Biker's Baby Girl

I made quick work of picking the lock and eased my way in, heading straight for their room. It registered that I’d never really paid much attention to the place before, but at least I knew the layout.

It was easy enough to see his lump under the covers in the moonlight. I made my way to his side of the bed and just stood over him, letting the hate fester. The pig was snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors so I was pretty sure if he stopped she’d notice.

Fine! I moved over to her and wrapped my hand around her neck and one over her mouth. She startled awake but I was prepared. “You got off easy.” I put her to sleep and went back around to him.

“Wake up asshole.” I punched him in the face to get his attention. He jumped up screaming about his face and I pulled him around by his ponytail.

“You jacked off on her you sick fuck?” I reached down between his legs and found his dick through his pajamas. You ever heard a hog squeal when it’s being stuck with a knife? That’s the sound he made when I twisted his shit until it was left hanging. He blacked out from the pain but I wasn’t done yet.

I went to work on his ass, not enough to kill, but enough that he’d remember me everyday for the rest of his life. I stopped short of cutting his dick off and stuffing it in her fucking mouth, which was my first choice. It was enough to know that he wouldn’t be getting any use out of the shit ever again in this lifetime.

When I was done with him I went over to her next. It wasn’t my style to lay hands on a female, but I stood over her prone form for the longest three minutes of my life thinking of ways to make her pay.

I recalled every word Jessie had said to me in that dark room earlier. All the times this bitch had put her down or belittled her. She may not have put it together yet; she was too innocent by far so her mind didn’t work that way. Me on the other hand, I knew exactly what was going on with this bitch.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen and straight to the butcher block before retracing my steps. Up in their room I picked her head up off the pillow and jacked into her hair with the knife in my hand. When I was done she barely had enough fuzz on her head to escape being bald.

Next I went through the house looking for anything that could be of use to babygirl, like mementos of her mom or some shit. There was nothing of her anywhere downstairs. How had I missed that shit before? Always too focused on her back then I guess.

Upstairs her room was a stark four walls. Looked like something you’d find in a convent. Nothing of the things I’d worked hard to provide her with was here. It made me pissed the fuck all over and it was only because she needed me that I didn’t give free reign to the anger that coursed through my veins.

I was tempted to light the shit after I packed up what little she’d left behind. I left all the second hand shit the bitch had bought and headed out. They may or may not call the cops but I wasn’t too worried. If he did, then he’d have to explain why I’d rung his dick off at the root.

I was sure I would be seeing him again, the crew he ran with was known for their retaliations, not that I give a fuck; I relish the chance to end his ass, but on my terms and not with her caught in the middle.

I gave the place one last look, bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t end it all right here and now, but their day will come. I’ll see to it.

***

I made good time getting back to her and found her still asleep all curled up like an innocent. I’d never seen her like this before, and I took the time to really study her without interruption.

Her face was soft in sleep, her dark tendrils framing her beauty in the stark waning moonlight that came through the window. “So gorgeous babygirl.” I whispered the words in the dark as I sucked her in.

My heart literally moved in my chest at her incomparable beauty. Could this really be all mine? Could I really have lucked out after a lifetime of nothing?

When I look back on my fucked up beginnings I don’t see this, how could I? Born in less than stellar surroundings, to a woman that could barely take care of herself because of the ounce a day habit that she had to sell her body to afford. And most likely to one of the men she’d sold herself to, I never stood a chance.