Wrench

Welcome to book 8 in the Snakes Henchmen MC series! This book will include subjects that can be upsetting for some, but there will be trigger warnings when and if needed. The book will be free to read, and all I ask in return is that you leave comments :) I hope you enjoy Wrench and Elie's story! Wrench There’s a lot to be said about a man like me. I ride hard, fight hard, and fuc.k harder. I’m a full-patched member of Snakes Henchmen MC Tennessee Charter, and one of the few brothers left who hasn’t lost his damn mind and married his Old Lady. I don’t have one of those. What do I need an Old Lady for? Why would I settle for one puss.y when I can destroy many? My father is also a member of the club. BlackJack. My brothers, Hawk and Stryker, and my cousin, Roman, are all members. All three men have been members a hell of a lot longer than I have. But what the fuc.k does that matter? It doesn’t make me any less of a Snake. My brothers are married with kids. I think they’re crazy, but it was their choice. And I can’t deny that I love Coral and Brooke as if they were my sisters. My brothers did well. Even though I grew up with the club, my mother wanted more for me. Hence, she sent me to school in California to study numbers. Who the fuc.k actually wants to be an accountant? Why did I even let my mother talk me into it? I’m some kind of mathematical genius, so I’ve been told. I enjoyed myself. I had fun with the friends I made there. I’m a guy; we have fun wherever we are, even more so because Ziggy, the President of Snakes Henchmen MC California Charters’ son, was at school with me. However, all the fancy degrees in the world couldn’t change my destiny. I left California early after dropping out of school, and within a month, I was a Prospect for the club my family had devoted their lives to. Of course, my mother was less than pleased. She wanted more than the life of a biker for her youngest son. Mom believed I could be some high-flying businessman, living in a penthouse and making millions. I think she knew deep down that wasn’t me. I could never be that man, not when I was born for this, to ride with the wind in my face and my thighs humming from the buzz of the bike’s engine. There is nothing like the sun beating down on me while I’m riding fast. God, I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitc.h. I have everything I need: my bike, my club, my family, and the luck of the Irish with the ladies. Right now, the gorgeous blonde with the long legs, curvy waist, and perfect t**s, wearing cut-off jeans, a tank top, and little cowgirl boots, walking along Main Street has my dic.k throbbing. Damn! She is fine! Thinking with the part of my body that works to fuc.k me over time and again, I pull my bike over and jump off. I straighten my cut and smirk to myself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful woman. Classically elegant, like a film star of old. Even from this distance, I can see her sun-kissed skin is flawless. She doesn’t look very old. God, let her be of age. I’ve never slept with a woman underage before, and I don’t intend to start now, even for this pretty Princess. She pushes those sunglasses up her nose just as I step in front of her. There’s no way she’s getting past my big body. “Jesus!” She hisses as she slams straight into my chest. Suppressing a chuckle, I hold onto her upper arms. God, she’s beautiful. She might be wearing sunglasses, but I can see just how gorgeous she is and how I’ll get lost in her eyes should she remove them right now. I wish she would. I want to see what color her eyes are. “You okay there, princess?” Ah, fuc.k. Blue eyes. Icy blue eyes! Slipping those glasses off her face and looking up at me with those pale blue eyes has my coc.k straining. I shift my hips slightly to relieve the pressure. “I would be perfectly fine if you hadn’t stepped in my way.” A voice like silk. I have to fuc.k her. I want to make her scream, and I need to have her little puss.y wrapped around my dic.k, and soon. “Are you quite finished gawking? I have places to be.” I grab her arm as she pushes past me. “Not so fast,” Her eyebrow raises sarcastically. “What’s your name?” “Why do you need my name? It’s not like we’re ever going to see each other again.” “Oh, I don’t know.” I smile while letting go of her arm. We’ll see each other again. One taste of her, and I know I’ll be ruined. Can I afford one taste? I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t. “I think we could be good friends.” “Friends?” She mocks while crossing her arms over her rocking body. “Friends.” She repeats, nodding her head. “You think I’m going to let you fuc.k me, don’t you?” I swallow hard. Damn, this girl is quick. She’s not falling at my feet. Women always fall at my feet! Yeah, yeah, I’m cock.y, so fuckin.g what? “Let me give you a little advice...” She leans into me, scanning the name on my patch. I can smell her perfume, flowers, and sunshine. Damn it; I’ve never been this intoxicated by a woman before. “Wrench. You bikers and your silly pirate nicknames.” My eyes widen, no bitc.h disrespects me like that! “Just because you ride a steel horse, look like Zeus, and talk like a man who’s seen the whole world and all it has to offer twice over does not mean every woman will fall at your feet. Not one with a brain, at least.” I gawk at her as she slides her glasses onto her face with a smirk on her lips. “Maybe I’ll see ya round, Wrench.” With that, she walks away from me, leaving me blue-balled and awed all at once. Bitc.h and a half! I like it. I smirk because she’ll be mine one way or another. * * * “Don’t worry, Mom...” “I’m not worried, Wrench.” I chuckle to myself and climb into my car – an old Buick my grandfather gave me to fix-up last year. It was gathering rust in his garage, and he knew I’d been looking for a car, so I’d be able to take my little sister around safely. I pick her up from playgroup sometimes when my parents are at work. Dana is everything to me, and I would literally go to the ends of the earth for that beautiful two-year-old angel. I never thought my mother would have another child after she lost Destiny, the little girl my parents were so desperate for. Mom was told she couldn’t carry any more children, and it hurt me more than I was willing to admit. I struggled with losing Destiny, and I blamed myself for years after. I finally said goodbye to Destiny, only for Dana to come along not long after. I’ve always believed Destiny is the reason we were blessed with Dana, and even though we still, to this day, don’t know how Mom became pregnant with her, we don’t question it. I never believed in God when I was a child, but I became a believer the day my sister was born. Of course, she’s my little shadow and follows me everywhere. Stryker, Hawk, and I are all well over twenty years older than Dana. Hell, Stryker is over thirty years older than Dana; her nephews are older than her. However, it doesn’t bother Dana; she loves everyone she comes into contact with. At the age of two, she knows she wants to be a biker when she grows up. Mom even laughed and said she wouldn’t fight her daughter on it if that’s who she wanted to be. My brothers both have children of their own. I don’t have any, so the bond between Dana and me is remarkable. Yes, I have a fatherly bond with my baby sister, and I would kill for her just as any father would. She isn’t my child, though, and my father likes to remind me daily. Dana is his little girl, and no one is taking that away from him. His bond with my sister is the same bond he has with me. Though I’m no longer the baby, and he has backed off thinking of me as such. Thank God. “I know how well you take care of your sister. I just don’t want to keep taking advantage and asking you to watch her.” My mom is working late tonight, and she’s asked me to take care of Dana until Dad finishes his rounds with the club. I’m at a loose end, so of course, I’m going to take my sister home and feed her. We’re a very close family and would do anything for each other. But my mother still worries that she’s asking too much of her grown sons. “You are not taking advantage. You know I don’t mind, Mom.” “I told Dana this morning that Brooke would collect her, and she burst into tears.” “What the hell was that about?” Mom sighs down the line. “Well, Dana told me that she hadn’t seen her Wrench for two days, and her heart is hurting.” That’s like a punch to the gut. I’ve been working hard the past few days, and I haven’t been able to see my sister. I didn’t know she’d miss me so much. It’s not like I’ve been gone a month. “She asked if you’d collect her because she needs cuddles from her best friend.” I smile at that. “I’m her favorite brother; what can I say?” “Don’t tell Hawk and Stryker, but that’s exactly what Dana told your dad and me last night.” I laugh because I don’t doubt it.