Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

ACID

2 weeks later

“So, how long is she staying at the club?” Scar asks. “Not that I don’t like having her around, she’s nice and a fucking milf, but the kid cramps my style,” Scar complains while I am laid under a car trying to repair it. “But like the other night, one of the Bunnies was sucking me off, I mean balls, the fucking lot. It was incredible. The girl really knows what she’s doing,” he adds.

I slide out from under the car and give him a look. “Which one is that?” I ask.

“Wilma? Wendy? Fuck, I can’t remember.” Scar shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. That’s why I call them all darlin’. I can’t get my ass kicked if I can’t get their name wrong.” He smirks.

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re a real dick, you know that?”

Scar holds out his hands. “Brother, I ain’t pretending to be anything I’m not. I may be a dick, but at least I’m a nice dick.”

“Oh, you’re a real fucking gentleman,” I say sarcastically as I slide back under the car.

“They know what I’m like. It’s a fuck, and that’s it. I mean, it’s all cute, this coupling up shit, and I’m not saying that I wouldn’t have tapped a few of them before they got with our brothers, but for me, I don’t want that. I don’t want no fucking kids crying, shitting, or puking on me. I don’t want my magnificent dick tied to one woman for the rest of my life. I have a dick that should bring joy to all, not just one woman.”

I laugh. “Fuck man, how has your dick not fallen off?”

“What, from all the fucking?” he asks.

“No, from the fucking clap! Jesus, I’m surprised you ain’t got a loyalty card to the fucking sex clinic,” I mock.

“I did get a Christmas card from them last year,” he mutters. I can’t contain myself. I roar with laughter. “But that don’t mean I got anything. I take care of it,” he states. I still can’t control my laughter. “Nah, brother. Laugh all you want, but it’s like a car; You take care of it, service it regularly, then it will run for miles. I just do the same, but for my dick. I get tested once a month, as well as a wax,” he adds.

I slide out from under the car. “You get your balls waxed?” I ask.

“Yeah, I go down to the salon; back, sack, and crack. Trust me, the ladies fucking love it, and they are more inclined to suck on your balls.” He winks.

I scrunch up my face at the thought. “I do not need to hear about some woman sucking on your hairless balls. Jesus brother, just man scape like the rest of us. The only guys that get that shit done are porn stars or rent boys.”

He shakes his head. “It’s good. Remember when that bunny gave a prospect crabs?” he asks.

I nod. “Well, I didn’t get any crabs, because it’s like fucking silk down there,” he says, thrusting his hips and gesturing to his cock.

“That’s because she sucked you off. You didn’t fuck her,” I point out. “I’m done with this conversation now,” I state as I fight back the urge to gag.

Scar smirks as he looks across to the entrance. “Hold up, milf alert.” He winks.

I get up off the floor and wipe my hands on an old rag. Rhea smiles as she approaches. “What can I do for you?” I ask.

“I’m bored,” she complains.

“Okay, what do you want me to do about it?” I ask.

She sighs. “I need to work. I can’t just sit around doing nothing. It’s driving me insane. I’ve got Oliver into a school, and if we are going to have our own place, then I need to work. I need to earn money. Is there anything around here that I can do?” she asks, looking around.

“Unless you want to become a bunny, there ain’t a lot,” Scar adds.

“A bunny?” she asks, confused.

“Shut the fuck up, Scar,” I state, not elaborating.

“I could have a word with Ghost, see what he says, or if he knows of anything going. Although you should still be taking it easy,” I point out.

She rolls her eyes. “I’m a woman, and I am a mother. Normal recovery times don’t apply to us,” she argues.

“That so? Alright, so what skills have you got, and I will pass it on to Ghost,” I question, folding my arms across my chest.

She nibbles her bottom lip. “Er, I worked in the bar, I have excellent organisation skills, and I can multitask.” She pauses for moment, “Er, I’m a hard worker. I like a challenge, and I have great people skills.” She beams.

“Erm, that last one’s debatable,” I tease. She thumps me in the arm.

Scar steps forward and drapes his arm over her shoulders. “Don’t worry darlin’, we will find you something. Won’t we, Acid?” Scar states, smiling.

I give him a warning look. “Where is Olly now?” I ask.

“He is currently helping Star and Josie take care of the little ones.” She smiles. “What if I made you some lunch?” she offers.

I look up at the clock. “Rhea, it’s 10:30 in the morning,” I point out.

She huffs. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand not doing anything. I tried to help look after the babies, but because I grunted lifting Enzo, Star ordered me to rest and not pick up the babies. You are all doing your thing. I even offered to do the laundry, but Queenie said that they pay a company to do that, as no one should touch your bedsheets.” She snorts.

“Don’t listen to Queenie darlin’, she’s just mad because one time I had a few girls round for the night.” Scar shrugs.

“She said she had to burn your sheets,” I remind him.

Scar smiles. “I can’t help it. I’m not a selfish lover. If their having a good time, then so am I.”

Rhea looks up at Scar, her nose scrunched up. “What did you get on the sheets to make them that bad?” she asks, clearly not getting it.

“Rhea.” I laugh.

She looks at me. “What?” She shrugs.

“I don’t need give you a talk on the birds and the bees. You have a kid,” Scar points out.

Rhea rolls her eyes. “I know how to make a baby obviously, but what where you doing to create such a mess? I mean, apart from you know, your...” She pauses, making ejaculate noises while flicking her fingers in and out.

“Do you think ejaculation sounds like a cartoon gun?” I ask, holding back my laughter.

She frowns. “What? No. That was like, you know, like an eruption sound,” she defends. “Pew-pew,” she adds, looking at me like I’m the dumb one.

“Fuck Rhea, pew-pew is the sound of a gun.” I laugh.

She frowns and shakes her head no. “No, that’s bang-bang,” she argues.

Both Scar and I burst out laughing. “Fucking hell,” I laugh, holding my stomach.

Rhea folds her arms across her chest and huffs, annoyed. “I’m glad I’m such a joke.”

Scar grabs her by her shoulders again and pulls her into his side. “We are only joking, darlin’. Now, I can assure you that my dick doesn’t go pew-pew, because it’s far too big to make such a tiny sound. I can’t speak for Acid’s though,” Scar says, winking at her.

“Fuck off.” I laugh.

“I have to say darlin’, if you’re asking what the mess was, then you’ve had shit sex,” Scar points out.

Rhea’s cheeks turn a shade of pink. She always gets rosy cheeks when someone either compliments her, or in this case, talks about sex. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. Not really had the of best times, and if you must know, I think sex is overrated.”

I look at Scar and shake my head. I know what she’s been through, but I thought she may have at least had some good times with Olly’s father.

Scar hugs her close to his side and kisses the top of her head. “Jesus, that’s the saddest story I’ve ever heard. There should be a like a fundraiser page for you.” He sighs. “Never fear sweetheart, no more shitty dicks for you. From here on out, we will make sure that only men that know what they are doing are allowed to come near you,” he promises.

Rhea looks at me with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and fear. I smile and shake my head. “Sometimes it’s just best to nod and smile at Scar,” I mock.

Rhea laughs. “Right, well this has killed some time, and it’s er, been an experience. I best get back and make sure Oliver isn’t trying to feed the kids chocolate,” she states before walking off.

Scar watches her leave before letting out a low whistle. “Man, that woman has an ass made by gods,” he groans.

“Brother,” I warn.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. I’m just being appreciative of her fucking stunning attributes.”

“She’s a friend man, and she’s had a really shitty time. She deserves better than what you can offer her,” I point out.

“Fuck, don’t fucking mince your words, will you?” he mocks, acting hurt. “Nah, I get it, brother. Unless she comes to me asking for one night of fucking out of this world sex, then I promise to behave,” he states. “Right, on that note, I’m off to Tina’s leaving party.”

“Tina works at the sex clinic, doesn’t she?” I ask with a big shit eating grin.

“Yes, she does, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. The staff and I will be sad to see her go. She has the delicate touch,” he adds before walking off.

I laugh to myself. “Weird fucker,” I mutter as I slide back under the car.

It’s not long before I hear a set of footsteps enter the garage. “Just a minute,” I call out.

I slide out from under the car, and the first thing I see is a pair of black high heeled stiletto shoes. My eyes trail all the way up a pair of long legs until they land on a pair of blue eyes. I get to my feet and wipe my hands.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

She looks around, seemingly anxious. She isn’t from round here. The only cars or bikes we get in here are from the locals and people that know us and the club. She’s dressed in a formal dress, carrying a designer handbag. She’s clutching it for her life, like she’s about to get mugged at any moment.

“Er, I’m sorry. My car has broken down. Just down the road, actually. I wondered if you are able to take a look at it?” she asks in a delicately well-spoken voice.

I nod and gesture for her to show me. I follow behind her, watching her toned ass in her tight skirt. I pull out a cigarette and light it. I catch her looking out of the corner of her eye, noting the way her lip curls in disgust. I give her a wink and a smile. This is going to be fun.

“So, where are you from?” I ask.

She hesitates a little. “Fernmill,” she answers.

I nod as I spot her car up ahead. “An electric car?” I ask.

She smiles. “Yes, I feel like we all need to do our bit for the environment.”

I take a pull of my cigarette. “Yeah, you’re not wrong there sweetheart, but I fucking hate electric cars,” I state. She blanches at my bluntness. I hold out my hand. “Key?” I ask.

She frowns at me. “There is no key. I have this, and you press the brake while placing this on the centre console,” she states, holding up a card that looks like a hotel key card. I take the card form her hand and get in. “Er, can you not smoke in the car?” she adds.

I look up at her with my cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I remove it and flick it across the road. Everything lights up and the screen comes on. “When did you last charge it?” I ask, looking up at her. She shrugs. “That’s your problem. You got a charging cable on you? You can plug it in at the garage,” I tell her.

She nods as she pulls out her phone. “Oh yes, I have a notification about my battery.” She laughs. “I didn’t look at my phone while driving.” She tuts.

I get out of the car. “Let me get some of my brothers and we will push it down to the garage, then you can charge and be on your way,” I state.

“Okay great, thank you. I will wait here.” She smiles.

I nod and walk back to the club, sending a text to Scar.

A: You are going to kick yourself for leaving. Hot posh woman broken down at the club.

S: What the fuck? Keep her there. I’m on my fucking way.

I laugh and shake my head. That will be tonight’s entertainment.