“How do you know where I live?” I ask him when he takes all the right turns to my place.
“Police station,” is all he says. I huff and lean back in the seat until the apartment comes into view.
“Your mom do that to your face?” he finally asks, putting the truck into park.
“You should see hers,” I tell him. He chuckles before looking over at me.
“You should ice that. It’s pretty swollen.” I shrug.
“Don’t care. I’ve had worse,” I say before jumping out of the truck. The thought of running into the apartment and locking the door has occurred to me. How would he get in? He wouldn’t be able to.
“Lock it and I’ll break it down,” he says as if he can read my mind.
What the hell? I flip him off and shove through the door. Grabbing my duffle bag from the front closet, I start gathering what I need. Gauge saunters in and looks disgusted with what he sees. I almost laugh in his face considering I used to live in the clubhouse.
“You have a problem?” I snap when I’ve had enough of his looks.
“No. I know what trash prefers to live like.”
“What the fuck? Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know me!”
“Maybe not but I know your dad. You think he’d approve of this?” he says motioning to the mess of our lives.
“You live at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Then you know what trash is, sweetheart. I lived there when I was little and I’m sure things haven’t changed.” Stuffing more clothes in my bag, I head into the bathroom and sigh. Thank God they didn’t find my stash when the cops were running through this place. I grab the loose tile on the floor and pull it to the side, careful not to make any noise. I don’t need my new bodyguard to hear me and give me any more shit. Slipping the small bag into my big one, I replace the tile and stand.
“Things have changed. Your dad has changed. You should give him a chance.”
I roll my eyes and move around the room looking for anything else that I might want to take.
“He would never change. Are you going to tell me that he loves me and that all he wants is what’s best for me too? He never gave a damn about me, Greg.”
“Gauge.”
“What?”
“My name is Gauge, not Greg. Don’t confuse me with your pimp.” He has some fucking nerve. This son of a bitch.
“Why are you here, Gauge? Did my dad threaten you?” I snip.
“I respect your dad. That’s why I’m here. Get your shit so we can go. Some of us do like to sleep and not get fucked up all night long,” he says while keeping his voice steady. Oh this is going to be a fun ride back to Chesapeake Beach.
Five
Gauge
We haven’t even been in the car ten minutes when she’s digging through her bag. I don’t know what the hell she’s looking for and I sure as hell don’t give a shit. I reach over and turn the radio on, listening to some metal as I drive. Dezzy is quiet but when I glance over I can see why. She has a needle in one hand a vile in the other. When she has the amount she wants in the needle, she sticks the needle between her fingers and slowly plunges that trash into her body. I huff.
“You have a problem?” she asks with a look my way.
“You’re a fuckin’ junkie,” I state.
“Hardly. I just like how it makes me feel and forget.”
“Like mother like daughter,” I sneer.
“Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know me or my mom. Go fuck yourself.” She turns to look out the window, finally shutting up, but she’s already worked my nerves.
“So, tell me. Did your dad just bail you out so you could start all over again?”
“What do you mean? I didn’t have anything to do with why the cops were called. I was having a good time and that bastard of a boyfriend of mine was finger fucking my mom,” she says. And I certainly didn’t miss the hitch in her voice.
“Your man finger fucked your mom?”
“While I was sitting in his lap kissing him,” she says softly.
“He isn’t worth shit then. Fuck him. You don’t need someone like that in your life,” I tell her. I keep my focus on the road, but I also watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her high is slowly working its way through her system.
“She said I was a whore. That she always looked better than me,” she mumbles under her breath. Shit, what kind of mother does that?
“There’s no way she looks better than you,” I tell her, trying to be reassuring and helpful, but fuck.
“You don’t think I’m ugly?” she asks turning her high as hell red rimmed eyes toward me. I shake my head and look back at the road. The silence is deafening and awkward as hell, but the girl is lost right now and I know she needs some kind of positive reinforcements.
“You’re gorgeous. Don’t let someone pull you down,” I tell her. I hear her sniffle but I don’t look back over. After a moment, she moves closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I don’t know if she just needs someone to comfort her or her high is taking her someplace else so I don’t move her. Not until her hand runs up my thigh.
“You need to stop,” I warn her. She just giggles and cups my junk in her hand, tugging and pulling until that fucker starts to harden. Great, that’s just great.
“You like me touching you. I can feel how hard you’re getting,” she purrs before her lips come to rest on my neck. The tip of her tongue flicks over my flesh and fuck does it feel good. She strokes my cock through my jeans but her lips and tongue work magic on my skin.
“I’m warnin’ you, Dezzy. You need to stop.” This can’t be happening. I can’t fuck with the prez’s daughter, and I sure as hell don’t want to lose my place in the club over her. I tighten my hand on the wheel until my knuckles turn white. Dezzy doesn’t stop; she keeps her hand moving and her lips sucking. My body is too fucking tense for this.
“Stop, Dezzy!” I snap louder with more fury in my voice. She jolts and moves away from me quickly. My body is buzzing and I can’t fucking stop it now.
“Are you gay or something?” she asks licking those pink lips of hers.
“No.”
“Then what is it? You don’t want your cock sucked?”
I groan and she heard it. “I don’t want any trouble with your dad.”
“You’re scared of him,” she states, pissing me off a little more.
“Hardly. I just respect him a little more than you do,” I remind her.
“Yeah, whatever. You’re probably fucking gay.”
I’ve had enough. I can only handle so much before I lose my patience and she is testing it badly.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Dezzy.”
“Or what? What are you going to do? Fuck me? Force me to take your long, thick cock?”
God, those fucking drugs have her losing her damn mind.
“I mean it,” I tell her, my final warning heavy in my tone. When she laughs and calls me a pussy, I lose it. Jerking the wheel, I swerve off the road nearly taking another car with me. Dezzy laughs like this is a fucking game. It’s not. I leap out of the truck and storm to the passenger side, ripping the door open. In seconds I have Dezzy out and pinned against the side. She’s no longer laughing but her breathing has quickened.