“Only in a good way. I love you, Gage. I never knew it could be so beautiful.” He pulls me in his arms and hugs me. Then he gets up and I thought I did something wrong. He sees the look on my face.
“I’m just getting rid of the condom, babe.” Oh yeah. I hadn’t thought of that. “Babe, I’m going to the doc to get checked out and I want you to get on the pill, because I don’t want anything between us. I was so tempted not to wrap it up with you, but I want you to know I am clean first. I want us to have a family one day, but I know it is important for you to finish school first. Plus, we need time to get used to each other before we bring a child into this world.”
Gage is always thinking of my feelings. I am a lucky woman. “I know we are supposed to wait until morning for gifts, but it is close to midnight.” I’m watching Gage dig under the bed and he comes out with a big box. It isn’t wrapped. “I didn’t wrap it because it isn’t really a Christmas gift, but open it and then we’ll do the rest later.”
I’m so excited I rip the thing open. It’s beautiful. A leather cut with the Demented Revengers MC emblem on it, my name Katie Bug, and Property of Shine. I love it.
“It’s beautiful! I love it.” Gage has a big grin on his face and he helps me put it on.
“You’re mine now. You will never be alone again. You are my old lady.” I am one lucky woman. I feel more loved than I ever have. Gage grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “For my eyes only, babe.” I don’t take it off. Gage wraps me in his arms and we drift off to sleep.
The End, for now.
This is only the beginning for Katie and Shine. This is the Prequel to the Demented Revengers MC Series. Katie and Shine’s book will be first in the series, Making Our Own Rules in Life. Coming Spring 2017.
Just be You
Vicki Green
Just be you
And I’ll just be me
Edited by Kathy Krick.
Prologue
West
High school was great, don’t get me wrong, but after being pulled in every direction and being the center of attention, which I hated, I was ready to graduate and find something meaningful to do with my life. Something that meant something to me, not everyone else.
Dad yelled and cursed at me the day I moved out. His dream of me going pro with a football career was shattered. Thing is, I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do. All I knew was, I had to be around music. Now I had a tough decision to make. I could either play my guitar in some bars, and hopefully get enough stage presence and exposure to land a permanent gig and also enough tips to help pay for the rent for my apartment, or I could apply to be a DJ at Johnny’s, the new bar for eighteen year olds and up that is opening not far from my new apartment and play my guitar only for me. I also saw the bar has an open mic night on Thursday nights. So sometimes you have to do what you have to do in order to pay the bills. I applied for the DJ job and got it. Luckily, the DJ booth is encased in thick plastic with a sliding door for taking requests. I’ll be around people but I won’t. It’s a win-win for me. After the last few years of always being touched and people always wanting something from me – in more ways than one, I’m ready to be by myself in my apartment, alone. I’m not even sure who I am anymore.
I grew up in a smaller town in California. Yes, I say smaller because most towns are not very small in California. It’s small but not too small that everyone knows your business. Well, unless you’re the star quarterback on the high school football team and your dad is a wealthy businessman. When I’d read a sponsored ad on Facebook that there was an apartment for rent and then read another ad that there was a new bar opening down the street from it, I moved to another smaller town about two hours from mine. It couldn’t be more perfect. Of course, what’s even better is the apartment backs up to a small beach. So, I loaded up my jeep with my few meager possessions and headed straight for paradise. I was grateful that Mom bought me the jeep for a graduation present, knowing it would anger Dad. Having divorced parents is not what it’s cracked up to be. You’d think that you’d get more of everything but all it gets me is more fighting and anger, one parent trying to piss the other off. Mom’s always stood behind my music while Dad would just buy me a new football or comment on how well I was playing in a game. Then again, he’d also get real angry and give me tips if a play wasn’t good or we’d lose a game. But now, I’m ready for my freedom and whatever comes with it.