Trace

****Welcome to book 10 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 Trace and Fallon's! Trace ‘It was a mistake, Will.’ ‘A mistake is miscounting the money in your wallet and counting more than you actually have. A mistake is breaking something that doesn’t belong to you and trying to conceal it for a while! A mistake isn’t fuckin.g around behind my back! Why, Jordan? Why would you do this to me?’ ‘Because I’m weak...’ That was my excuse the first time I cheated on Willow, the girl I was to marry. Yeah, I know. Me getting married? Stupid fuckin' idea. I cheated, and she found out. It was at the beginning of our relationship, and we weren’t really serious back then. Or so I thought. Willow thought differently. Anyway, she forgave me, and we moved on. What was my excuse for cheating while she was recovering after her attack? I had none to give. I was weak and pathetic, and I have always been a law unto myself. I’m nothing but a bastard, a cunt, and I don’t deserve the love of a good woman. Ha! What the hell am I on about? I love puss.y, all kindsa puss.y. Black, white, Hispanic, I don’t give a shi.t. If it’s wet and willing, I’m all up inside it. Take the three whore.s asleep in my bed here at the clubhouse. Don’t ask me their names, I don’t have a clue. I don’t even give a shi.t. I fucke.d all three of these nameless bitche.s like they’ve never been fucke.d before. I had them screaming my name, screaming for more, cummin' and squirting all over the place. They ain’t really cu.m until they’ve cu.m for me. Trouble is, and I’m even bragging, just stating a fact. Once they’ve cu.m on my command a couple times, they don’t seem to understand it won’t be happening again. One night is all you get with Trace, then I’m done and moving on to the next willing whor.e. You’re wondering why I refer to the women I sleep with as bitche.s and whore.s. Aren’t you? Don’t get me wrong, I respect every female. But a whor.e is a whor.e as much as a bitc.h is a bitc.h. They all know what they’re getting themselves into with me. But call it age or something, I’m starting to wonder what it would be like to have an Old Lady, someone to call mine. Then I fuckin' laugh at myself. Ain't never gonna happen. Who the fuc.k needs a cling-on? It stifled me with Willow, and she wasn’t the kind of girl to be clingy. I am never going there again. Besides, I couldn’t be faithful if my life depended on it. I’m an unashamed serial cheat. That’s not to say I’m not ashamed of how I treated Willow because I am. That beautiful woman didn’t deserve the way I treated her. There’s something wrong with my brain. It’s wired differently. My mother often tells me to grow up, that I will end up a very lonely man if I’m not careful. The trouble is that I believe her. My father has always been hard on me and tells me frequently how badly I disappointed him over Willow. My parents loved Willow and treated her like one of their own. Willow adored them and couldn’t wait to see them each Sunday. I don’t want to be this way, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I had such a good thing with Willow. She was kind, loving, sweet, and everything any man would have been lucky to have. Nothing was ever too much for that girl. She was always there for anyone, especially for me, should they need her. If I was having a bad day, Willow would talk me down. She would lie in bed with me at night, and we’d talk about anything and everything. God, she was always so easy to talk to. She made me laugh all the time, and her smile would light the darkest of nights. So, how could I hurt her the way I did? Because I’m a fuc.k up, that’s why. I did love Willow, but I didn’t love her enough. She deserved better than I gave her, but she should have left me after the first time I cheated. Many think I cheated on Willow all the time. I didn’t. It was once when we first got together, and once after she was recovering. I will regret that night for the rest of my life. But I was going through some shi.t that I couldn’t get out of my head. I took something to lift my mood, and I’m not proud that I did, but a club whor.e came on to me, and we ended up fuckin.g. The worst thing is how Willow caught me but didn’t stop what she was seeing. Hammer certainly didn’t let me off lightly, that’s for sure. I thought he was going to smash my face in! Hammer is a big bastard of a man. Yes, I can take care of myself, but Hammer is not a man you can easily get the better of. I wasn’t even mad at Hammer for what he did because I deserved it. Hell, I deserved much more than a few bruises. Willow forgave me yet again, and I wondered if she had a screw loose. She should have hated me. But instead, she begged her father not to hurt me or throw me out of the club. You would have thought all of that would have been enough for me to change. Wouldn’t you? It should have, but it wasn’t. Who in their right mind would settle for one puss.y when you could have every puss.y within a thirty-mile radius in one night if you wanted it? Nah. Monogamy isn’t for me. I’ll love them and leave them ‘til the day I die. I’ll ride my women like I ride my bike. Fast and hard. And they’ll never forget my name. Trace. Don’t you forget it, either. But I have a feeling you’ll be remembering my name long after my story is through...