The Biker’s Assassin Ripper and Chaotic Novel – “So, what you’re telling me is, you want to get laid with other women, and you recommend having an open relationship, so it isn’t considered cheating? Why not just break up with me Rick?”I asked, my boyfriend Rick of 6 years.
“Because I love you and I still want to be with you. And this wouldn’t be considered cheating if you just agree to us being open in our relationship.”
I stared at him while he stared at me with a hopeful, dumb look. Was I not enough? Am I not attractive enough? Is he not satisfied in the bedroom with me?
“Um, no.” I whispered in disbelief.
“Just give this a chance. You’ll see it’ll be a good thing.”He replied eagerly.
“Rick, you do what you want. But know, you will regret this.” I said harshly, I lost trust in him.
Cassie
“I’m sorry you want to do what?” I asked, my boyfriend Rick of 6 years. I looked at him hard as he explained to me how he wanted to try an open relationship, or maybe bring other women into our bed with both of us. His brown hair was disheveled as he paced and ran his fingers through it. His brown eyes were darting looks at me, as he took in my hostile eyes and posture. We’d been together since we were 16 and sophomores in high school. He grew from a lanky, lean, bean pole of a kid, to a 6-foot muscular man, with a swimmer’s build. He was lean with wide shoulders, slight muscular chest and arms, a narrow waist and muscular thighs. We graduated from Columbia University. I have a major in Computer Science and minors in Coding and Cybersecurity. I was an amateur hacker, but that was my little secret. And he has degrees in Economics and Business Management. He kept droning on and on about how this could help our relationship. I didn’t even know our relationship needed help. How this could spice things up. Didn’t I just give him roadhead last night on the way home from a movie? How this could bring us closer as a couple. How much closer did he want to get? We lived together for sake.
“So, what you’re telling me is, you want to get laid with other women, and you recommend having an open relationship, so it isn’t considered cheating? Why not just break up with me Rick?”
“Because I love you and I still want to be with you. And this wouldn’t be considered cheating if you just agree to us being open in our relationship.” So he wanted his cake and then some. I stared at him while he stared at me with a hopeful, dumb look. Was I not enough? Am I not attractive enough? Is he not satisfied in the bedroom with me?
“I might be open to a three people get laid together if it’s with another man only.”
“Absolutely not. I’m not touching another guy’s d*ck!”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be open to that.
“How about we just take a break? You can be with whomever you want during this break, and then we can talk about it in like, 6 months’ time.”
“No Cassie, I don’t want to break up. I still want to come home to you. Okay, how about we don’t do the three people get laid together stuff, just hook up with others when it strikes our fancy. We never bring anyone home. If we stay out all night, we shoot a text to let the other know they won’t be home. We don’t fall for anyone else. And we’ll be discreet so none of our friends or families find out.”
“I’m just not understanding why, Rick? We have a good thing, or at least I thought.”
“Cassie, we’ve only ever been with each other. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be with someone else?”
“Um, no.” I whispered in disbelief.
“Just give this a chance. You’ll see it’ll be a good thing.”
“You know what, Rick, you do what you want. But know, you will regret this.”
“Don’t say that. This will work out.”
“Fine.
I went into our bedroom and opened my side of the closet door. I found a short, red, sleeveless mini dress that would stop at mid-thigh. I knew it would hug my petite curves and showcase my C cup and bubble butt. I worked hard for my body. I lifted weights, ran three miles a day, and I was a black belt in Karate. I grabbed a pair of red five-inch heels that had an ankle strap that would bring my 5 ‘2 tiny self, to 5’ 7.
I then went into the bathroom, and jumped into the shower, shampooed and conditioned my hair. I scrubbed my body with my strawberry body wash and shaved my pits, legs and my private place. I hopped out, blow-dried and curled my long ebony locks that hit the middle of my back. Then I moisturized my face and put on my war paint. I didn’t need any foundation or concealer, my skin was creamy and flawless. I grabbed my black eyeliner and did a cat-eye look. Then I swiped on my black mascara. I dabbed on some bronze and brown eyeshadow and blended it in for a nice bronzy smokey look, making the emerald of my eyes pop. Last but not least, I did a bold red lip. Rick wanted to pick up other chicks, then fine. I knew I was hot. Let’s see how he’ll feel when I come home late tonight. I ran my fingers through my black hair, fluffing out my curls. I stared into the mirror.
“You are enough, there is nothing wrong with you. He’s just having some premature midlife crisis at 22. No negative thoughts, you are HOT!”
I left the room with a little black clutch that I grabbed on my way out of the bedroom and grabbed my phone, ID, a credit card, keys, and a hundred and fifty dollars out of my purse and put the items in my clutch.
“Where are you going?”
“Starting our open relationship. No time like the present to get d*ckmitized.”
“Cassie, I didn’t mean to start right away, we just talked about this.”
I looked at him in disgust.
“You made this bed, Rick. Now sleep in it.”
I left our little two-bedroom apartment and called my sister as I walked down the steps and out of the gate of the complex.
“Hello?”
I took the phone from my ear as my sister Becca shouted into it. In the background I could hear a lot of male laughter and cheers. Was she at a party?
“Becca, where are you?”
“I’m at my job babe, what do you need?”
“I need to see you, please. It’s urgent.”
“Um, Cassie, I’m at the MC. Are you sure you want to come here? The Lords of Chaos will eat you alive.”
“Seriously, Becca? You know I can take care of myself. You also know I have no problem putting someone down or in the hospital.”
Becca chuckled. “Like what you did to Michael Davis in high school, your freshman? Wooo, daddy had a fit when he found out that boy put his hands on you and groped you.”
I laughed, “Yeah, just like that. So, can I come? Will they mind?”
“No girl, they won’t mind a pretty young thing like you coming into their club on a party night. Just to be safe, I’ll let the President of the club know. I hope you dressed to impress.”
“You have no idea, Becca. Rick pissed me off tonight, and I am out for blood.”
“Oh, sh*t girl, everything okay?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there. It’s a sh*t show.”
“Okay, baby sister. See you when you get here.” I hung up and opened my Uber app. I really hope the person that picks me up won’t have a problem going across town to the seedy side of New York.
While I waited for my Uber to arrive, I thought about my relationship with Rick. Was he right about this? We had only been with each other. But if you really loved someone, shouldn’t you only want to be with each other? I was kind of hurt Rick didn’t chase after me. Was he already looking for someone to hook up with? Did he not care that I was dressed to the nines, to possibly hook up with someone? Or did he think I wouldn’t go through with it? Would I go through with it? Ugh, I hate this. Rick just destroyed my confidence, no matter the pep talk I gave myself. What was I doing? I needed Becca’s advice and some liquid courage.
The Uber pulled up and I got in.
“Where to?” said the young man behind the wheel that was eyeing me up and down. “The Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club.”
“You sure about that? Because the way you’re dressed, you might be asking for trouble.”
“Did I ask your opinion?”
“Fine, fine. But if you’re looking for a good time, I get off at midnight,” he said with a flirtatious grin.
I eyed him. He was cute, but not really my type. Wait, did I have a type? I just smiled and shook my head. He shrugged and pulled away from the curb. 30 minutes later, the car pulled up to the gate at the club. I said bye to my driver and got out. I walked up to a short, stocky, bald guy with an earring that had a wicked-looking dagger charm hanging off his left ear. He had on a white shirt, dark blue jeans and sh*t kicker boots. He also wore a leather vest that had a patch on it that said prospect. His face was pockmarked and he had gleaming black eyes. His thin lips smiled at her.
“What can I do for you little lady?”
“Hi, I’m here to see Becca.”
He pulled out a phone and dialed it. After a minute, he hung up and pushed back the gate for me to walk through. As I passed, he made kissy noises. I smiled and winked at him and he chuckled. Taking a deep breath as I walked towards the door, I gave myself a little pep talk, “Okay b*tch, put your game face on.” I grabbed the handle of the door and opened it.
Ripper
God, I was so bored. If I have to listen to Mindy drone on and on about how she wants to be my Old Lady for one more minute, I’m going to take this drink bottle in my hand and shove the neck through my eye. I gave her a good f*ck last weekend, and now she thinks she’s my girl. I should have listened to Dozer when he told me she was an obsessive psycho.
“Mindy, if you don’t shut the f*ck up right now, I am going to strangle you. You’re a club girl, I let you bounce on my d*ck for the entertainment of the men last weekend. I was piss drunk or else it would never have happened. You will never be my Old Lady. My girl will never have f*cked any of my brothers, and you have f*cked almost every one of us. So f*ck off!”
“But Ripper, it was so good. I want more, please.”
“No, I don’t do more than one round with a girl, ever. Now go find someone else to obsess over.”
I watched her huff and walk towards a table with six other club girls chatting and drinking. Maybe I needed to go for a ride, find some random girl somewhere. These girls were getting too bold and used up. We needed some new pu*sy around here. I was just about to go to my room to grab my bike keys when a gorgeous raven-haired beauty walked through the clubhouse door.
She was sin in that dress. She had a rocking body, all slightly tanned and toned with slight curves in all the right places. Her legs were beautiful, and I wanted them wrapped around my head asap. Her stunning face was made up to perfection and her bold red mouth was smiling. Her long black hair bounced with each step she took towards the bar where Becs gave her a huge grin, and ran around the bar wrapping her in a hug. Her back turned towards me and I groaned at the sight of her perfect f*cking a*s. My d*ck twitched. I wanted to sink into that bubbled a*s so badly. I watched as Becs held the girl away from her and looked her up and down and then shook her head. The girl gave her a wry smile and shrugged her shoulders. I wonder what that’s all about?
“Hey, Ripper.” I looked at Butcher, the President of The Lords of Chaos. He was eye f*cking the girl too.
“Dibs,” I said with a grin.
His steel gray eyes snapped to me and he smirked. He was older than my 32 years by 15. He had short-styled salt and pepper hair with a groomed salt and pepper beard.
“She’s a little young for me, but she does look tasty. A girl dressed like that is looking for some trouble,” he said in a growly voice.
“She’s looking for something, and I plan to be that something,” I said, draining my drink, and tossing the bottle into a metal trash can by one of the arcade machines we have.
We watched as she turned on the bar stool and looked around at the occupants of the clubhouse. Her eyes scanned as she talked to Becs. They stopped at one of the pool tables, and I looked to see where she was staring. At the farthest pool table was Dozer, Beast and two club girls. Dozer kept looking at the bar and then back at the pool table. He did it twice more, and then he smiled, and did he just blush? I gawked at him. He was a bada*s biker, and he was blushing. He was a huge muscled-bound man the same age as me. He was built like a mountain. His blonde shoulder-length hair was often worn in a man bun or braided. He had a face that only a mother could love, as the saying went. His nose was broken one too many times, his face had a scar that started under his right eye and ended at his chin, and his blue eyes were cold and a little too wide apart. He was a man you did not mess with, and he was f*cking blushing. I looked back over at the bar and saw Becs had a huge smile on her face. Huh, interesting. The girl had turned back around, and she must have said something because Becs was laughing really hard and nodding.
“Do you know who she is?” I asked.
“She’s Becs sister. Becs asked if she could come in tonight, having some trouble at home.”
“What type of trouble?”
“I don’t know.”
I nodded, letting him know I heard him.
“I think I’m going to go get another drink. You want one?”
“No, I’m not drinking tonight. I have to go meet with someone, and I’ll need a clear head for the conversation I need to have.”
I looked at him. He seemed a little worried.
Cassie
I walked towards Becca with a broad grin on my face, and wrapped my arms around her tightly.
“God, I missed you Gunner. I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” I said to her as she squeezed the living daylights out of me.
“I’ve missed you too, Chaotic. We both missed breakfast with daddy last week. He was not happy.”
I smiled as we used our nicknames for each other.
We pulled back and smiled and then bumped our wrists together. We have matching tattoos on top of our right wrists that says Beautiful Disaster, and on the underside she has the name Gunner and I have the name Chaotic.
She looked me up and down, shaking her head. I just shrugged my shoulders and then sat at the bar. I watched her cut limes with what looked like a wicked sharp knife.
“So, you gonna tell me what that douche canoe did this time?”
“What do you mean douche canoe?”
“You know I’ve never liked him. How many conversations have we had about his controlling ways? How he wanted you to take Creative Writing or Photography because he felt like those were better suited for a pretty girl. He’s always acted like you have no brains. How many times have you complained you wanted a little more adventurous bed play, but he just wants to do missionary?”
“Funny you should say that about the bed play. He told me he wanted an open relationship tonight, or to have a three people get laid together with another woman,” I told her.
She slammed a shot of tequila in front of me and I downed it. “It’s one thing to want to do more positions, or get tied up, spanked or choked, and another to suggest an open relationship or threesomes,” she said.
“I honestly don’t mind the three people get laid together suggestion, but I’d rather do it with another man, and when I suggested that, he was like absolutely not. He spouted off, like how it would be good for us, and help us in the long run to know what it was like to sleep with other people.”
“Sounds to me like he just wants to cheat but with permission,” she said, feeling the shot glass up again.
I downed that shot, and she handed me a slice of lime. I never did the salt lick, only because I didn’t really have a lot of salt in my diet.
“That’s what I said. So, here I am. Now, tell me which one of these hot bikers will give me the ride of my life,” I said as I turned around and scanned the club.