Jax (Wattpad Version)

Initiation

Jax

Richard initiated me into his crew. He pitted the biggest guy in his crew against me. We went rounds until the guy was lying on the floor, and I was standing. Blood dripped down my face, and my body was bruising.

Richard took me into his office and patched me up. "No one has been able to take Brady down. You're the first."

"I can handle my own."

Richard chuckled. Two guys entered Richard's office.

"Jax, meet Gunner and Arlo. They help me run the club."

I nodded.

"Gunner gathers information for me, and Arlo oversees the guns. They can get you whatever you need."

"I need money."

Richard leaned back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. Then he swiveled in his chair, unlocked a safe, then pulled something out. He tossed a stack of Benjamins on the desk. I grabbed it and counted it.

"Do you want to know why?"

"Nope." I stared at Richard.

"The boys do their jobs, and I pay them. The hoes are free reign here. But no drugs. They make you sloppy."

I sat in the chair, holding the wad of cash in my hands.

"Gunner, get Andre."

Gunner nodded and left the office. He returned a few minutes later with another guy.

"Andre is one of my enforcers. You'll work with him. He'll show you what you need to know."

I nodded. My life changed when I became initiated into Richard's club.

The money would help my mom and also keep the house. But it didn't matter. I came home to quietness. I checked each room until I found my mom hanging in her bedroom with a note attached to her body.

A life for a life.

I untied my mom and laid her on her bed. I stood there, knowing I had nothing keeping me here. We had no arrangements, so I walked away from my past.

After gathering some belongings, I carried a bag out of the house. I grabbed the gas can from the garage and dumped the contents, then tossed a lit match. I got on my bike as the house burned with my mother's body in it. It was the day my heart grew cold, and I became an enforcer.

*******
Over the next few weeks, I worked side by side with Andre. He taught me about guns and how to take down other club members. We were swift.

Richard had me run the bar and keep his club members in line. If a member got caught stealing or bringing in drugs, I handled them.

Richard was right about hoes. Girls would hang on bikers in the bar. The bikers would pass the girls around like nothing.

I would wait until the bar closed, then have my go at the hoes. It's nothing personal, but I'm not into broadcasting my shit.

I had a hoe bent over Richard's desk as I rammed my dick into her. She screamed as I kept going. Lola knew her place when I needed a fuck. I pushed deep inside of her, finding my release, then pulled out of her.

She stood up and pulled down her skirt as I did up my jeans. Then she turned to me. "Do you feel better?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't see you tapping another girl."

"I don't need to tap another ass. You do what I need."

Lola stared at me. I'm not into relationships. I tell a bitch what I need, and that's it.

"Same time tomorrow."

I nodded. Lola sauntered out as I dropped into a chair and lit a smoke. The problem with hoes is they think they own your dick. They create issues that you don't need.

Richard had an old lady but fucked around with hoes. No one said a word because it wasn't our place. I didn't care what the fuck Richard did. He paid me and left me alone. It would prove an issue later.

******
Richard

Karen rode me as I thrust into her hole. Her tits bounced as I gripped her hips. Barbara thought I was out dealing business. It didn't matter because she didn't question me.

I finished as Karen climbed off and laid down next to me.

"When are you going to drop your old lady?"

I sat up and poured a glass of whiskey. "I'm not. You're only a fuck. That's it." I put the lip of the glass to my mouth and down the whiskey.

"You enjoy rich bitches."

I turned my head and glimpsed at Karen. "You should know since you're one."

Karen gave me a look. I don't care. She was a rich bitch looking to fuck a biker. Her old man was busy making money while she spent it. Most of the bitches that come into the bar were looking to fuck. I oblige.

I laid down in the bed as Karen moved over and started sucking my dick. I grabbed her hair and dragged her head around, pumping my dick into her hot, wet mouth. Her mouth was good for a fuck. It was better than listening to her.

The problem with rich bitches is they are dirty like the hoes. They pull some bullshit, hoping to entrap you. It would cause more issues than I needed.

*****
Jax

Andre and I pulled up to a store and turned off our bikes.

"Fucking dicks. Richard needs to stop fucking around with business owners."

Yeah, Andre wasn't happy. The owner made a deal with Richard. In exchange for protection, the owner would pay Richard. The owner reneged on the agreement. We came to collect.

I got off my bike and strolled into the business with Andre. The customer looked at us, then hurried out of the building. The owner stood behind the counter. Andre locked the door.

"Tell Richard that I'll pay him. Money has been tight."

I leaned on the counter and tilted my head. "You had plenty of time. You missed the deadline. We came to collect."

"Business hasn't been doing well."

"Not our problem. Pay or don't. You know the rules." I looked at the owner.

The owner wasn't budging. Andre grabbed him and yanked him over the counter. I pulled out a rope and wrapped it around the owner's neck. He struggled as I tightened the rope, cutting off his windpipe. With one quick jerk, the owner stopped moving. I released him as Andre moved behind the counter and took whatever cash he found.

As we left the store, Andre turned the sign around to closed. I shot Andre a look.

"The owner won't need business today."

I rolled my eyes and got on my bike. We drove away and headed back to the bar.

Richard's business including deals with business owners, gun-running, and other undesirable acts. Andre and I enforced Richard's rules. If people couldn't pay, then we took our payment.

It didn't matter to me because I had nothing to lose.