Blade wasn’t a man who didn’t get his way.  I was slowly learning that.  Why did I have to be surrounded by men like that?  Why couldn’t I have just one man in my life that I could boss around?

I pointed out a couple of the guys and told him a little about each one.  He surprised me with his desire to know me, and to be a part of my life.  Scott was distant to him, and Blade didn’t try to force a relationship there.  Perhaps it would come one day.  Who fucking knew what was in store for any of us?  That was something I had really learnt this year.

“You okay?  Coping with today, without him here?” he asked, watching me intently.

“I’ll be okay.  Don’t worry about me,” I said.

He slowly nodded his head, still watching me, taking it all in.  He was an intense man; sometimes I didn’t know what to make of it.

“Honey, can you help me with the soft drinks for the kids?” my mother called.

I nodded.  “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute.”

Today was a club family barbeque.  Storm had been through a lot this year, and this was a get together to help bring everyone back together; to help the healing process and strengthen club ties.  The fallout from what I liked to call the ‘Mandy Incident’ was bad.  A lot of the boys hadn’t supported Dad and Scott in their desire to back off on her, and there was some lingering resentment from that.  It turned out that J wasn’t the only one who had wanted her dealt with.

Time was slowly healing the wounds, and I had no doubt that the boys would work it out eventually.  What I had had some doubt about was letting Blade into the fold.  He had been spending time at the clubhouse, meeting some of the boys.  I hadn’t been so sure they would welcome him, but they had.  Blade just seemed to have that effect on you.

I left him and wandered into the kitchen to find my Mum.  She seemed to be doing okay these days.  She and Dad were working on their marriage.  Well, I took her word for it because I hadn’t spent time with them together since discovering his infidelity and tendency to hit her.  I hadn’t spent any time at all with my father, and I wasn’t sure when I would be able to bring myself to do that.  I didn’t hate him, but I was still really angry at him.  And I was pretty sure that would take a long time to go away.

“Hey, Mum,” I smiled at her, as I entered the kitchen.

She looked up, and smiled back.  “Hey, honey.  Are you having a nice time today?”

I nodded.  “I miss him, though,” I almost whispered, tears threatening my eyes.

“I know, sweetheart.  But he wouldn’t want you to be sad that he’s not here.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “You’re right.  Come on; let’s get these drinks to the kids.”  I needed to busy myself, and keep my mind occupied.  Otherwise, I would be thinking of J the whole time.  Missing him.

We grabbed the large esky that was full of drinks and carried it outside to the sheltered area where the kids were set up with party food.

A hush fell over the party, and all eyes were on me.  I looked at my Mum, but she was just smiling at me.

And then, I saw him.  My face lit up, and my heart started beating faster in excitement.

J.

I ran to him, and he caught me in a huge hug.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you,” he breathed into my ear.

“I’ve missed you too, so much.  I’m never letting my father send you on a trip ever fucking again.  Okay?”

After J had recovered from being shot, he had confronted my father over the whole ‘Mandy Incident’, and it had ended with them having a huge punch up.  And when I say huge, I mean fucking gigantic.  I’d never seen anyone take on my father like that before.  They had both ended up with broken bones; it hadn’t been pretty.  Dad was so angry at J afterwards that he had sent him on a two month road trip to sort out club stuff that needed sorting out.  Really, I had no idea what club stuff needed sorting out, but J had gone and done his time.  I think it was some sort of club bullshit where you just have to do what the President tells you to do.