Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

Taking care of business

Jax

Richard and I pulled up to a rundown shack. I dropped my kickstand and got off my bike. Richard glanced at me. We didn't need to speak. Richard knew what was coming.

I stepped onto the porch as Richard opened the screen door. Within seconds, I kicked open the front door, startling Tasha. She jumped as I entered the house with Richard.

"Who are you?"

"You're the problem, and we're the solution," Richard spoke.

Tasha's eyes widened as she pivoted on her heels. She ran, but it didn't matter. I was quicker and grabbed her by her ratty hair. She released a piercing scream as I slammed her into the floorboards. My rage was like no other when it came to people causing my family trouble.

I lifted her head and slammed it into the floor over and over as blood splattered. Richard stood by and watched as Tasha's screams ceased. I dropped her head and stood up. Richard handed me a handkerchief. I wiped off my hand.

"Let's find the others." I handed back his handkerchief.

Richard nodded. Tasha reminded me of Kris. The whore caused problems with Elise. Rocco is lucky he kept his dick.

We came out of the house as Gunner and Dax waited for us.

"Torch the house," Richard told them.

Gunner and Dax nodded and grabbed gas cans, then poured gasoline throughout the house and around the outside. Gunner lit a match and tossed it at home. It didn't take long before the house caught fire and burned. We climbed on our bikes and took off. You want to fuck with mine, then suffer the consequences.

******
Gunner located each person that knew about Aiden's indiscretion. We showed up to put them down like dogs.

One guy tried to run as I chased him. I pulled my pistol and fired. The guy dropped. Dax dragged his body to a fire pit, threw it on, and set it ablaze.

With each person, we burned their bodies. Richard paid off the cops to look the other way. If people don't think cops are corrupted, they're delusional. You can buy anyone. It's how Richard kept the cops away.

Our final path of destruction was that whore Marissa. Who fucks a student and thinks it's okay?

The others entered Wolf's house as Marissa screamed. She backed away as they parted, and I entered the house. Her eyes widened as mine narrowed.

I dragged her out of the back of the house by her hair. She screamed while grabbing at my hand. I forced her on her knees, then leaned into her ear. "A whore like you should kneel."

"Let me go!"

I leaned back, pushed the hammer back, and pulled the trigger. I released her hair as her body dropped. Andre and Dax ransacked the house, taking jewelry, money, and other valuables. We would dump the items later.

I backed away as Richard dumped acid on the body. If Wolf wants a war, we'll give him one. We left a warning.

We left and drove back to the bar. I slid onto a bar stool as Barbara handed me a beer. She set one down in front of Richard.

"Damn, kids," Richard said.

I drank my beer, not saying much. I watched my dad beat my mom causing brain damage and other issues. I killed my old man. I tried to take care of my mom until Blake took her from me, leaving me with nothing. No family, no friends, nothing. That was the day I joined Richard's club.

"You thinking about your mom?"

I stared at my beer. "Yeah." I didn't elaborate further. I made a promise to Alicia. I would protect our child. That meant protecting the people surrounding her, including Krista and Aiden. They're family.

*******
Wolf

I narrowed my eyes as I stared at my wife's body. My pack stood behind me.

"Wolf."

"Burn the body and bring me the dick who did this." I turned and walked away.

When I find out who murdered Marissa, I will skin them alive. Someone left a calling card, and I was answering. A war was brewing, and I'm bringing the thunder.

*******
Jag

I finished installing chrome on a bike and stepped back, admiring my work.

"It's not going to dance around like it's on display," Damien said, standing next to me.

I held out my hands. "It shines."

"Yeah, okay."

I gave Damien a look and rolled my eyes. No one understands the beauty of chrome on a bike. People need to admire the dedication that one puts into beautifying a motorcycle. Damien is a jackass.

"Yeah, I'll tell them," Roc said. He walked over to us. "My old man called. He, Jax, and the others took care of Tasha, Marissa, and others that could open their mouths."

"So, we're in the clear, right?" Damien asked.

Damien has a few screws loose if he thinks we're in the clear.

"No, dumbass. It means we're fucked," I said.

"Listen, Smartass. No one asked for your opinion."

"Then don't ask a stupid question. What's wrong with you?"

Damien and I almost came to blows until Roc separated us.

"Jag shut the fuck up. And no, we're not in the fucking clear," Roc said. "It's a matter of time before Wolf finds out."

"Then we play it cool or dumb." I gave Damien a look.

Damien rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"I have issues. We all know this." I shrugged.

Roc shook his head. "Look, not one word. We keep the kids busy and hope like hell that wolf doesn't find out."

"That shouldn't be hard with Aiden romancing Harlow," I smirked.

"For the last time, Harlow hates Aiden," Damien said.

"For now. But my boy has my charm." I smiled.

"God, I hope my daughter is smarter than the hoes your son taps."

"Good luck."

Roc rolled his eyes.

I'm not at all convinced that it's my fault that Aiden has my DNA. It is my fault he attracts bitches. No hoe can resist the Keaton charm or dick.

After work, I came home to find Krista on the couch with piles of papers. "Why?"

Krista glanced at me. "Huh?"

I strolled over and picked up a paper. "The idea is that all people start wars over dick size. Who writes this shit?"

Krista snatched the paper from my hand. "Kids who take eleventh grade English."

"Do they know how to read, or is it a foreign concept?"

Krista scrunched her nose.

"Literature should be difficult. But most of these kids prefer social media. Oh, look, here's a picture of me doing the same shit, looking the same way as I did yesterday. Duckface."

Krista giggled.

I moved a stack of papers away and sat down next to my wife.

"Did you have a rough day?"

"Eh, it was okay. Dealt with some bullshit but nothing that would concern you."

Krista arched a brow. I shrugged. If Krista knew what our precious baby did, she would flip. I don't know about anyone else. But I'm not a fan of dealing with an enraged female at any time. It's better if Krista doesn't know.