Page 89 of Money Shot

VINCE

I’d been runningwith Jackson on an almost daily basis, and riding with Axton, Otis, Toad, and Biscuit more than I ever had since joining the club. Jackson was what I expected my childhood friend would have been had he not died at such an early age. Stubborn, opinionated, and someone who immediately made me feel as if he would always have my back, regardless.

“So you’re telling me you loved this woman? Truly loved her?” he asked.

I took a drink of my beer and nodded my head. “Yep.”

“Bullshit,” he said.

I shook my head. “Sure isn’t.”

“You still love her?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nope. Can’t do it. She fucked me over.”

After hearing the inspirational story of Jackson and Emily, and how she waited for him for ten years without hearing a word from him, it lifted my spirits enough to tell him about Sienna. He questioned my love, however, because of my ability to walk away after she didn’t show up for dinner. It was without a doubt something he would have never done, and as much as he was harassing me about it, I couldn’t quite figure out what his angle was. All I knew was that the more we talked about it, the guiltier I felt for feeling the way I felt and doing what I had done. Having him give me advice was more like getting it from my father, which made it almost impossible to dispute.

“Have my doubts,” he said sarcastically.

“Doubt me all you want, I know how I feel,” I said.

“Jesus jumped up Christ,” Axton hollered.

“What?” Jackson said over his shoulder.

“Have a fucking look at this, would ya?” he said as he held his cell phone at arm’s length. “Jaye Campbell’s daughter works with this chick. Girl says she wants to suck a biker’s cock and ride on his bike. Wants some of the fellas to go to her tattoo shop and see if there’s any she likes. It’s the place where that kid I was telling you about gave me the tattoo without an appointment.”

“Crazy bitch,” Jackson said with a laugh. “That’ll start a fight for sure.”

“No bullshit. Girl says she wants to meet a few of the fellas.” Axton paused, cleared his throat, and gazed down at his phone. “Take five or six with ya and run over there, would ya?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Jackson said as he turned to face me. “And you’re going to be one of ‘em.”

“Don’t have any business going,” I said.

“You’re going for me to prove a point,” he said.

“What’s the point?” I asked.

“Just do this,” he said. “Come with me and act interested. We’ll have a talk after we get out of there. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to fuck her.”

“Well, I wouldn’t even if you did,” I said.

“You’re coming whether you like it or not,” he said.

After a few minutes, six of us were all saddled up, and headed across town to a tattoo parlor. After passing it, we cut a u-turn in the street, and parked out front at the curb. I got off the bike, turned to face the shop, and stared at the neon sign.

Blurred Lines.

“Cool name for a shop,” I said.

Jackson nodded his head. “I’m gonna get a quote while we’re in here. Come on.”

We all followed him inside, and immediately after going in, the owner noticed Jackson from his childhood. Oddly enough, they grew up together, and hadn’t seen each other for almost twenty years. It seemed Jackson’s presence back in the city was something meant to be, because not only was he helping me deal with many issues and problems, he was clearly making this guy’s day.

The girl from the picture on Axton’s cell phone walked up to the counter where Jackson was standing and raised her hands in the air.

“Listen up,” she hollered. “I don’t ever fuck with anyone but bikers, and I’ll only fuck with a biker if he’s got a big dick. I’ve got a foul mouth, a shitty attitude, and an insatiable desire. I’m no whore, and I won’t be treated like one. If you’re looking to hit it and quit it, you can forget it. I’m not your girl. If you want an Ol’ Lady who’ll out drink ya, out fuck ya, and probably out cuss ya, I’m your girl.”