Biker's Baby Girl

I wasn’t blind to the fact that in the last couple of days there’d been a kind of pattern forming between us. She’s been running circles around my ass since I got her home.

I think I was overcompensating for the shit her bitch of an aunt had put her through by letting her do whatever the fuck she wanted, but I also knew that shit could be dangerous in more ways than one.

“No baby you’re not getting on there.” Now this fair is about as old as Methuselah’s nuts give or take a couple years. I brought her for the sights and sounds but there was never any intent to let her get on the fucks.

Now she was dragging me off to what they call a rollercoaster. I could see from the ground that the tracks were missing a few slats and shit and the fuck sounded like a bucket of bolts that was about to fall the fuck apart. I don’t know if it was the sugar, the sun, the atmosphere or what the fuck, but my girl kinda lost her damn mind.

“Fine I’ll just go by myself then.” That cute pout wasn’t so cute any more, especially not when the five nosy fucks that were on me like Wolverine on Sabretooth’s ass were all fucking ears. I tried glaring the fucks away but they didn’t even bat a lash.

They were bent out of shape because I’d had to share a little of what was going on with them and then leashed them. Not necessarily what had prompted me to get her a few days early, but the fact that Sal’s people might be seeking retribution at some point.

They seem to forget that I had served in some of the world’s shittiest hellholes for the better part of my life, but then again according to Max, my sharpshooting skills didn’t mean fuck up close and personal.

If I didn’t know better I’d think he was calling me a punk but I let that shit slide because my mind was on the pussy. I could deal with his insubordinate ass later. But this shit was a fucking no-no.

“Jessica, come here to me.” She’d started to flounce off in the direction of the death trap that if the fucker in charge let her get on I was gonna shoot. My tone didn’t alert her but my boys got restless. Their old women were old hands at this shit and were off doing their thing. They’d wanted to take her exploring with them but no.

When she was standing in front of me looking up at me with her stubborn little ass I took my time and tried to remember that she was enjoying her first taste of freedom.

“One, don’t ever walk away from me when I’m talking to you, and two, if I say no, then it’s no. There’s no debating, no arguing, you tow the line. It can mean the difference between life and death, you understand me?”

She didn’t look like she understood shit and I wondered why the fuck she had to save this shit for me. “Why can’t I go? The others are going.” She turned to look at the other women as they lined up. I glared at my boys who were too fucking pussy whipped to deny their women anything.

The fuckers shrugged their shoulders and pretended interest in one of the brain dead games they had here where you had to throw a ring around a bottle to win a prize. The fuck.

“Why don’t I win you a bear baby wouldn’t you like that?” she shook her head at me looking like twelve with big open eyes and a pout. Fuck this shit. I heard the snickers when I took her hand and went to join the line to get the damn tickets for the fuckery.

“Go on ahead babe I’m right behind you.” I waited until she took her happy ass on ahead in the line looking like she’d won the lottery or some fuck. How can I deny her that kind of joy?

“Hey you, asshole, if anything happens to her on here I will skin you alive in front of all these people and feed your ass to that bear you got over there doing fucking tricks.” The fucker looked at the contraption that he knew was a fucking danger waiting to happen and back at me with his Adam’s’ apple working overtime.

“Sir, uh, maybe you shouldn’t…”

“Listen you fuck if you didn’t want people getting on the shit then it should be closed. Now she wants on there and it appears what she wants she fucking gets. If she gets so much as a fucking splinter it’s your ass.”

I walked off and left him to ponder that shit and if he valued his life he’d make sure this piece a shit didn’t so much as lurch. I raised a finger in the air at the disrespectful laughter that followed me as I climbed on the shit next to her. I’m gonna have to have a serious talk with her about her stubborn streak.