VJ

****Welcome to book 11 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 VJ's story! VJ “Try and keep your nose clean this time, Jackson. I’d hate to see you back here. Not that I believe, for one second, you won’t be back.” “We’ll see. Now, why don’t you be a good little warden, and go fuc.k yourself.” Fuckin.g jerkoff warden. I don’t know who the fuc.k he thinks he is to look down his nose at me. We might have been on the opposite side of the bars, but this cunt need not make out like he’s a law-abiding man, because the cunt is anything but, trust me. The things I know about this asshole could land him in the cell; I just walked out of if he’s not careful. I’d love nothing more than to tear him apart for the cunt he is. Sadly, I can’t do that here. Trust me, I have no qualms about it, but I’m being released from this dumb, and I don’t want to land right back where I started. No yet, anyway. “That cock.y attitude will get you nowhere, Jackson.” I lean into him with a smirk on my face. “You should be nicer to me, warden. Don’t forget; I know secrets about you. You wouldn’t want to become an inmate. Now, would you?” He grits his teeth, and I laugh in his face. Piece of shi.t will get what’s coming to him one way or another. I turn away from the warden and take my belongings from the guard behind the little desk in front of me. Feels damn good to pull on my jeans and my T-shirt, which feels a little snug. All the exercise has bulked me up even more. There’s not much else to do in prison but work out, watch your back, and never let any fucke.r think they can get the better of you. I’m smarter than people give me credit for. I know what I’m doing and how to intimidate lesser men. I learned a lot about fighting from Draven Vidal, and the intimidation came naturally. It doesn’t mean there aren’t people out there who would literally stab you in the back if you don’t watch it. There are plenty of people who would love nothing more than to put me in a shallow grave. Like I give a fuc.k! My boots are next to be pulled on; then with a fuckin.g smile, I pull on my cut. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed wearing this slip of leather. I roll my fingertip over the patch with my name. VJ. It’s good to be fuckin.g free. I grab my wallet and keys and stuff them in my pockets, giving the guard a dirty look and a smirk before turning and following another guard out the door. I am beyond ready to get the fuc.k out of here. “Be seein’ ya soon, Jackson.” The cunt is trying to get a rise out of me. But he’ll be bitterly disappointed. I know when to let the beast out and when to lock him away. “Not if I see you first.” My sweet tone isn’t what he was expecting, nor is the toothy smile on my face. He scowls, eye twitching the lot — fuckin.g stupid dic.k. The guard at the door, a big fat guy, tall as shi.t, finally opens it, and I step out, making my way to the gate leading to the outside and freedom. I haven’t breathed in much yet; I’ll keep that for when I’m out there. The guy on the gate tips his head, and I ignore him. I don’t need any fuckin.g guards trying to be friendly with me. As soon as I’m on the outside and the gate slams behind me with a resounding clang, I breathe in the fresh air so deep in my lungs that I feel like I’m suffocating for a second. God, it feels so fuckin.g good to breathe in the fresh air as a free man. Eighteen months in prison is too damn long. Not as long as most, but long enough for me to lose far too fuckin.g much in my life. I’m not going home yet, however. It’s been a long eighteen months without puss.y, and for a man like me, that’s a damn lifetime! The bar is my best friend tonight. I don’t give a damn about anything else. My dad thinks I’m being released tomorrow. Yeah, it was wrong of me to tell him that, but I’m not ready to face anyone just yet. I can’t deal with family right now. They’ll try and fuss around me, and that will cause me to snap. I don’t do all the mushy shi.t. It doesn’t take me long to jump the greyhound back to Bardsville. An hour later, I’m in my house taking a shower. It feels good to shower in my own home without thirty other guys watching. I’m not ashamed of my body; I’m a big guy everywhere. But it doesn’t mean it’s any fun to never have any privacy. Plus, there was always the chance someone could try something. I have nothing about gay men, but I’m not that way inclined. It doesn’t stop some people from thinking they can take what they want. It also didn’t stop me from smashing their faces in! Then, there was the possibility of being attacked in the showers. If I had a dollar for how many times that happened – well, I’d have a lot of money. I stand under the spray for ages, scrubbing away the smell of prison until the water runs cold. Fuckin.g prison. A man like me probably belongs there; it would save many people a lot of pain in the future. I might be free now, but the damn smell of the place will stay with me always. Shi.t, sweat, fear, and death it was all around me for months on end. All of those things are normal in my world, but the stench of it was far worse in a place I couldn’t escape from. Freedom and puss.y... Lots of puss.y will soon sort me out. I’m a man’s man. I love women of all ages, sizes, and colors. I never promise them more than one night, I’m not a complete bastard. They know what they’re getting with me, and that’s not a relationship of any kind. I’m not that man. They need to stay away from me if that’s what they want. Simple. More than one night with me will only be their worst nightmare come to life. I can tell my mother has been coming by because the place is spotless. Luckily for me, I own this little house. I bought it outright when I’d just turned twenty. I got it at a knockdown price at auction. The place needed fixing up, which I mainly did myself because I’m handy like that. How did I manage to afford this house on my own? I made a lot of money since joining the Snakes, and I made even more with my little side projects. Not that anyone knows about them; they’ll never know. I learned a lot from my sister Nova, more than she realizes. All my clothes have been laundered. Thanks, Mom. I pull on fresh jeans, a black t-shirt, and motorcycle boots and debate whether or not to wear my cut tonight. It’s been too fuckin.g long without it. I’ve worn one cut or another throughout my entire life. Homemade mostly until the day I got my official Snakes cut. A biker is what I always wanted to be. My father was once the President of Snakes Henchmen MC. I grew up looking up to him. A smart, strong, powerful man who was, is my hero. I heard he gave his President’s patch to my older brother, Jett, a week ago. I might not have kept in touch much with anyone while I’ve been in prison, but it’s not hard to find things out when you want to, particularly when you have Mafia ties. The Snakes are a huge family, and I’m lucky to be part of it. My brother is the Prez; one brother-in-law is the VP, and the other Sergeant-At-Arm’s. Most of us in the MC are linked in one way or another. My family. I should want to be with them, but I won’t be seeing them tonight. I won’t be seeing my parents or siblings either. Most freshly released from prison would go straight home to see their family. After spending so much time away and refusing every attempt they made to visit, I should be desperate to see them all. I’m not. I’m never desperate to see anyone. I just need this night for myself. I need to rid myself of these damn blue balls. I also need to forget the hell of the last eighteen months.