Nina Levine - Storm

He nodded, and then said quietly, “There’s another reason why your Dad doesn’t want to take them on, babe.  And I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

I really had no idea what it could be, and why I wouldn’t like it.  “What, J?”

He blew out a long breath before he continued.  “Blade is your half brother.  He’s Marcus’s son.”

The room spun, and I struggled to breathe.  “What... how?  Shit, does my Mum know?”  My thoughts and words weren’t coherent so I stopped talking.

“Your mother found out today, and I thought your father was going to tell you too - ”

“Scott knows, doesn’t he?”  I interrupted him.

“Yeah, babe.  He’s known for a little while.  I found out this week.”

“Does my Dad have anything to do with Blade?”

The look that crossed J’s face could only be described as devastated.  That’s when I knew; that was the moment that the love I had for my father crumbled in a bloody mess of lies and deceit.

“Yeah, babe,” he said softly, pulling me into a hug.

I welcomed his arms, his warmth, and sank into his love.  We stayed like that for awhile; he gently caressed my hair and pressed his lips to my head.  He was my shelter from the storm.

Eventually, I pulled away and asked him to tell me the rest.

“Blade was born after Scott, before you.  He is four years older than you.  His mother has been your father’s mistress ever since, although from what I understand, they have been on and off throughout those years.  Blade is their only child, and your father has had a relationship with him all his life.  They get on okay, and Blade has given Marcus his word that Mandy won’t come after you again.  Apparently, he wasn’t aware that she was mixed up in all of this.  Marcus and Scott have agreed not to pursue her.”

I tried to take all of that in.  “And you?  Are you going against their orders?”

“I don’t trust that bitch, and I want her taken care of.  I’m pissed off that Marcus and Scott have backed off.”

As I listened to what he was saying, I realised that this was the first time he had been so open with me about club stuff.  Amongst all the crap we now had going on, this was my shining light.  It was a pivotal moment in our relationship.  I gently laid my palm against his cheek.  “Thank you,” I murmured.

He looked confused.  “What for?”

I smiled at him.  “For telling me all of that even though I know you didn’t want to.”

He covered my hand with his and squeezed it lightly.  “You were right to push me.  And you were right that I need to tell you what’s going on.  Thank you for being patient, baby.”

“I need to go and see my Mum,” I said, torn because I wanted to see her but I also wanted to stay right here with J.

“I’ll take you.”

I kissed him, and grabbed my bag before he headed out.  I was very apprehensive about what we would find when we got to my parent’s house, but at least I had J with me.

My mother answered the door dressed in a bathrobe.  So out of character for her.

“Madison,” she simply said, as a way of greeting me.  Her face was all puffy, and she looked like shit, but at least that ugly red welt from where my father had slapped her was gone.

We followed her inside and sat at the kitchen table.  My father was noticeably absent.  Thank god, because I think I may have punched him if he had been there.

“So, you’ve heard the wonderful news, I take it.  You have another brother.”  I didn’t fail to note the sarcasm.

“Mum, talk to me,” I pleaded.

J stood up.  “I’ll leave so you girls can have a talk,” he offered.

“Sit down, J.  You’re part of this family, and as far as I am concerned, there should be no fucking secrets anymore,” my mother said.

“Did you know before today?” I asked her.

She sighed.  “I always suspected your father was playing around,” she shrugged, “It’s what happens in that club.  I chose to ignore it.  But I had no clue he had a mistress and a child.”

I didn’t want to ask my next question, but I couldn’t stop myself.  “Is that the first time he hit you?”

The way her shoulders slumped, and the sad look that flitted across her face told me what I needed to know.  J made a noise and I looked at him.  He was clenching his fists, and grinding his jaw.  This must be hitting close to home for him; his father used to beat the shit out of his mother.

“How bad, Mum?” I was so mad at not only my father, but also at myself, for not noticing.  I had lived in a happy little bubble that was actually just one big, fat fucking lie.

She sat in front of me, a picture of vulnerability.  I watched as she pulled herself together, and plastered the stoic look that I knew so well, onto her face.  “Not as bad as some women receive.  And only when I really pushed him.”

Oh my god.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  “Are you leaving him?”  It was almost a challenge, because I was fairly sure I knew what she had already decided to do.

“No, and I don’t want to hear your opinion on it.  Or Scott’s.”  Her eyes pierced me with defiance, and I knew there was no point arguing with her.  Sharon Cole was not a woman who listened to other’s opinions.  And I think I just figured out why she was such a tough, strong woman.  My father had made her that way.

Jason

It had been three weeks since Madison had discovered her father was a lying, cheating piece of shit.  I had watched her struggle with this, and the fact that her mother was staying with him.  I had also watched her begin to deal with it.  And I couldn’t have been fucking happier about how she was doing that.

My girl kicked ass.

It’s a tough fucking pill to swallow when you realise the father you adore isn’t perfect after all.  I know, because I’ve been there.  That knowledge takes a piece of your heart with it, and you can’t get it back.  Ever.

We had spent the last three weeks laying low, doing our own thing, away from the club as much as possible.  I turned up every day for work, but I stayed out of Marcus’s way.  I would have probably knocked the fucker out if I’d run into him.  Madison hadn’t seen or spoken to any of her family in the last three weeks.  I think she needed time to work through it all in her head.

The one thing she hadn’t done was turn to alcohol.  Sure, she hit as many AA meetings as she could, but mainly, she turned to me.  And that was just how I fucking liked it.

We were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning in bed when she stole my heart all over again. “I can’t imagine my life without you, J.  Those years we spent apart were some of the hardest years of my life, but I think we needed them.  They gave me time to grow up, and become me.  And this me is so much better than the old me.  This me is in your corner all the way, baby, and won’t leave you ever again.”

I rolled so that I was on top of her, and pinned her arms above her head, holding them there with one hand, while I moved my other hand to her breast.  I dipped my mouth to hers, and took the kiss I desperately fucking needed.

Coming up for air, I grinned at her, “God, I fucking love you, woman.”

“I love you too, baby.  But can you let my hands go?  I need to touch you.”

“Wasn’t in my plans, sweetheart, but perhaps you can convince me with your dirty fucking words.”

She lifted her head off the bed to bring her mouth to my ear.  As she spoke, her warm breath sent desire straight to my dick, and I was a fucking goner.  I didn’t even pay attention to her words; she could have whatever the fuck she wanted.

I let her hands go, and she pressed them both to my chest and pushed me so that I rolled onto my back.  The smile playing on her lips was delicious, inviting; I couldn’t wait to see what she had planned for those lips.

She straddled me, her wet pussy teasing my cock as she slowly ground herself against me.  Oh, she was a fucking expert at this tease.  She rested her palms against my chest and bent forward to trail kisses up my stomach, to my chest.  When she reached my nipples she took one in her mouth and slowly sucked it, and then did the same to the other.  Her warm, wet tongue was heaven, and my cock screamed out for it too.

“Baby, I want you to suck my cock,” I said, huskily.

She lifted her head, and met my eyes.  Her mouth spread back into that delicious smile.  Yeah, my girl loved my cock.  And she was straight fucking on it.  Her lips wrapped around me and she sucked me in as far as she could take me, her tongue gliding along my shaft as she went.  She continued to suck, as her hands massaged my balls.  I lifted my hips off the bed, and she moaned as I tried to push my cock even further into her mouth.  Madison was skilled at sex, but her talents with her tongue and mouth were by far her best.  And I couldn’t fucking get enough.

Just as I felt like I was going to explode, she stopped what she was doing and moved quickly to position my dick at her pussy.  I pushed my hips off the bed again, and slammed into her.  We both cried out at the same time, and the primal need to be on top of her took over.  I flipped us and continued to thrust into her.  Her legs and arms wrapped around me, and she held on while I fucked her.

Our lovemaking may have been wild and frenzied, but it was full of love and passion.  Some people showed their love with gentle and tender moments; Madison and I only knew one speed in everything we did in life.  And doing it all together, we fit together perfectly in our imperfect love.

Madison