Welcome to the Shitshow

A Jax Walker Novel

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Kase’s fine ass pumped up and down furiously while long pink glitter tipped fingernails clawed his back. Matching sparkly toe-nailed feet pointed at the ceiling while his dick pounded my sister into the mattress. The room tilted sideways. My lungs seized. Blood roared in my ears as I tried to reconcile the porn show I was an unhappy voyeur to.

WTF?!

So let me get this straight, while I served five years thinking I’d done a selfless thing taking the fall for the arsonist, she’d seized yet another opportunity to screw me over by stealing my man! The betrayal hit like a sucker punch to the gut, stealing my breath and replacing it with burning rage.

What did they say about good deeds?

Oh yeah, fuck them!

A banshee-like cry tore from my lungs as I lunged onto the bed. My elbow crashed into my ex-boyfriend’s sweaty neck. My fist connected with her face—once, twice, three times—each impact sending shock waves up my arm and spraying droplets of blood across the sheets.

“Whoa!” Kase scrambled, pulling me away from her and shoving me off the bed, his once appealing dick looked less so covered in her bitch cream.

Rage blinded me, turned my vision crimson. I attacked him with even more fury, my knuckles bruising against abs that were firmer than I remembered. He’d bulked up. I swear his dick was bigger too, but it had been so long since I perved any cock at all. Plus I was pissed as hell!

Too busy ducking the shit she threw at me and wailing on Kase, who had tried to protect the whoring sister bitch to notice when our dad and uncle entered to investigate the curious litany of swear words and loud pummeling. Both of them needed to combine efforts to pull me off the cheaters.

“What the hell is going on here, Jax?” he asked me. The only problem was he was looking at my sister lying bleeding on the bed, covered in my man’s cum-stained sheet.

That unimaginable duplicitous bitch, had she been pretending to be me this entire time?

Should I be insulted that they never noticed she was Jess?

One thing for sure, we weren’t identical anymore. I wasn’t talking about her remodeled nose and newly blackened eye. She’d put on a good fifteen pounds.

Did you know you could pack on three pounds a year sucking cheater dick?

Life’s full of aha moments like that.

Looking at my uncle who I loved like a daddy, I shook my head. “This is unfuckingreal SHIT!” My hands had yet to relax from their fists.

His eyes popped open, forehead sliding back as he pulled me into his arms for my first hug in five years. “Jax.”

“Lying Bitch, don’t believe her daddy.” She had done a good job of impersonating my speech, hell it almost sounded like me, except I’d never say that shit. We were both raised by bikers, but Jess used words in her disagreements, like most chicks. I always employed fists first.

I turned my head, looked up at my dad’s face that I knew so well. “You’re getting old as fuck, both of you Harley farts.” More lines around his eyes, still handsome as sin both of them. They were twins too.

“Jax?” Kase’s voice was shaky as hell sounding behind me, but I was already leaving the room. He may be confused, but I sure as hell wasn’t, not anymore.

That’s what I get, a sucker for a pretty ass, I never go for a guy with brains.

I’d seen plenty. The sisterfucker should have known better. I know she didn’t feel the same as me because the first time he kissed me he told me he felt something he hadn’t before. Probably a golden opportunity to one day head an MC. A good thing to know now that it was all a lie before I wasted any more precious time on something that never existed in the first place.

Before I’d gone inside while Kase was still prospecting I had it in my mind that I’d be the bitch wearing his property patch on my back. But Jess, big ol slut that she is, helped me reconcile how wrong it would have been to settle for being an old lady. That wasn’t me and I never wanted it in my future, I wanted to be a biker, a member. I always had, honestly. The only thing the guys could do that I couldn’t was pee standing up.

I fumed as I marched to my room which was smack dab between the ones belonging to the two men I loved most. It had been both mine and Jess’s originally, but the President and VP of the Devils MC grew tired of being disturbed by our non-stop fighting and split us up.

I passed the dents in the walls never spackled over, that Jess and I made as kids. Most parents measure their childrens’ growth with pencil marks on the wall. The Devils MC clubhouse had numerous holes in the sheetrock or wood paneling from our heads being bashed into it by each other.

If you bet my room still looked the same as I left it, you’d lose that bet. Remind me never to take you to Vegas with me. Jess had ruined the sanctity of my cool domicile. It smelled like vanilla floral betrayal, nail polish, and Aquanet.

Where the hell was all my stuff? My Harley posters, concert tees, and road signs were all missing. Shit, even my lava lamp was gone.

Fuck it, I needed to wash the nasty prison funk off me.

Stepping out of the shower I braided my long hair, wrapped a pink towel around myself, and took a good look in the mirror. Five years in prison had aged me far more than I wanted to admit. Dammit, it looked like a flamingo threw up in my personal space. My former closet was crammed full of glitter tees, daisy dukes, hoochie mama dresses, and high heels.

How had she fooled anyone?

I’d never worn this shit. Give me a pair of worn-out jeans or leather pants and a tank top and I was good.

That’s when I noticed Kase standing like a phantom just inside the door, staring at me, back against the wall.

“She tricked me.”

If I wasn’t still so mad I would have guffawed at that insanity. What a lie!

“Save it. I’ve been out less than two hours and my bullshit meter is already broken. Get out.” I pointed like a gun at the open door next to him in case he was confused. He obviously had as much a misguided sense of direction as his dick.

Where were my guns? I had a kickass collection Uncle Red had started the tradition of giving me as birthday gifts. The first pellet gun he gave me I modified to have more power, Jess still had that scar on her ass. I don’t have one there so you know why I couldn’t buy his line of ‘She fooled me’ bullshit.

“Jax,” he sounded angry, wearing the welt I’d given him on his lip, “baby, I didn’t know. This is so fucked up. I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”

“The fact that you think you can is proof you don’t know me at all. Because the moment your dick touched Jess we were done. Is that clear enough? There’s no us anymore and there never will be again, now get out SISTERFUCKER!”

“We’re not over, I never wanted Jess, I only want you.” He crossed the short distance between our bodies. Gross, he smelled like her sickening sweet perfume. He didn’t even have the decency to remove all traces of her before he came sniffing around me…like a dog.

“Just pretend she’s me, you should be an expert at that by now.” I couldn’t resist winking at him.

He glared at me, grabbing my arms and giving me a shake. “You’re mine, not her. I told you I don’t want her. Just you, Jax. Stop being so stubborn. I know you’re horny after five years without my dick.”

“You bet I am! Now tell me where all my shit is so I can get dressed and go out and get laid, sisterfucker.” My anger was reaching a summit I never imagined possible. It was highly probable I’d never use his name again, he was forever dubbed sisterfucker for me.

“Stop calling me that…” He shook me again as I readied myself to give him a knee to the nuts. That’s the most crotch action he’d ever get from me again. What a waste to throw away the sheet burning sizzle we had in bed. Not gonna lie it was a good ride, but all good things and rides come to an end.

“I gave it to the Salvation Army,” Jess gloated as she strolled up to us, placing her hand on his arm.

Kase tried to shrug her off but wouldn’t release me. “Don’t touch me, bitch.”

Her eyes, one blackened and swelling, one the usually vivid blue widened. “You knew who I was, that’s why you married me.”

The words hung in the air for a beat before slamming into me like a freight train.

“Wait,” I jerked free of his grip and stepped back, my skin suddenly cold despite the fire in my veins. “Whose name is on that marriage license, Jess?!”

A shit-eating grin split her busted lips. Kase was trying his hardest to figure out what I already had. My stomach dropped to the floor as the full magnitude of her betrayal crystallized.

That’s diabolical, if she hadn’t done it to me, I would have been proud and given her a high five.

How do you remedy identity theft without involving the authorities? That’s kind of frowned upon in my family, you handle your own business.

I stormed out of the room, clutching the towel in a white-knuckled grip as fury ricocheted around inside me like a pinball machine. Tilt!

Spotting Juicy coming out of her room, I spun her around. “I need some clothes. We’re about the same size now. If I don’t get the fuck away from her I’m gonna go back to prison for sistercide! And I’m too young to ride the lightning down in Huntsville.”

She cracked up as she hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe, her boobs smothering me in… hold up they make boob glitter now? I missed out on a lot in the last half-decade. I wasn’t sure how old Juicy was given her mixed ethnicity, she was way older than she appeared. She helped raise Jess and me after our mom Eva split to become a Vegas showgirl, she was likely in her fifties but didn’t look anywhere near that.

I borrowed a pair of leather lace-up pants from her. The skin of my legs played peekaboo down the sides to my ass-kicking boots, no heels today for this girl. No underwear either for that matter, if the opportunity presented itself for me to get laid while out…I was getting some dick. Wrapped in leather from head to toe I was more than ready to hit the town. Now I was beginning to feel like the old me as I walked back into the main room of the clubhouse—free, wild, and answering to nobody but myself.

Some things never change, my two favorite guys sat in their respective spots at the end of the bar.

“I need some wheels, old man.” I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and batted my eyelashes at him. Later after I finished my errands I planned on getting him and my uncle alone to propose my desire to prospect for the club. Not just hang around as some brother’s old lady, but to wear the patch myself.

Sure, I’d suffered a minor setback in the plans to get my life back on track, but I wasn’t derailed. I had planned on doing this five years ago and I wasn’t above using begging, crying or outright guilt to get what I wanted. Lucky me I now had more guilt to use in my favor.

A devious mind is a terrible thing to waste.

“Take your car.”

“It’s not mine anymore.” Nope because she’d been using it, just like Kase.

I didn’t need to ask for money because apparently, I had a checking/savings account and several credit cards all in my name, so I had that going for me. It must suck to be Jess Walker fresh out of prison without a dime to her name.

He grunted and went behind the bar for a second, hearing the key cabinet open then close an evil grin lit my face as I followed him outside. Ol’ Blue was one of his restoration jobs, a 1959 Harley-Davidson Sportster with a custom turquoise paint job. It was sweet and he never let anyone ride it. He handed me the key and I balked for a moment but only one before jumping into his arms.

“You’re the best biker dad in the whole world!” I squealed into his ear.

He frowned with that serious fatherly look, “Be careful, let me get you a cellphone.” he whistled at one of the prospects, who came running.

“No worry, I got one.” I held up Jess’s gaudy glittery monstrosity and waved it.

“That’s your sister’s phone.”

“Didn’t you hear the news, old man, we share everything. Besides it has my name all over it, that means it’s mine.” I winked at him. All things considered, it was a good trade, the phone was smarter than my ex-boyfriend. Damn his dick was so pretty, you could overlook that Kase was a dumbass.

He shook his head, “You’re going to have to work this out with her, one way or another. But we’ll talk later, don’t be late, the girls are throwing you a welcome back party tonight.”

“I don’t want a party. Can’t I just enjoy my freedom for one day and night?” I had more important things to do first.

“No, I want you back here before midnight.”

Shit in a bag and punch it, he’d forgotten I was an adult.

I shook my head, “Please when did I turn into Cinderella? Is my pussy going to turn into a pumpkin tonight ‘cause nobody told me?”

He wasn’t amused, giving me a bear-like growl and a look that would make most men shit themselves with his huge tattooed arms across his chest, “Jax.”

I hadn’t ridden anything in years, but it’s something you never forget how to do, kinda like breathin’ or livin’ free and wild. Once you do it, it sticks like glue.

As soon as that sweet baby fired up, the rumble traveled up between my legs, catapulting my libido into the danger zone, blinking “Turn around, daddy. Look away now.”

It took a moment for my meaning to sink in and he did an about-face dragging the prospect’s voyeuristic and eager head around with a jerk in the process, “You want to keep them eyes?”

Not yet fully up to date on all the changes since my incarceration. But one thing for sure, prospects were getting fine as hell.

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