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Jase (Kings of Korruption MC #3)
Author: Geri Glenn






12 Years Earlier


Yanking open the door of the gas station bathroom, I let the ladies walk out ahead of me. I follow them into the parking lot, checking my zipper to make sure it’s up.

Whistles and catcalls ring through the air, coming from the bunch of grown-ass men on motorcycles to my left. I lean over and place my hand on the ass of each girl and kiss them one at a time.

“Ladies, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

They both giggle and toss a little wave over their shoulders as they walk back to their car, parked on the other side of the lot. I enjoy every step they take, watching their asses sway back and forth inside their cut-off jean shorts.

Once they’re both inside their car, I turn towards my brothers and my waiting bike with a grin that I don’t bother hiding. Why would I? Those girls were fucking hot. How many guys can say they’ve had a random threesome with two hot women they met at a gas station in the middle of nowhere?

I’m just swinging my leg over my ride when I hear my buddy, Ryker. “You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, man. Leave it to you to pick up some pussy on a deserted fuckin’ highway.”

“Jealous, fucker?” Soft chuckles from some of the others fill the air and my grin widens. I can’t resist the urge to tease Ryker. “Hear that guys? Ryk’s jealous ‘cause he can’t get no pussy.”

“Oh, I can get pussy,” he retorts, chucking an empty chocolate bar wrapper at me. “Every one of us can get pussy.” He sweeps his arm out to indicate our brothers. Eleven gruff and burly bikers stand beside their motorcycles, shaking their heads and laughing at our exchange. It’s nothing they haven’t heard before.

Ryker and I grew up in their shadows, making a playground of their clubhouse. Our fathers were members of the Kings of Korruption Motorcycle Club long before we came along. They’ve listened to Ryker and me since we were just kids, running around, causing all kinds of shit. Now that we’re finally fully patched members of the Kings ourselves, they get to hear it on their road trips too.

“The rest of us just know better than to stick our dick into any willing pussy there is,” he continues. “We have fuckin’ standards, man.”

I frown and jerk my head back in confusion. “What do you mean ‘standards?’ Those girls were hot!” Ryker laughs and shakes his head. I roll my eyes. “Whatever, man. You wish you could get half the pussy I get.”

“You’re nineteen, Jase.” I hear from behind me. I turn to see Smokey staring at me, eyes serious, as he takes a long haul off his cigarette. “For fuck’s sake. Your pecker’s gonna fall off before you even figure out how to use it properly.”

I smile and cup my balls as laughter erupts from the group. “Fuck you, old man. I can fuck better than you, make the girls scream my name ten times louder than you ever could. We all know it.”

He smirks and takes one final haul before tossing the butt to the pavement, crushing it beneath the toe of his giant boot. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re a real fuckin’ porn star, boy.” He settles himself on his bike and points one of his big meaty fingers in my direction. “One of these days, Jase, you’re gonna meet a bitch that won’t let you sweet talk your way into her panties. You’re gonna tie yourself up in fuckin’ knots, tryin’ to figure out a way in, but you’re not gonna know how because you always pick the easy ones. You’ve never had to work for it.”

I look to Ryker, who’s standing by his bike with a giant grin on his face. He loves to see me catch hell from Smokey. “Apparently, Smokey missed the memo.”

“Oh yeah? What memo’s that?”

“The one that says what every one of these fuckers already know. That all women fuckin’ love me.”





“It’s positive,” Julie says, her eyes wide as she holds up the white stick displaying the two pink lines.

My head swims as I gape at her in horror—my whole world seeming to screech to a halt. I open my mouth, but all I can manage is a choked gasp as I reach for the pregnancy test with a trembling hand. Hot tears fill my eyes, blurring my vision as I stare down at the test that may mean the end of every dream I’ve ever had for my future.

I have a baby growing inside of me—a real baby. I can’t be a mom. Babies need stuff like milk, diapers, and a roof over their heads. I can’t provide that… can I? How can I teach this baby anything when I’m still trying to figure life out for myself?

I lift my head and look at Julie, my chin trembling as a tear slips down my cheek. “What am I going to do?” My voice comes out in a terrified whisper as I struggle to catch my breath. I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach.

I just turned sixteen! I have to finish high school and go to college. I’ve worked so hard and get good grades because I want to be a doctor, but how would that be possible if I have a baby!

Julie wraps her arms around my shoulders and squeezes me tight. “Don’t worry, El,” she coos. “We’ll figure this out.” I cry as the feeling of hopelessness threatens to pull me under. Julie rocks me slowly from side to side as sobs wrack my entire body. I hold her as if my life depends on it, my tears soaking into her shirt. We stay that way for what feels like forever, and it’s more than okay with me. The longer we stay in this bathroom, the longer I can avoid facing this problem.

Once my sobs subside and my breathing returns to normal, Julie lets me go and wipes at my cheeks with cheap toilet paper. “Class is just about to end,” she whispers. “You need to tell Paul.”

Again, my chest starts to tighten. Paul. He’s not going to be happy. I’ve only been dating him for a couple of months now. He’s eighteen, good looking, and captain of our school’s football team. He’s popular, and before him, I was not. I had friends, of course, but nothing compared to what I have now that Paul and I are together. When he’d shown an interest in me at the beginning of the school year, I’d been flattered. He’d asked me out on a Friday, and that very night, I went on my first date and had my first kiss. It was magical.

Things with Paul had moved fast, but I love him… at least I think I do. I know I would do anything for him, and that’s why the idea of telling him about this has me wanting to barricade myself inside our high school bathroom until the end of time.

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