Biker's Virgin

“I just…”

“You weren’t ready to share with me just yet,” Mila replied.

“Exactly.”

“I get it,” she nodded.

“I found out something about my parents,” I admitted. “When I was fifteen.” Mila stayed silent and waited patiently for me to continue my story. “I heard my parents fighting one night, and I started asking questions, and slowly the truth came out… about how my parents had met. It turned out that my mother was seeing another man when she met my father. His name was Godwin.”

“Godwin?” Mila repeated frowning. Then suddenly realization dawned on her face and her mouth shaped into a little ‘o.’ “You mean the Godwin?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Oh my god.”

“They were all really young and things got messy,” I continued. “Long story short… Mom chose my father over Godwin.”

“And that’s the real reason this feud started between the Angels and the Knights?” Mila asked.

“That’s at the root of it, yes,” I nodded. “But there was… an overlap.”

Mila frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I suppose my father always questioned whether… I was his son or not.”

Mila raised her eyebrows. “Oh…”

“At the time… I felt as though he thought I wasn’t,” I admitted. “It felt like he was so hard on me sometimes because he knew I wasn’t his son.”

“Wow…”

“Anyway, I was young and angry and rebellious, and I turned on him. We had a huge fight one day, and I left home in anger. I was too proud to go back immediately, so I tried to figure my shit out first. When I went back home, two years had passed, and I had stopped being a child. But I had to show my father that. I had to prove that to him. I had to earn back my place in the club.”

“Did… did you ever find out…”

“Who my father really is?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“In the end, it didn’t matter,” I admitted. “My dad was the man who had raised me. My dad was the one who had taught me and protected me and advised me through my formative years. It didn’t matter who my real father was because I knew who my dad was. In the end, we both knew that, and it was enough.”

Mila smiled softly at me. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I shrugged, trying to brush off the tender moment. “I just felt bad lying to you after I’d promised you an honest answer.”

She seemed to understand what I was trying to do because her expression didn’t change. She grew very quiet for a moment, and I saw her eyes cloud over. Then she looked at me and took a deep breath. “I’m a virgin,” she revealed.

I had not expected that, and I could only stare at her for a moment. “I… what?”

“I’m a virgin,” Mila said again.

“Is that why you freaked out on me that day in the ring?” I asked as all the dots connected.

“Yes,” Mila nodded.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“The night that Walter attacked me, he wanted to have sex, and I kept putting it off because the idea of having sex with him terrified me. When I finally said no, he completely lost it and went for my throat. He was also half drunk… but he was usually half drunk.”