Biker's Baby Girl

Chapter 3: CREED

I looked at the woman in front of me wordlessly. I hadn't come here for this, not yet, not in front of my babygirl. I'd made a conscious choice a long time ago that none of the darkness of life would ever touch her again. That I would stand between her and whatever came. That's why although I was prepared for war, I'd come here knowing that I wouldn't shed blood in front of her.

In fact I'd come for one thing and one thing only, to take what was mine and get the f**k out. I'd done nothing but think on my way here and I could kick my own ass for leaving things this long. I should've come for her as soon as she was of legal age and f**k society's mores. If I had none of this would've happened.

"Did you know?" I barely kept myself from crossing the room to her, because even as I asked- I already knew. I watched her now as she fidgeted; nothing but nerves. She was about to become the first female I f*****g offed. Hold it, babygirl's upstairs, remember? No bloodshed asshole.

"Know what, what's gotten into you? First you show up out of nowhere and then you ask all these strange questions." I could break this b***h's neck. Not only because she was a f**k up, but because she'd fooled me into thinking that she could be trusted, and by so doing had put my babygirl in danger.

My babygirl f**k! There was a time when that meant something a whole lot different than it does now. Back then it meant pigtails and cotton candy on a bright summer day. Now, now it meant hot nights and sweat.

Yeah, that's what I think about now when I picture her. Under me, with me buried so deep inside her there was no end and no beginning, and the heat of our bodies making us sweat. I shook it off when it was getting to be too much. Now was not the time, but soon.

I moved forward towards my prey, willing myself not to strangle her ass before I got my answers. "Did you f*****g know what he was doing to her?" It was the flinch that gave her away. If she'd looked confused in the least I would've given her a break, but her reaction convinced me that she either knew or suspected, either way she was aware.

"Tell me where the f**k he is or you can get some of what he has coming to him."

"How do you know it's even true? You know she's always making things up to make us look bad."

Hearing her say that in that familiar way, reminded me of every time she'd convinced me of just that s**t in the past. Every time my babygirl would write or call me with a complaint, she'd give me the same half ass excuse. And me being a f*****g hump would always fall for the okey-doke.

Now as I stood there I recalled plenty of things that were warning signs, if only I'd paid attention instead of running. There had been so much that I missed because I was too f*****g lax.

I'd bought this one's bullshit over the years hook line and sinker. What had that done to the young girl up those stairs? What else had she been subjected to, what had she endured because of me?

I felt shame and rage fight each other for dominance within me, as I dealt with my part in this farce. How many times had she cried out to me before I put a wedge between us? A wedge that I thought was needed to protect her from me.

How was I to know that someone else would try to take what's mine, what's always been meant for me? When I thought I was protecting her I was leaving her in harm's way all along. Somebody was gonna pay for that s**t.

"She didn't tell me s**t, it's f**k this s**t o'clock, and I just rode a long way. Now start talking before I break every bone in your body starting with your f*****g back." I was this f*****g close. That haze of rage was threatening to overshadow everything else, even my need to protect my girl from bullshit.

I could see the lies forming in her eyes before she even opened her mouth, and felt sick to my stomach. How many times had I seen that look, how often have I fallen for it? What a f*****g cluster f**k. Later, you can kick your own ass later; right now you have a couple enemies to annihilate.

"Jessie's been acting up a lot lately, you know she's started college these two years past and she thinks she's an adult. Sal and I do everything we can for that girl you know that, but she's a tad headstrong and ungrateful..."

It was the same f*****g spiel I'd heard a thousand times before, only this time I wasn't buying that s**t.

How had she felt all those years when she'd been trying to tell me the s**t that was happening to her and I believed this b***h's word over hers? Granted that s**t was nothing compared to this but still?

Would I have ignored her this time as well, had she tried to tell me? Since it had been a while since she'd even tried. Would I have been able to see the truth? I hope to f**k that I would've.

Or maybe it was because someone I trusted, someone I had served with and who had no reason to make this s**t up, had passed on the news to me this time.

I admit now that in the past I was afraid, afraid to have her too close and that's why I allowed myself to accept this b***h's trumped up excuses. Jessie had never given me reason when we were together, to think of her as a liar. Still when she was young I'd always accept this one's excuses.

She hadn't complained to me in a long f*****g time. It hit me in the gut then. I'd stupidly believed that things had smoothed themselves out. That she'd outgrown her growing pains, which was this b***h's excuse for the young girl's behavior.

Now I see that it was just her way of giving up on me since I was never there for her those times she reached out to me. f**k me! I felt that s**t to my soul before I pulled myself back, reined it in. I'll get to the bottom of my own s**t later, but for now it was time to clean house.

" Do you know it just occurred to me that it's been a while, a very long f*****g time since she's tried to complain to me about anything. I wonder what the f**k else I missed." I slammed my fist down on the table as she scurried away to get out of the line of fire.

Was it because I'd always taken this evil b***h's word over hers? Is that why she'd stopped believing in me? The thought left me cold. What the f**k had I done?

How was I to know that she was lying? I believed her when she said that kids lied to get their way, hadn't I done the same as a youngster?

But it was only now, now that I wasn't blinded by my own bullshit that I could clearly see how I'd wronged her. How I'd made it impossible for her to come to me.

What else had I missed? What other horrors had she endured while I buried my head in the f*****g sand because it served my purpose, kept me out of the loop when I was too chicken s**t to face up to what was?

I'd thought it was the only way to protect her, to keep her safe from my lust. In the end it looks like I'd done more harm than good. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, some way somehow.

"When we leave here, I'm taking her to Doc Stevens. If he finds that she's been messed with in anyway I will light this f**k to the ground with you in it." Like f**k I was taking her to some other f**k to put hands on her, but this lying b***h didn't need to know that.

"He didn't touch her-it didn't get that far...." Her voice trailed off when she realized what she'd given away with her hurried words, but she'd already told me all I needed to know.

The story I'd heard pretty much correlated with what she was saying, but I'd needed to know just how much she knew and how accurate my Intel was. Now I know.

"So you knew, you unconscionable bitch." I was about to snatch the b***h bald when I heard the tires on the gravel outside. My head whipped around in that direction as I scented my prey.

"Run Sa..." She opened her mouth to scream out a warning but my hand around her throat lifting her off the ground cut that s**t off. No I didn't give a f**k that it was female, what the f**k?